Memphis Bleek - Murda 4 Life lyrics

(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