* also "Murda 4 Life" on Ja Rule's "Venni Vetti Vicci"
[Memphis Bleek]
Yeah, what y'all n***as want?
Street sh**, Memph Bleek sh**, Ja Rule
[Ja Rule]
Ya heard n***a
[Hook 1: Ja Rule - repeat 2X]
n***as 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 'til the day of my demise
[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***as pa** roc
Share birds, or flash Glocks
I walk around with two mac's, razors, and ice picks
Just cause' you n***as 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 haze since it was reefer
Drug a** flow, like I've been cut with Ether
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
[Hook 2: Ja Rule - repeat 2X]
n***as 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***as can't get it 'til the day of my demise
[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***as
Guns, d**, hot slugs, coke runs
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 Brook-'nam and Queens-isle n***as
Hit em, any n***a that breathe room riddle 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 I co*k, spread it, hoes love that sh**
You cel-a-bent I turn you in to the freakiest 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
[Hook 2]
[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 it and hit it, don't stop, get it get it
Don't trick it, b**h would you fu*k with it?
Brook-'nam and Queens(it's murda)yo it means mo' k**as
(it's murda)mo' guns, mo'd**, mo' real a** n***as
Holla, don't give a f** dolla's
n***as 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***as creating little me's
I'm a lot game squeeze
Knowing it's my time if I leave and breathe
n***as hatin' on mines I'm a nightmare
n***as better prepare to die and deal with
Ja hollering murda for life
[Hook 2]
[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