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Ja Rule F/ Memphis Bleek Miscellaneous Murda 4 Life Yeah. What y'all niggaz want street shit Memph Bleek shit Ja rule shit You heard nigga It's all real in the field nigga Chorus Niggaz live wit it money drugs and murdah for life Bitches 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 Bitches wanna too see me ball killers they don't wanna see me at all If I wasn't rolling with the rock Will you niggaz pass rock share birds or flash glocks I walk around wit two Mac's, razors and icepicks Just cause you niggaz want to see me hurtin like them Its all about the benjamins money cash hoe's livin through this shit i'm in nigger stack doe Street scholar, eight figure nigga white collar cat ain't the M-E-M-P-H man, bitch holla back I'm a creature smoking on hay since it was reefer Drug ass flow like I was cut wit ether Mark ass nigger don't want a part of this nigga spark with this nigga blaze bark wit this niga Me and Ja Rule fuckin you hoe's is what these guys do Ain't the type to buy you, mommy how you, slide cock inside you supply you with ten bitches times two, I'm a motherfuckin animal Chorus (2x) (Ja Rule) Fuck the world cause it ain't quite ready me I'm living my life niggaz take a look at these eyes Witness what it is to be real niggaz guns, drugs, hot slugs, coke runs, want some, get some Bad enough buy some nigga Fucking around with Ja and Bleek and get hit up Tearing your whole clique then we clip up Nigga thats what these Murderers nigga that's us What the fuck, is you ready to die right now nigga? Know you feelin my style nigga Run wit nothing but wild Brooknam and Queens Isle niggaz Hit em any nigger that breath rule riddel em wit hot one Ain't nigga like me, who you riding wit? Rolling nothing but hot shit your bitch my bitch Only difference is bitches on my dick blow dick How I cock spread hit ho's love that shit, you celibate I'll turn you into the freakest bitch Have you topless dancing in bars naked for dollars Y'all bitches know what my style is Always on some foul shit, Rule bitch 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, bitch where we freakin at Bum chick don't speak to that, fly momma creep wit that Live with it nigga hit it, don't stop get it get it Don't tricking bitching, would you fuck with it Brooknam and Queens Yo, it means more killin, more guns, more drugs, more real ass niggaz HOLLA don't give a fuck, DOLLAS niggaz what you want get it Crump blaze skunk, what the fuck y'all want nigga! (Ja Rule) None of me cause, I hit em wit to much style And my energy got these niggaz creatin lil me's I'm a lock and squeeze know that its my time If I leave air breath niggaz haten on mines I'm a nightmare niggas 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 |
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