Ja Rule – The Murderers ft Caddillac Tah & Black Child

Multifaceted American rapper, Ja Rule teams up with Caddillac Tah and Black Child to create this amazing song titled “The Murderers”.

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

We would like you to add this undeniable hit song to your playlist, you won’t regret it yuh.

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LYRICS

Word to God

Y’all know who the fuck this is

You know we would kidnap your kids

You know what the fuck we do

Murder bitch niggas like you

For real, all the time, any place, anywhere

Y’all niggas 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 streets will slow me down

Daddy never showed me how heat will hold me down

So now I rob and steal, spit shit you feel

With a clique that kills, yeah my shit’s that real

I hustle hard all my life, ran the streets all night

My wife always said everything was gonna be alright

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 gonna do?

Hit the streets and hustle, pick up the heat and bust you

I’m tryin’ to eat like Russell, murder is my hustle

But you keep chasin’ yesterday, you gonna miss tomorrow

It’s murder motherfucker we don’t beg or borrow

We take shit, fuck you and your fake bitch, when the .8 spit

You could feel the hatred, taste it

You high right now, you ain’t ready to die right now

The .45 will calm you down, you under trauma now

It’s drama how a child will shut shit down

Kill a nigga for the fuck of it, I’ll get you touched for chips

Fuck that shit, and fuck your whips, fuck you bitch

You can just suck my dick

If you chasin’ yesterday, you gon’ miss tomorrow

It’s murder motherfucker, we don’t beg or borrow

We take shit, fuck you and your fake bitch

When the .8 spit you could feel the hatred, taste it

It’s your blood, when we show blood, we murderers (murderers)

We throw slugs, we hustlers (hustlers) we sell drugs

And tell thugs live it up till yo time’s up

Yo I give a fuck if y’all niggas hate me

I drop bodies off where the lakes be

But lately, I’ve been hittin’ cribs

And safes where the cake be

I take three to the vest for the love of the dollar

I put that hot shit through you and watch you Holla Holla

The same niggas that I ball with I’mma brawl with

I’m a tank running in banks and takin’ all of it

Player we’re flawless, with’ nothin’ to lose

Guns busting and bruisin’ niggas, y’all can’t live

Funny shit about it, niggers wanna hit me, forget about it

Thug shit I’m still livin’ y’all niggas just spit about it

I rob and stomp niggas 2/3rd of my life

The other 1/3 spent sittin’ on curbs chasin’ those birds

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 murder the only code to the ghetto

It’s murder, nigga hand me the bezel

Or dance with the devil, guns rapidly spit

Gangsta shit, attractin’ yo bitch, gettin’ head and lean back in the 6

I mastered the chips, nigga I’m tryin’ to tell you

You’re holdin’ hammers and nail you

We have you where the dogs couldn’t smell you

If you chasin’ yesterday, you gonna miss tomorrow

It’s murder motherfucker, we don’t beg or borrow

We take shit, fuck you and yo fake bitch

When the .8 spit you could feel the hatred, taste it

It’s your blood, when we show blood, we murderers (murderers)

We throw slugs, we hustlers (hustlers) we sell drugs

And tell thugs live it up till yo time’s up

Ja’s a motherfuckin’ problem

Any nigga think not, I’ma pop him

Put the lean on niggas the minute I spot em

Who’s gettin’ it, I got him, nigga dead and gone

Gonna guide ’em to the crossroads show em how those guns blow

I’ma degenerate nigga addicted to hydro, switchin’ four lanes

Top down with my eyes closed, got a death wish

Money, drugs, and murderer shit

What you want with this? We’ll kidnap yo kids

And clap up yo crib, it’s the murderers

Who you know with guns that kill shit

Just because we’re them hot niggerz

Sell more records than Roc niggas

I’ma lock it down for 6 months and shock niggas

What’s my name?

J the A the R.U.L.E. with them hoes get between more sheets than Isley

You can’t deny me, I’m the motherfuckin’ one

Druggin’ bitches like heron (heroin)

The don be the Rule, if you’re hot get bice and bice

On your jewel to cop a Benz

20-inch chrome, the shoes, I got nothin’ to lose but everything to live for

Thoroughbred demand and supply the raw

I put my smack down from N.Y. to Chi-Town

Incorporated Murder spittin’ them rounds

You don’t wanna her how it sounds, when we cock them flames

It’s murder and ain’t shit gonna change

Niggas