[Intro] Yeah Here we go, feel this sh** Into the new world, the new day Ja Rule, Irv Gotti, n***a Its Murda [Chorus by Black Child] Yea we here now, don't get scared now Ja Rule n***a bout to tear sh** down What y'all thought y'all was gon eat forever And my dog wouldn't blaze heat for chedda We better eat together or meet at da crossroad Cause the Lord knows It's Murda, hold those When yo casket close and yo soul rise high Remeber the DEAD dont die less they fu*k WIT I !!! [Ja Rule] n***as know who dope yo sh** the flow is retched And my gee too futuristic for you hoes to catch it I'm a god send, the fallen angel and I do sin Far from perfection but still considered a gem Thank you lord for givin' me wind beneath my wings When the miracle spittin there shall be no witnesses to da pain And my ignorance, I charge to da game So many love and slain by bullets wit dead aim I weathered the change Stormed through the streets in the range Can't complain, a n***a live to die in da flames Cause I torture, J to A R-U-L-E n***as can't be seriously f**in' wit me What you Holla bout We can hit up an alley and air out Bullets exit the barell, and enter your mouth Dat's how I'm built Under da floss there's nuttin but filth Don't let it fool ya I still let these slugs heat up and cool ya Off forever more, so help me Lord gona find a way to my grave just because I'm a Mur-der-a Whole not part Cut me open I bleed for da I.N.C. from da heart
When I start it's usually endless Pop one wit gloves on Make you check fo forensic, son In yo appendix, son, you got hit up HuH? f**in wit Ja you know it's MURDAAA Chorus [Ja Rule] Rule spits monotonous, hot as apocalypse Now you eyin dis ferocious mic supremist Whose limits is endless This n***a here done risen Murderous flowz k**ed suspicion n***as is too light in the a** to be sh**tin Hollis Ave. historical, n***a respect tradition Cause all I see is bloodshed and n***as wanna see me dead Inherit dis style is sumtin like a million square miles (CHANGE IT UP) Till I - find em and hit em and be done wit em Givin is gettin and n***as get got for bullsh**tin I'ma run up on n***as gunnin em down And you confess dat I'm da best so who's touchin me now? Shipped three hundered thou wit a freestyle, f**in you up And got you hoes in da back rows tossin it up I got da touch cause my flow is bananas b**hes can't stand us, we ghetto fabulous Aim when I bust and blast on surprise If y'all n***as don't know you need to see me live I'm like two .45's spittin in every direction Y'all n***as is hoes in stilletos and thongs (ni**a) It's a break of a new day (yeah) May-be you'll get to see violently (yeah) What drives me (yeah) take 'em back to da gutter (yeah) Smother the world in filth (uh-huh) Rule's da name and now you gon see how I'm built.. n***a Chorus [Ja Rule] ...wit I ....wit I....!!!!!