The Murderers lyrics

Artist  : Rule Ja 
Song : The Murderers



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														   Black Child:  

  

 Word to God  

 Ya know who the fuck this is?  

 Ya know we would kidnap yo kids?  

 Ya know what the fuck we do?  

 Murda bitch niggaz like you  

 For real  all the time  

 Any place  any where  

 Ya'll niggaz can get it  

 Act like ya'll don't know  

  

 In the world thats ice cold  

 Blacks die slowly  

 Cats snag groupies  

 Gats  and leave you lonely  

 My mama always told me  

 The streets will slow you down  

 Daddy neva showed me  

 How heat will hold me down  

 So now, I rob and steal  

 The shit you fill  

 With a clique that kills  

 Yeah, my shit that real  

 I hustled hard all my life  

 Ran the streets all night  

 My wife always said everything  

 Was gonna be aiight  

 She was right  

 And thats the 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 gonna do?  

 Hit the streets and hustle  

 Or pick up the heat and bust you  

 I'm tryin to eat like Russell  

 Murda is my hustle  

 you keep chasin yesterday  

 You gonna miss tomorrow  

 Its murda motherfucka  

 We don't bang or rob  

 We take shit  

 Fuck you and yo fake bitch  

 When the eight spit  

 You can feel the hatred  

 Taste it  

 You high right now  

 You aint ready to die right now  

 Before five we'll calm you down  

 You in the charmer now  

 It's drama how  

 A child will shut shit down  

 Killin niggaz for the fuck of it  

 I'll get you touched for chips  

 Fuck that shit and fuck yo wips  

 Fuck you bitch you can just suck my dick  

  

 Chorus:  

  

 If you keep chasin yesterday  

 You gonna miss tomorrow  

 Its murda motherfucka  

 We don't bang or rob  

 We take shit  

 Fuck you and yo fake bitch  

 When the eight spit  

 You can feel the hatred  

 Taste it  

 Its your blood  

 When we show love  

 We murderers ( murderers )  

 We throw slugs  

 We hustlers ( hustlers )  

 We sell drugs  

 And tell thugs livin it up  

 That there times up  

  

 Tah Murdah:  

  

 Yo, Yo  

 I dont give a fuck if you niggaz hate me  

 I drop bodies off where the lakes be  

 But lately, I've been hittin cribs be safe where
the cake be  

 I take three to the feds for the love of the
dollars  

 And put that hot shit through you and watch you
Holla, Holla  

 The same niggaz I roll wit I'ma brawl wit  

 Hold my tanks  

 Run in the bank, and take it all with  

 Playa we flawless  

 Wit nothin to loose  

 Gun buttin and bruisin  

 Niggaz ya'll cant live  

 Funny shit about it  

 Niggaz wanna hit me  

 Forget about it  

 Thug-shit I'm livin  

 Ya'll niggaz spit about it  

 I rob and extort niggaz  

 Two-thirds of my life  

 The other third has been  

 Swingin on cars  

 Chasin the birds  

 If you ever get the urge to come  

 Try for test  

 All in one day you'll get none  

 And lied to rest  

 It's Murda  

 The only code of the ghetto  

 It's Murda  

 Nigga hand me the bezzle  

 And dance with the devil  

 Guns gradually spit  

 Gangsta shit  

 Attractin your bitch  

 Gettin head leaned back in the six  

 I master the chips  

 Nigga I'm tryin to tell you  

 You holdin hammers and nail you  

 Have you were the dogs couldn't smell you  

  

 Chorus:  

  

 If you keep chasin yesterday  

 You gonna miss tommorrow  

 Its murda motherfucka  

 We don't bang or rob  

 We take shit  

 Fuck you and yo fake bitch  

 When the eight spit  

 You can feel the hatred  

 Taste it  

 Its your blood  

 When we show love  

 We murderers ( murderers )  

 We throw slugs  

 We hustlers ( hustlers )  

 We sell drugs  

 And tell thugs livin it up  

 That there times up  

  

 Ja Rule:  

  

 Ja's the motherfuckin problem  

 Any nigga think not  

 I'ma pop 'em  

 Put the lid on niggaz  

 Demand that I spot 'em  

 Who gettin it? I got 'em nigga  

 And go got 'em to the cross in the roads  

 Show them how the guns blow  

 I'm a degenerate nigga  

 Addicted to hydro  

 Pushin four lanes  

 Top down with my eyes closed  

 Got a death wish  

 Money, drugs, and murderin shit  

 What you want with this?  

 We'll kidnap yo kids  

 Clap up yo cribs  

 It's the Murderers  

 What you know that does  

 That kill shit , just because?  

 We them hot niggas  

 Sell more records then roc niggas  

 I'ma lock it down for six months  

 And shock niggas  

 Whats my name?  

 J to A, the R-U-L-E  

 With them hoes  

 That get through more sheets then  

 I's lay, you can't deny me  

 I'm the motherfuckin one  

 Drugs and bitches, like Heron  

 The don be the rule  

 If you hot get priced on your jewels  

 Cop a benz, and 20 inch chrome yo shoes  

 I got nothin to loose  

 But everything to live for  

 Thoroughbred's the man  

 That supply the raw  

 I put my smack down  

 >From N-Y to Chi-town  

 Incorporated  

 Murder spittin them rounds  

 You don't wanna hear how we sound  

 We cop the flame  

 It's Murda  

 And shit gonna change  

 Niggaz...  

  

 Uh, uh  

 Motherfuckas, understand that  

 Uh, uh  

 We live or die for this here  

 Nigga it's MURDA!!  

 Motha fucka  

 Give it to 'em  

 We'll like that  

 All my murderers!!  

 My dog  

 Fuck the world  

 Ya heard  

 Murder Inc. niggaz