(feat. Ja Rule)
[Memphis Bleek talking]
Yeah, what y'all n***as want?
Street sh**,Memph Bleek sh**,Ja Rule
[Ja Rule]
ya heard n***a
[1]-[Chorus (Ja Rule) 2x's]
n***a's live with it money,d** and murda for life
b**hes deal with it,only lovin' them hoes for the night
if you feelin' it,get high it's all right.But you can't get it
till the day, ride em' high
[Memphis Bleek]
Yo, you can holla at the dog
Haters want to see me fall
b**hes want to see me ball
k**ers they don't want to see me at all
If I wasn't rolling with the roc
Would you n***a's pa** roc,
Yeah birds, or flash glocks
I walk around with two mac's,razors,and ice picks
Just cause' you n***a's want to see me hurtin' like them
It's all about the benjamins,money,cash,hoes
livin' through this sh** i'm in,n***a stack dough
Street scholar, eight-figga n***a, white collar gat
Ain't the M-E-M-P-H man,b**h holla back
I'm a creature smokin' on hate since it was reefer
Drug a** flow, like I've been cuffed with Eta
Mark a** n***a don't want parts of this n***a
Spark with this n***a, blaze bark with this n***a
Me and Ja Rule f**in' you hoes is what these guys do
Ain't the type to buy you,mommy how are you?
Slide co*k inside you supply you, with ten b**hes times two
I'm a motherf**ing animal
[2]-[Same chorus with different wording - 2x's]
n***a's live with money,d**,and murda for life
b**hes deal with it,only lovin' them hoes for the night
If your feelin' get high it's all right
n***a's can't get it to the day ride em' high
[Ja Rule]
f**, the world cause it ain't quite ready for me
I'm livin' my life n***as take a look at these eyes witness What it's like to
be real n***a's
Guns,d**,hot slugs,coke rugs
Want some, get some, bad enough, pop some, n***a
f** around with Ja and may get hit up
Tearing your whole clique up, then we clip up
n***a that's what the murder, n***a that's us
What the f**? Is you ready to die right now n***a?
Make you feel my style n***a
Growin' up with wild Brooklon and Queens L n***as
Hit em, any n***a that breathe room reel em wit' hot ones Ain't no n***a like
me, who you ridin' with?
Rollin' nothing but hot sh**,yo' b**h my b**h
Only difference is b**hes on my dick, blow dick
How Ico*k spread it, hoes love that sh**
You sel-a-bid I turn you in to the freakyist b**h
Have you topless ,dancing in bars naked for dollars
Y'all b**hes know how my style is, always in some foul sh**
RULE b**h let the world know when I spit
Nothing but the murderous ,live with it
[Repeat #2 chorus - 2x's]
[Memphis Bleek]
Yo,Yo,Yo Holla what you think of that?
b**h where we freakin' at?
Bum chicken I don't speak to that
Fly mama i'll creep with that
Live with it,lick and hit it, don't stop, get it get it
Don't trick it, b**h would you fu*k with it?
Brooklon and Queens(it's murda)yo it means mo' k**as
(it's murda)mo' guns, mo'd**,mo' real a** n***a's
Holla, don't give a f** dolla's
n***a's what you want get it crump blazed stump
What the f** y'all want n***a?
[Ja Rule]
None of me cause' i hit em' with too much style
In my energy, got n***a's creating little me's
I'm a lot game squeeze
Knowing it's my time if I leave and breathe
n***a's hatin' on mines i'm a nightmare
n***a's better prepare to die and deal with
Ja hollering murda for life
[Chorus#2 - 2x]
[Ja Rule]
Uh,uh,yeah n***a
Ja Rule
Memph Bleek
Holla Back
Roc-A-Fella
It's murda,it's murda
Uh,uh
We out