murda 4 life lyrics – ja rule

(feat. the murderers)

{ja rule}
busta *ss n*gg*z
busta *ss n*gg*z
let’s ride on they *ss

this is murda for life
this is murda for life
this is murda for life
this is murda for life

hater, it’s murda
what the f*ck you gonna do?
murder i-n-c
we gangstas y’all playas
now we took your sh*t
when we start for war

{tah murdah}
yo, yo, whether y’all n*gg*s feel it my gangsta or not
guns will pop n*gg*s will drop
flip figgas and build stocks
and i still rock with n*gg*s that slang them thangs
fasinated by his life and what i could bring
it’s a good thing when good n*gg*s cling together
it’s a hood thing guns sling hittin who ever
i’m after the cheedar
n*gg*s that’s someting you must know
get touched for any grand my plans is the gusto (n*body can live)
b*tch n*gg* walk with it switch n*gg*
wound up in the ditch n*gg*
get f*cking around
throw you body over the bridge
and watch you drown
yeah, it’s murda when i c*ck it back

{black child}
yo m*th*rf*ckas love to hate us
we got slugs for traders
big john-dub paper drug flavors
we c*ke dope mess tabs and ease
f*ck around and i’ll open up a spottin spree
if i did n*gg*s will probably snitch on me
cuz some of these n*gg*s in the industry
is like b*tches to me
ya’ll ain’t seen nothing this black since biggie
you never seen gat this big that pretty
(motherf*ckas) you murda i-n-c
(and i touch) b*tch n*gg*s get it for free
(motherf*cka) if i can’t live n*gg*s die to night
it’s black child, hollis ave
murda for life
(n*gg*)

{chorus: ja rule}
this is murda for life
this is murda for life
motherf*ckas i still don’t give a f*ck
this is murda for life
this is murda for life
n*gg*s i still don’t give a sh*t
this is murda for life
this is murda for life
call it what you want murda inc the gang n*gg*
this is murda for life
this is murda for life
motherf*ckas i still don’t give a f*ck

{vita}
meditate, light the dro
and let this b*tch drop the flow
so know when you speak how n*gg*s gonna creep
and they keep that heat
leave you six feet deep
it’s a murda thang
a jersey thang
now you how i claim it
burn these thangs
ain’t nothing going to change
we own this b*tch
and i never hesate to put it on the b*tch
and this owned by the motherf*ckin murda (i-n-c)
v-i-t-a and i see no (other choice)
but to roll with the homicide
for all the drama make sure that you
and your mama die

{ja rule}
it’s the end of the days for n*gg*s who sh*t where they lay
like this b*tch with aids
i paid f*ck who i hate
so when we congrigate
the condom breaks
for that born mistake
you bustas name too late
sh*t, it’s murda
that’s what we be yelling
sell a million to records
to top of these drugs we selling (gettin high)
f*cking with i-n-c and you (going die)
it’s murda for life
so get it right (ya’ll n*gg*s)
known for carring guns
we f*ck (ya’ll b*tches)
it’s thug life we live it
with both feet puttin in it
we gives more the we gettin
ya’ll needs shots to live it
n*gg*s you could call us
m-u-r-d-e-r-s
we put souls at rest and shoot up caskets
we dangerous
f*ck with inc you gettin touched
cuz n*gg*s
we still don’t give a f*ck

this is murda for life
this is murda for life
this is murda for life
this is murda for life

you will lie in h*ll
where your dead homeboys dwell
there’s no way to escape
there’s no way you can escape
so rest in peace b*tch

/ ja rule lyrics