Ja Rule - Murderers Lyrics
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What Are The Lyrics For Murderers By Ja Rule?
Word to god
Y'all know who the f*ck this is You know we would kidnap yo kids You know what the f*ck we do Murder bitch niggas like you For real, all the time, any place, anywhere Y'all niggas could get it Act like y'all don't know In a world that's ice cold, blacks die slowly Cats snatch rollies, gats'll leave you holy My momma always told me the streets will slow me down Daddy never showed me how the heat will hold me down So now I rob and steal, spit shit you feel, wit a clique that kills Yea my shit's that real, I hustle hard all my life Ran the streets all night My wife always said everything was gonna be aight 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 mother, look at it from a thug point of view When the kids need clothes, what a thug gon do? Hit the streets and hustle, pick up the heat and bust you I'm tryin' to eat like Russel Murda is my hustle But you keep chasin' yesterday, you goin' miss tomorrow It's murda motherfucker we don't beg or borrow We take shit, f*ck you and yo fake bitch, when the eight (.8mm) spit You could feel the hatred, taste it You high right now, you ain't ready to die right now The .45 will calm you down, you under trauma now It's drama how a child will shut shit down Kill a nigga for the f*ck of it I get you touched for chips F*ck that shit, f*ck the whip, and f*ck you bitch You can just suck my dick If you chasin' yesterday, you goin' miss tomorrow It's murda motherfucker, we don't beg or borrow We take shit, f*ck you and yo fake bitch When the .8 spit you could feel the hatred, taste it It's your blood, when we show blood, we murderers (murderers) We throw slugs, we hustlers (hustlers) we sell drugs And tell thugs live it up till yo time stops Yo I give a f*ck if y'all niggas hate me I drop bodies off where the lakes be But lately, I've been hittin' cribs And safes where the cake be I take three to the vest for the love of the dolla I put that hot shit through you and watch you Holla Holla The same niggas that I ball wit I'ma brawl wit I'm a tank running in banks and takin' all of it Player we're flawless, wit nothin' to lose guns bustin' And brossen niggas y'all can't live Funny shit about it, niggas wanna hit me, forget about it Thug shit I'm still livin' y'all niggas just spit about it I rob and stomp niggas 2/3rd of my life The other 1/3 spent sittin' on curbs chasin' those birds 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 murder the only code to the ghetto It's murder, nigga hand me the Bessel And dance with the devil, guns rapidly spit Gangsta shit, attractin yo bitch, gettin head and lean back in the whip I mastered the chips, Nigga I'm tryin to tell you You're holdin hammers and nails and We have you where the dogs couldn't smell you If you chasin' yesterday, you goin' miss tomorrow It's murda motherfucker, we don't beg or borrow We take shit, f*ck you and yo fake bitch When the .8 spit you could feel the hatred, taste it It's your blood, when we show blood, we murderers (murderers) We throw slugs, we hustlers (hustlers) we sell drugs And tell thugs live it up till yo time stops Ja's a motherfuckin' problem Any nigga think not, I'ma pop him Put the lean on niggas the minute I spot em Who's gettin' it, I got him nigga dead and gone Gonna guide em to the cross roads show em how those guns blow I'ma degenerate nigga addicted to hydro, switchin' four lanes Top down wit my eyes closed, got a death wish Money, drugs, and murderer shit What you want with this? We'll kidnap yo kids And clap up yo crib, It's the murderers Who you know wit guns that kill shit Just because we're them hot niggas Sell mo records than Roc niggas I'ma lock it down for six months and shock niggas What's my name? J the A R.U.L.E. with them hoes get between more sheets than Isley You can't deny me, I'm the motherfuckin' one Druggin' bitches like Heron(heroin) The god be the Rule, if you're hot get bice and bice On your jewel to cop a Bens 20 inch chrome, the shoes, I got nothin' to lose but everything to live for Thoroughbred demand and supply the raw I put my smash down from N.Y. to Chi-Town INC Murder spittin in rounds You don't wanna her how it sounds, When we cock them flames It's murder And ain't shit goin' change Niggas! |
Who Wrote Murderers By Ja Rule?
Mark Anthony Myrie, Clement Dodd, Jeffrey B. Atkins, Irving Domingo Lorenzo, Tyrone Fyffe, Ramel Gill, Tiheem Crocker
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What's The Duration Of The Murderers By Ja Rule?The duration of Murderers is 4:05 minutes and seconds. |
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