Ja Rule - Murderers lyrics

[Black Child]
Uh huh, we did it
Motherf*cker
Somebody have got to do it
It have got to get done, why not get it done with the gun?
Word to god
Yo yo yo

[Ja Rule]
Murder´a, inside must be hollow
Kill us today or you will have to kill us tomorrow
Murder´a, inside must be shallow
How does it feel to take a life of anotha
Murder´a, inside must be hollow
Kill us today or you will have to kill us tomorrow
Murder´a, inside must be shallow
How does it feel to take a life...

[Black Child]
It is murda & its not a game
Y´all *Silence* going to feel the flames & a lotta pain
Let me explain from day one its murda one with no gun
Taking income, makin bitch niggas run
The nine-one-one roll up nigga what
We got the four pund tucked, the Porsche look plush
Niggas get f*ckin clapped & killed for flossin
That probly why niggas get killed so often
Nothin to live for type a nigga I did a bid for
Snitch bitch niggas that aint built for war
Is it because we aint got no love for thugs
And slugs for drugs, the worlds most murda´rous
Black Child, nigga you know how the f*ck I do
Put two in you, then puff a blunt at your funeral
I might touch yo´ click & f*ck yo´ bitch
But´choo never heard a nigga spit shit like this

[Ja Rule]
Murder´a, inside must be hollow
Kill us today or you will have to kill us tomorrow
Murder´a, inside must be shallow
How does it feel to take a life of anotha
Murder´a, inside must be hollow
Kill us today or you will have to kill us tomorrow
Murder´a, inside must be shallow
How does it feel to take a life...

[Tah Murdah]
When I am gunnin I am coming on ??? shit rubber grip
Four shit on the sawed off, blowin the doors off the Range Rov´ shit
Fo´ sho´ this, is somethin´ we die for
And my murdera´s I lie & fry for
Murda man, when the shit hit the fan
The plan formulate, for instance, f*ck a percentage you need the all the cake
Put the four to snakes make em lay for raw
F*ck the game, ´cuz nigga I do not play no more
Size em up, nevermind if you ridin tough
Count em out ´til his eyes is puff, despising us
I got hungry thugs that´ll tie you up
And they aint got a problem with, snub nose revolver shit
We hard to hit, my mom´s a Crip
We thristy niggas that´ll rob ya bitch for the love of the chips
So when I am soaking the whip, y´all niggas keep hatin´
Have got to stash where the heats placed in, paper I keep chasin
Motherf*cker, uh uh

[Ja Rule]
Murder´a, inside must be hollow
Kill us today or you will have to kill us tomorrow
Murder´a, inside must be shallow
How does it feel to take a life of anotha
Murder´a, inside must be hollow
Kill us today or you will have to kill us tomorrow
Murder´a, inside must be shallow
How does it feel to take a life...

[Ja Rule]
Yo, yo...
Forever young this face kills so many all die, nigga must I?
Confess my sins, to the souls of the unknown, why?
Would you ever disrespect my niggas
We murderous engines that lead to lynchin´s
Index, itching, ready to run up & hit ´em
Let the teflon spin ´em, they say "look how Ja did ´em"
I a murder´a , Inc´ed & blood you know you heard of us
Murderers juts because we the shhhhhhh
Make a nigga much harder to hit with the ox
We can take it back, give me five minutes in the box
Or trade hot rocks ´til one of us drops
Nothin but shells & you can hear the shot for blocks
I am giving em hell, while niggas steady hollerin´ "stop"
I spit sixteens with aim & continue to pop
Motherf*ckers, what´choo want with this shit
The murderous I-N-C, nigga

[Ja Rule]
Murder´a, inside must be hollow
Kill us today or you will have to kill us tomorrow
Murder´a, inside must be shallow
How does it feel to take a life of anotha
Murder´a, inside must be hollow
Kill us today or you will have to kill us tomorrow
Murder´a, inside must be shallow
How does it feel to take a life...

MURDER´A!

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