Ja Rule ft. Memphis Bleek’s Murda 4 Life Lyrics 

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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