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Murda 4 Life Lyrics

from Coming of Age

"Murda 4 Life" is track #9 on the album Coming of Age. It was written by Lorenzo/atkins/cox/green.
"Murda 4 Life" is track #9 on the album Coming of Age. It was written by Lorenzo/atkins/cox/green.

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Yeah, what y'all niggas want?
Street shit
Memph Bleek shit, Ja Rule
Ya heard nigga
[Incomprehensible]

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

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

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

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
Nigga's can't get it, till the day, ride 'em high

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
Nigga's can't get it, till the day, ride 'em high

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 Brooklyn 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 I cock 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

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
Nigga's can't get it, till the day, ride 'em high

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
Nigga's can't get it, till the day, ride 'em high

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?

Brooklyn and Queens, yo it means mo' killas
(It's murda)
(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?

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

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
Nigga's can't get it, till the day, ride 'em high

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
Nigga's can't get it, till the day, ride 'em high

Uh, uh, yeah nigga
Ja Rule
Memph Bleek
Holla Back
Roc-a-fella
It's murda, it's murda
Uh, uh
We out

Songwriters
LORENZO/ATKINS/COX/GREEN

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Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC

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