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Some information about The Murderers Lyrics Title: Ja Rule - The Murderers lyrics Artist: Ja Rule Album: Venni Vetti Vecci Visitors: 7 visitors have visited The Murderers Lyrics since Feb 12, 2007. [Black Child] Word to god Y all know who the this is You know we would kidnap yo kidz You know what the we do Murder bitch niggaz like you For realall the timeany placeanywhere Y all niggaz could get it Act like y all don t know [rapping] In a world that s ice coldblacks die slowly Cats snatch rolliesgats ll leave you holy My momma always told me the streetz will slow me down Daddy never showed me how the heat will hold me down So now I rob and stealspit shit you fealwit a clique that kills Yea my shit s that realI hustle hard all my life Ran the streetz all night My wife alwayz said everything was gonna be ait And she was right and that s one reason why I love her But everything she said went in one ear and out the other Word to motherlook at it from a thug point of view When the kids need clotheswhat a thug gon do? Hit the streetz and hustlepick up the heat and bust you I m tryin to eat like Russel Murda is my hustle But you keep chasin yestardayyou gon miss tomorow It s murda mother er we don t beg or borrow We take shit you and yo fake bitchwhen the eight (.8mm) spit You could feel the hatredtaste it You high right nowyou ain t ready to die right now The .45 will calm you downyou under trauma now It s drama how a child will shut shit down Kill a for the of it I get you touched for chips that shit the whipand you bitch YOU CAN JUST SUCK [Chorus] [ Black Child ] If you chasin yestradayyou gon miss tomorow It s murda mother erwe don t beg or borrow We take shit you and yo fake bitch When the .8 spit you could feel the hatredtaste it It s your bloodwhen we show bloodwe murderers (murdaraz) We throw slugzwe huselazz (huselazz) we sell drugz And tell thugz live it up till yo time stopz [Tah Murda] Yo I give a if y all niggaz hate me I drop bodies off where the lakes be But latelyI ve been hitin cribz And safes where the cake be I take three to the vest for the love of the dolla I put that hot shit thru you and watch you Holla Holla The same niggaz that I ball wit I ma brawl wit I m a tank running in banks and takinall of it Player we re flawlesswit nutten to lose gunz bustin And brossen y all can t live Funny shit about it wanna hit meforget about it Thug shit I m still livin y all niggaz just spit about it I rob and stomp niggaz 2/3rd of my life The other 1/3 spent sittin on curbz chasin those birdz If you ever get the urge to come by and try to test There s only one and then you get numb and lied to rest It s murda the only code to the ghetto It s murdanigga hand me the bezzle And dance with the devilgunz rapidly spit Gangsta shitattractin yo bitchgettin head and lean back in the whip I mastered the chipzNigga I m tryin to tell you You re holdin hammers and nails and We have you where the dogz couldn t smell you [Chorus] [ Black Child ] If you chasin yestradayyou gon miss tomorow It s murda mother erwe don t beg or borrow We take shit you and yo fake bitch When the .8 spit you could feel the hatredtaste it It s your bloodwhen we show bloodwe murderers (murdaraz) We throw slugzwe huselazz (huselazz) we sell drugz And tell thugz live it up till yo time stopz [Ja Rule] Ja s a mutha in problem Any nigga think notI ma pop him Put the lean on niggaz the minute I spot em Who s gettin itI got him Nigga dead and gone Gonna guide em to the cross roads show em how those gunz blow I ma degenerate nigga addicted to hydroswitchin four lanes Top down wit my eyes closedgot a death wish Moneydrugzand murderer shit What you want with this? We ll kidnap yo kids And clap up yo cribIt s the MuRdErAz Who you know wit gunz that kill shit Just because we re them hot Sell mo records than Roc niggaz I ma lock it down for six months and shock niggaz What s my name? J the A R.U.L.E. with them hoez get between more sheetz than Isley You can t deny meI m the mutha in one Druggin bitches like Heron(heroin) The god be the Ruleif you re hot get bice and bice On your jewel to cop a Benz 20 inch chromethe shoesI got nuttin to lose but everything to live for Thoroughbread demand and supply the raw I put my smash down from N.Y. to Chi-Town INC Murder spittin in roundz You don t wanna her how it soundzWhen we cock them flames It s Murda And ain t shit gon change Niggaz!!! Hottest songs from Ja Rule : Fans who visit this lyrics also like: |
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