Ja Rule - Die lyrics

[Tah Murdah]
Yeah
We about money & murda
The f*ck y´all wanna do
Either pass that paper
Or we going to have to kill you
It is like that nigga
Don´t question why
Cuz when it is murda motherf*cker
Everybody have got to die

Die motherf*cker die
Die motherf*cker die
Die motherf*cker die
Die motherf*cker die

[Tah Murdah]
Money aint never been nothing
I hit the block if this shit get ugly
And it aint never been in my heart to let niggas thug me
Hit the dealer & cop a drop if the eyes is buggy
And pull up in front of the spot cause the mommies love me
(It is gangsta) yea & aint no nigga gone match me
Stocky, chubby nigga voice real raspy
I see you real flashy "but that aint gone last nigga"
Pop fire off shots "and that is your ass nigga"
It is war now that is why I keep the four with long nozzle
Six-hundred bad bitch on it holding down the throttle
And f*ck that beef shit cause some beef won´t die
And some niggas will say they gangsta but they won´t ride
And while it is hard for you to decide I will let it fly
Forty shots hit your ride up hit the tropics & hide up
Under palm tree´s to white sand
Everything´s a price man
You snipe when bullets are piping hot
When it is your flesh it begin warming you
Now die motherf*cker die
Cuz I am tired of warning you

[Black Child]
Yea we hear now, die motherf*cker
Don´t be scared now, die motherf*cker
Black Child I am off parole it is murda now
In a hood near you about to burn it down
Word to God it feels like I am from every hood
Cuz when you ghetto your ghetto with gats you good
Sell cracks if you could bust your gat when you should
It is for my blacks from the bricks back to Inglewood
We eat together nigga f*ck the crossroads
In this world my flow is another lost soul
My shit sounds like shots from a four pound
For these bitch clowns it is war now
It is all about paper that is my issue
F*ck peace you can have a piece of the pistol

[Chorus x2: Ja Rule]
Everybody going to die but nobody want dead
Die motherf*cker die, it is your life
Everybody want to live, but they want to live scared
Die motherf*cker Die, that is your life

[Ja Rule]
Niggas know the truth
Rule raises the roof
Cuz I pop more shots than Abdul-Rauf
And when the concludes I bring closure to the situ
Come thru squeeze eight out the stolen black pinto
Niggas know my mental kill or be killed head for the hills
But don´t never slide down it if you to high ground it
(puff, puff) uhhh! Is how it sounded two shots thru & silent
And one nigga stripped of his talents
New f*cking Yiddy City the sex & violence
Where 1st time offenders get floated to the island
And one time give a nigga one time
Breathe wrong & a nigga have a blown mind
I blow lines like an addict
Bust guns erratic shine blind like carats
Rules above average me & this music make a marriage
So I thee wed until I am either jailed or dead motherf*ckers
Feel me niggas

[Black Child]
Word to God
Feel us nigga
We here, again
It is Murda

[Chorus x2]

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