Ja Rule – Murda 4 Life

Stupendously Talented American legendary rapper, Ja Rule teams up with Memphis Sleek to create this song tagged “Murda 4 Life”.

This intriguing record which appeared on his top charting album project called “Venni Vetti Vecci” was officially released on 1 June 1999.

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LYRICS

Yeah, what y’all niggas want?

Yeah. yeah

Street shit, Memph Bleek shit, Ja Rule

Ya heard, nigga

It’s all real in the field, nigga

Niggas live with it, money drugs and murda for life

Bitches deal with it, only lovin’ them hoes for the night

If you’re feeling it, get high, it’s alright

But you can’t get it, until the day of our demise

Niggas live with it, money drugs and murda for life

Bitches deal with it, only lovin’ them hoes for the night

If you’re feeling it, get high, it’s alright

But you can’t get it, until the day of our demise

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 niggas pass rock, share birds, or flash Glocks?

I walk around with two Macs, razors and ice picks

Just cause you niggas want to see me hurtin’ like them

It’s all about the Benjamins, money, cash, hoe’s

Living through this shit I’m in, nigga stack dough

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’ve been cut with ether

Mark ass nigga don’t want a part of this nigga, spark with this nigga

Blaze bark with this nigga

Me and Ja Rule fuckin’ you ho’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

Niggas live with it, money drugs and murda for life

Bitches deal with it, only lovin’ them hoes for the night

If you’re feeling it, get high, it’s alright

But you can’t get it, until the day of our demise

Niggas live with it, money drugs and murda for life

Bitches deal with it, only lovin’ them hoes for the night

If you’re feeling it, get high, it’s alright

But you can’t get it, until the day of our demise

Fuck the world ’cause it ain’t quite ready for me

I’m living my life, niggas, take a look at these eyes

Witness what it is to be real, niggas

Guns, drugs, hot slugs, coke runs, want some, get some

Bad enough? Pop some, nigga

Fucking around with Ja and Bleek and get hit up

Tearing your whole clique up, then we clip up

Nigga, that’s what, the murderers, nigga, that’s us

What the fuck, is you ready to die right now, nigga?

Know you feelin’ my style, nigga

Run with nothing but wild Brooknam and Queens Isle niggas

Hit ’em, any nigga that breath, Rule riddle ’em with hot one

Ain’t no nigga like me, who you riding with?

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 in some foul shit, Rule bitch

Let the world know

When I spit, nothing but that murderous

Live with it

Niggas live with it, money drugs and murda for life

Bitches deal with it, only lovin’ them hoes for the night

If you’re feeling it, get high, it’s alright

But you can’t get it, until the day of our demise

Niggas live with it, money drugs and murda for life

Bitches deal with it, only lovin’ them hoes for the night

If you’re feeling it, get high, it’s alright

But you can’t get it, until the day of our demise

Holla, what you think of that, bitch where we freakin’ at?

Bum chick, I don’t speak to that, fly momma creep with that

Live with it, nigga hit it, don’t stop get it-get it

Don’t trickie bitch, would you fuck with it?

Brooknam and Queens

Yo, it means more killers, more guns, more drugs, more real ass niggas

Holla, don’t give a fuck, dollars, nigga, what you want? Get it

Crump blaze skunk, what the fuck y’all want, nigga!

None of me ’cause, I hit ’em with too much style

And my energy, got these niggas creatin’ lil me’s

I’ma lock and squeeze, know that it’s my time

If I leave air breath, niggas hatin’ on mines

I’m a nightmare, niggas better prepare to die

And deal with Ja hollerin’ Murda for life!

Niggas live with it, money drugs and murda for life

Bitches deal with it, only lovin’ them hoes for the night

If you’re feeling it, get high, it’s alright

But you can’t get it, until the day of our demise

Niggas live with it, money drugs and murda for life

Bitches deal with it, only lovin’ them hoes for the night

If you’re feeling it, get high, it’s alright

But you can’t get it, until the day of our demise

Uh yeah, nigga

Ja Rule, Memph Bleek

Holla back, Roc-a-Fella

It’s Murda, it’s Murda, uh-uh

We out