The Murderers Lyrics

Word to God, y'all know who the fuck this is You know we would kidnap yo kidz You know what the fuck we do Murder bitch niggaz like you
For real, all the time, any place, anywhere Y'all niggaz could get it, act like y'all don't know In a world that's ice cold, blacks die slowly Cats snatch rollies, gats'll leave you holy
My momma always told me the streetz will slow me down Daddy never showed me how the heat will hold me down So now I rob and steal, spit shit you feal, wit a clique that kills Yeah my shit's that real, I hustle hard all my life, ran the streetz all night
My wife alwayz said everything was gonna be a-ait And she was right and that's 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 gon do? Hit the streetz and hustle, pick up the heat and bust you I'm tryin' to eat like Russel, murda is my hustle But you keep chasin' yesterday, you gon miss tomorrow
It's murda motherfucker we don't beg or borrow We take shit, fuck you and yo fake bitch, when the eight spit You could feel the hatred, taste it You high right now, you ain't ready to die right now
The four five will calm you down, you under trauma now It's drama how a child will shut shit down Kill a nigger for the fuck of it I get you touched for chips Fuck that shit, fuck the whip, and fuck you bitch You can just suck my dick
If you chasin' yesterday, you gon miss tomorrow It's murda motherfucker, we don't beg or borrow We take shit, fuck you and yo fake bitch When the eight spit you could feel the hatred, taste it It's your blood, when we show blood, we murderers We throw slugz, we huselazz we sell drugz And tell thugz live it up till yo time stopz
Yo I give a fuck if y'all niggaz hate me, I drop bodies off Where the lakes be but lately, I've been hitin' cribz And safes where the cake be, I take three to the vest For the love of the dollas I put that hot shit thru you
And watch you holla holla, the same niggaz that I ball wit I'm a brawl wit I'm a tank running in banks and takin' all of it Player we're flawless, wit nutten to loosin' gunz bustin' And brossen niggerz y'all can't live
Funny shit about it, niggers wanna hit me, forget about it [ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/the-murderers-lyrics-ja-rule.html ] Thug shit I'm still livin' y'all niggaz just spit about it I rob and stomp niggaz two third of my life The other one third spent sittin' on curbz chasin' those birdz
If you ever get the urge to come by and try to test There's only one and then you get numb and lied to rest It's murda the only code to the ghetto It's murda, nigga hand me the bezzle
And dance with the devil, gunz rapidly spit Gangsta shit, attractin' yo bitch, gettin' head and lean back in the sip I mastered the chipz, nigga I'm tryin' to tell you You're holdin' hammers and nails and We have you where the dogz couldn't smell you
If you chasin' yesterday, you gon miss tomorrow It's murda motherfucker, we don't beg or borrow We take shit, fuck you and yo fake bitch When the eight spit you could feel the hatred, taste it It's your blood, when we show blood, we murderers We throw slugz, we huselazz we sell drugz And tell thugz live it up till yo time stopz
Ja's a muthafuckin' problem, any nigga think not, I'ma pop him Put the lean on niggaz the minute I spot 'em Who's gettin' it, I got him nigga dead and gone Gonna guide 'em to the cross roads show 'em how those gunz blow
I'ma degenerate nigga addicted to hydro, switchin' four lanes Top down wit my eyes closed, got a death wish Money, drugz, and murderer shit What you want with this, we'll kidnap yo kids
Clap up yo crib, it's the murderaz Who you know wit gunz that kill shit Just because we're them hot niggerz Sell mo records than rock niggaz
I'ma lock it down for six months and shock niggaz what's my name? J the A. R U L E with them hoez get between more sheetz than isley You can't deny me, I'm the muthafuckin' one, druggin' bitches like heroin The God be the rule, if you're hot keep eyes on your jewels
To cop a Benz twenty inch chrome, the shoes, I got nuttin' to lose But everything to live for thorough bread demand and supply the raw I put my smash down from N Y to Chi town INC murder spittin' in roundz You don't wanna her how it soundz, when we cock them flames It's murda and ain't shit gon change niggaz
Motherfuckers understand that Let the God be his here nigga smirloff Motherfuckers Oh my murdaraz Murder INC niggers