M***a 4 Life(Album Version|Explicit) - Ja Rule

Artist：ja rule
Songs Title：murda 4 life
Yeah. What y'all *z want
Street sh*t, memph bleek sh*t, ja rule sh*t
You heard ni**a
It's all real in the field ni**a
*z live wit it, money * and murdah for life
B**ches deal with it, only lovin them hoes for the night
If your feeling it, get high its alright
But you can't get it, until the day of our demise
*z live wit it, money * and murdah for life
B**ches deal with it, only lovin them hoes for the night
If your feeling it, get high its alright
But you can't get it, until the day of our demise
You can holler at the dog haters wanna see me fall
B**ches wanna too see me ball killers they don't wanna see me at all
If I wasn't rolling with the rock
Will you *z pass rock share birds or flash glocks
I walk around wit two Mac's, razors and icepicks
Just cause you *z want to see me hurtin like them
Its all about the benjamins money cash hoe's
Livin through this sh*t i'm in n**r stack doe
Street scholar, eight figure ni**a white collar cat
Ain't the m-e-m-p-h man, b*h holla back
I'm a creature smoking on hay since it was **
** a** flow like I was cut wit ether
Mark a** n**r don't want a part of this ni**a spark with this ni**a
Blaze bark wit this niga
Me and Ja Rule f**kin you hoe's is what these guys do
Ain't the type to buy you, mommy how you, slide cock inside you
Supply you with ten b**ches times two, i'm a motherf**kin animal
*z live wit it, money * and murdah for life
B**ches deal with it, only lovin them hoes for the night
If your feeling it, get high its alright
But you can't get it, until the day of our demise
*z live wit it, money * and murdah for life
B**ches deal with it, only lovin them hoes for the night
If your feeling it, get high its alright
But you can't get it, until the day of our demise
F**k the world cause it ain't quite ready me
I'm living my life *z take a look at these eyes
Witness what it is to be real *z
Guns, *, hot slugs, coke runs, want some, get some
Bad enough buy some ni**a
F**king around with Ja and Bleek and get hit up
Tearing your whole clique then we clip up
Ni**a thats what these Murderers ni**a that's us
What the f**k, is you ready to die right now ni**a?
Know you feelin my style ni**a
Run wit nothing but wild Brooknam and Queens Isle *z
Hit em any n**r that breath rule riddel em wit hot one
Ain't ni**a like me, who you riding wit?
Rolling nothing but hot sh*t your b*h my b**ch
Only difference is b**ches on my d**k blow dick
How I cock spread hit ho's love that sh*t, you celibate
I'll turn you into the freakest b**ch
Have you topless dancing in bars naked for dollars
Y'all b**ches know what my style is
Always on some foul sh*t, Rule b**ch
Let the world know
When I spit nothing but that murderous live wit it
*z live wit it, money * and murdah for life
B**ches deal with it, only lovin them hoes for the night
If your feeling it, get high its alright
But you can't get it, until the day of our demise
*z live wit it, money * and murdah for life
B**ches deal with it, only lovin them hoes for the night
If your feeling it, get high its alright
But you can't get it, until the day of our demise
Hol-la! What you think of that, b*h where we freakin at
Bum chick don't speak to that, fly momma creep wit that
Live with it ni**a hit it, don't stop get it get it
Don't tricking *ing, would you f**k with it
Brooknam and Queens
Yo, it means more killin, more guns, more *, more real a** *z
HOLLA don't give a f**k, DOLLAS *z what you want get it
Crump blaze skunk, what the f**k y'all want ni**a!
None of me cause, I hit em wit to much style
And my energy got these *z creatin lil me's
I'm a lock and squeeze know that its my time
If I leave air breath *z haten on mines
I'm a nightmare *s better prepare to die
And deal wit Ja hollerin Murda 4 life!
*z live wit it, money * and murdah for life
B**ches deal with it, only lovin them hoes for the night
If your feeling it, get high its alright
But you can't get it, until the day of our demise
*z live wit it, money * and murdah for life
B**ches deal with it, only lovin them hoes for the night
If your feeling it, get high its alright
But you can't get it, until the day of our demise
Uhh yeah
Ja Rule, Memph Bleek
Holla back, Roc-a-Fella
Its Mur-da, Its Mur-da uh uh
We out