Murda 4 Life (Exclusive Album Advance version)

[Intro: Memphis Bleek & Ja Rule]
Yeah
(Uh)
What y'all niggas want? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Street shit
Memph Bleek shit (Uh, yeah), Ja Rule
(Ya heard, nigga)
It's real (Yo) here in these fields, nigga

[Chorus: Ja Rule & Memphis Bleek]
Niggas live wit it
Money drugs and murda for life
Bitches deal wit it
Only lovin' them hoes for the night
If you feelin' it
Get high, it's alright
But you can get it
'Till the day of our demise
Niggas live wit it
Money drugs and murda for life
Bitches deal wit it
Only lovin' them hoes for the night
If you feelin' it
Get high, it's alright (Yo)
But you can get it (Yea)
'Till the day (Uh) of our (Yo) demise

[Verse 1: Memphis Bleek]
You could holla at the dog
Haters wanna see me fall
Bitches, wanna see me ball
Killers!, they don't wanna see me at all
If I wasn't rollin' with the Roc
Would you niggas pass rock, share birds or flash Glocks?
I walk around with two Macs, razors and ice picks
Just cause you niggas wanna see me hurtin' like them
It's all about the Benjamins, money, cash, hoes
Livin' 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 parts of this nigga
Spark with this nigga
Blaze bark with this nigga
Me and Ja Rule fuckin' you hoes is what these guys do
Ain't the type to buy you, mami how you, slide cock inside you
Supply you, with ten bitches times two
I'm a motherfuckin animal
Real individual, street pinnacle
Bleek ridicule you niggas to spit at you
If you bounce like a playa then you lounge like a playa, smoke a ounce like a playa, spit a round like a playa
It's all about the dough, motherfuck these hoes
Nigga stack what'chu know or get clapped 'cause you owe, nigga

[Chorus: Ja Rule]
Niggas live wit it
Money drugs and murda for life
Bitches deal wit it
Only lovin' them hoes for the night
If you feelin' it
Get high, it's alright
Niggas can get it
'Till the day of our demise
Niggas live wit it
Money drugs and murda for life
Bitches deal wit it
Only lovin' them hoes for the night
If you feelin' it
Get high, it's alright
Niggas can get it
'Till the day of our demise

[Verse 2: Ja Rule]
Fuck the world 'cause it ain't quite ready for me
I'm livin' 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
Fuckin' around with Ja and Bleek, get hit up
Tearin' 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 nuttin' 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 ridin' with?
Rollin' nuttin' but hot shit, your bitch, my bitch
Only difference is bitches on my dick blow dick
How I cock spread hit, hoes love that shit, you celibate?
I turn you into the freakiest 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, nuttin' but the murderous
Live with it

[Chorus: Ja Rule & Memphis Bleek]
Niggas live wit it
Money drugs and murda for life
Bitches deal wit it
Only lovin' them hoes for the night
If you feelin' it
Get high, it's alright
Niggas can get it
'Till the day of our demise
Niggas live wit it
Money drugs and murda for life
Bitches deal wit it
Only lovin' them hoes for the night
If you feelin' it
Get high, it's alright
Niggas can get it (Yo, yo, yo)
'Till the day of our demise

[Outro: Ja Rule]
Uh
Yeah
Nigga
Ja Rule
Memph Bleek
Holla back
Roc-A-Fella
It's Murda
It's Murda, uh, uh
We out