Murda 4 Life Lyrics by Memphis Bleek

Murda 4 Life Lyrics

    (Memphis Bleek talking)
    Yeah, what y'all niggas want?
    Street shit,Memph Bleek shit,Ja Rule
    (Ja Rule)
    ya heard nigga

    1-Chrous(Ja Rule)2x's
    Nigga's live with it money,drugs and murda for life
    Bitches deal with it,only lovin' them hoes for the night
    if you feelin' it,get high it's all right.But you can't get it
    till the day, ride em' high

    (Memphis Bleek)
    Yo, you can holla at the dog
    Haters want to see me fall
    Bitches want to see me ball
    Killers they don't want to see me at all
    If I wasn't rolling with the roc
    Would you nigga's pass roc,
    Yeah birds, or flash glocks
    I walk around with two mac's,razors,and ice picks
    Just cause' you nigga's want to see me hurtin' like them
    It's all about the benjamins,money,cash,hoes
    livin' through this shit i'm in,nigga stack dough
    Street scholar, eight-figga nigga, white collar gat
    Ain't the M-E-M-P-H man,bitch holla back
    I'm a creature smokin' on hate since it was reefer
    Drug ass flow, like I've been cuffed with Eta
    Mark ass nigga don't want parts of this nigga
    Spark with this nigga, blaze bark with this nigga
    Me and Ja Rule fuckin' you hoes is what these guys do
    Ain't the type to buy you,mommy how are you?
    Slide cock inside you supply you, with ten bitches times two
    I'm a motherfucking animal

    2-(Same chrous with different wording)2x's
    Nigga's live with money,drugs,and murda for life
    Bitches deal with it,only lovin' them hoes for the night
    If your feelin' get high it's all right
    Nigga's can't get it to the day ride em' high

    (Ja Rule)
    Fuck, the world cause it ain't quite ready for me
    I'm livin' my life niggas take a look at these eyes witness What it's like to
    be real nigga's
    Guns,drugs,hot slugs,coke rugs
    Want some, get some, bad enough, pop some, nigga
    Fuck around with Ja and may get hit up
    Tearing your whole clique up, then we clip up
    Nigga that's what the murder, Nigga that's us
    What the fuck? Is you ready to die right now Nigga?
    Make you feel my style nigga
    Growin' up with wild Brooklon and Queens L niggas
    Hit em, any nigga that breathe room reel em wit' hot ones Ain't no nigga like
    me, who you ridin' with?
    Rollin' nothing but hot shit,yo' bitch my bitch
    Only difference is bitches on my dick, blow dick
    How Icock spread it, hoes love that shit
    You sel-a-bid I turn you in to the freakyist bitch
    Have you topless ,dancing in bars naked for dollars
    Y'all bitches know how my style is, always in some foul shit
    RULE bitch let the world know when I spit
    Nothing but the murderous ,live with it

    (Repeat #2 chrous)2x's

    (Memphis Bleek)
    Yo,Yo,Yo Holla what you think of that?
    Bitch where we freakin' at?
    Bum chicken I don't speak to that
    Fly mama i'll creep with that
    Live with it,lick and hit it, don't stop, get it get it
    Don't trick it, bitch would you FUCK with it?
    Brooklon and Queens(it's murda)yo it means mo' killas
    (it's murda)mo' guns, mo'drugs,mo' real ass nigga's
    Holla, don't give a fuck dolla's
    Nigga's what you want get it crump blazed stump
    What the fuck y'all want nigga?

    (Ja Rule)
    None of me cause' i hit em' with too much style
    In my energy, got nigga's creating little me's
    I'm a lot game squeeze
    Knowing it's my time if I leave and breathe
    Nigga's hatin' on mines i'm a nightmare
    Nigga's better prepare to die and deal with
    Ja hollering murda for life

    (Chorus#2)2x

    (Ja Rule)
    Uh,uh,yeah nigga
    Ja Rule
    Memph Bleek
    Holla Back
    Roc-A-Fella
    It's murda,it's murda
    Uh,uh
    We out

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