Ja Rule - Murda 4 Life lyrics

Yeah. What y'all n***az want street sh**, Memph Bleek sh**, Ja rule sh** You heard n***a It's all real in the field n***a [Chorus] n***az live wit it, money d** and murdah for life b**hes 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 [repeat] [Memphis Bleek] You can holler at the dog haters wanna see me fall b**hes wanna too see me ball k**ers they don't wanna see me at all If I wasn't rolling with the rock Will you n***az pa** rock share birds or flash glocks I walk around wit two Mac's, razors and icepicks Just cause you n***az want to see me hurtin like them Its all about the benjamins money cash hoe's livin through this sh** i'm in n******g stack doe Street scholar, eight figure n***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 reefer Drug a** flow like I was cut wit ether Mark a** n******g don't want a part of this n***a spark with this n***a blaze bark wit this niga Me and Ja Rule f**in you hoe's is what these guys do Ain't the type to buy you, mommy how you, slide co*k inside you supply you with ten b**hes times two, I'm a motherf**in animal [Chorus 2x] [Ja Rule] f** the world cause it ain't quite ready me I'm living my life n***az take a look at these eyes Witness what it is to be real n***az guns, d**, hot slugs, coke runs, want some, get some Bad enough buy some n***a f**ing around with Ja and Bleek and get hit up Tearing your whole clique then we clip up n***a thats what these Murderers n***a that's us What the f**, is you ready to die right now n***a? Know you feelin my style n***a Run wit nothing but wild Brooknam and Queens Isle n***az Hit em any n******g that breath rule riddel em wit hot one Ain't n***a like me, who you riding wit? Rolling nothing but hot sh** your b**h my b**h Only difference is b**hes on my dick blow dick How I co*k spread hit ho's love that sh**, you celibate I'll turn you into the freakest b**h Have you topless dancing in bars naked for dollars Y'all b**hes know what my style is Always on some foul sh**, Rule b**h Let the world know When I spit nothing but that murderous live wit it [Chorus 2x] [Memphis Bleek] 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 n***a hit it, don't stop get it get it Don't tricking b**hing, would you f** with it Brooknam and Queens Yo, it means more k**in, more guns, more d**, more real a** n***az HOLLA don't give a f**, DOLLAS n***az what you want get it Crump blaze skunk, what the f** y'all want n***a! [Ja Rule] None of me cause, I hit em wit to much style And my energy got these n***az creatin lil me's I'm a lock and squeeze know that its my time If I leave air breath n***az haten on mines I'm a nightmare n***as better prepare to die And deal wit Ja hollerin Murda 4 life! [Chorus 2x] Uhh yeah Ja Rule, Memph Bleek Holla back, Roc-a-Fella Its Mur-da, Its Mur-da uh uh We out