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Ja Rule feat.Black Child Caddillac Tah& Dave Bing
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Yeah
We about money and Murda
What ehe fuck y'all wanna do?
Either pass that paper
Or we gonna have to kill you
It's like that, nigga
Don't question why
'Cause when it's Murda, motherfucker
Everybody gotta die
Die motherfucker, die
Die motherfucker, die
Die motherfucker, die
Die motherfucker, die
Yeah, money ain't never been nothing, I hit the block if this shit get ugly
And it ain't never been in my heart to let niggas thug me
Hit the dealer and cop a drop if the eyes is buggy
And pull up in front of the spot 'cause the mommies love me
(It's gangsta), yeah, and ain't no nigga gone match me
Stocky, chubby nigga voice real raspy
I see you real flashy (but that ain't gone last, nigga)
Pop fire off shots (and that's your ass, nigga)
It's war now, that's why I keep the four with long nozzle
Six hundred bad bitch on it, holding down the throttle
And fuck that beef shit, 'cause some beef won't die
And some niggas will say they gangsta, but they won't ride
So, while it's hard for you to decide, I'll let it fly
40 shots hit your ride up, hit the tropics and hide up
Under palm tree's to white sand, everything is a price, man
You snipe when bullets are piping hot
When it's your flesh, it begin warming you
Now die motherfucker, die, 'cause I'm tired of warning you
Yeah, we here now (die motherfucker)
Don't be scared now (die motherfucker)
Black Child, I'm off parole, it's Murda now
In a hood near you about to burn it down
Word to God, it feels like I'm from every hood
'Cause when you ghetto, you ghetto with gats you good
Sell cracks if you could, bust your gat when you should
It's for my blacks from the bricks back to Inglewood
We eat together, nigga, fuck the crossroads
In this world, my flow is another lost soul
My shit sounds like shots from a four pound
To these bitch clowns, it's war now
It's all about paper, that's my issue
Fuck peace, you can have a piece of the pistol
Everybody gon' die but nobody want dead
(Die motherfucker, die), it's your life
Everybody wanna live, but they wanna live scared
(Die motherfucker, die), that's your life
'Cause everybody gon' die but nobody want dead
(Die motherfucker, die), it's your life
And everybody wanna live, but they wanna live scared (yeah, yeah)
(Die motherfucker, die), that's your life (yeah, yo)
Niggas know the truth, 'Rule raises the roof
'Cause 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 too high, ground it
Uh! Is how it sounded, two shots thru and silent
And one nigga stripped off his talents
New fucking Yiddy City, the sex and violence
Where first time offenders get floated to the island
And one time (one time), give a nigga one time
Breathe wrong and a nigga have a blown mind
I blow lines like an addict, bust guns erratic, shine blind like carats
Rules above average, me and this music make a marriage
So I thee wed 'til I'm either jailed or dead, motherfuckers
Feel me, nigga
Word to God
Feel us, nigga
We here, again
It's Murda
Everybody gon' die but nobody want dead
(Die motherfucker, die), it's your life
Everybody wanna live, but they wanna live scared
(Die motherfucker, die), that's your life
'Cause everybody gon' die but nobody want dead
(Die motherfucker, die), it's your life
And everybody wanna live, but they wanna live scared
(Die motherfucker, die), that's your life
Die motherfucker, die
Die motherfucker, die
Die motherfucker, die
Die motherfucker, die
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