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