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letra de murda 4 life (exclusive album advance version) - ja rule

[intro: memphis bleek & ja rule]
yeah
(uh)
what y’all n-ggas want? (yeah, yeah, yeah)
street sh-t
memph bleek sh-t (uh, yeah), ja rule
(ya heard, n-gga)
it’s real (yo) here in these fields, n-gga

[chorus: ja rule & memphis bleek]
n-ggas live wit it
money drugs and murda for life
b-tches 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
n-ggas live wit it
money drugs and murda for life
b-tches 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
b-tches, wanna see me ball
k!llers!, they don’t wanna see me at all
if i wasn’t rollin’ with the roc
would you n-ggas pass rock, share birds or flash glocks?
i walk around with two macs, razors and ice picks
just cause you n-ggas wanna see me hurtin’ like them
it’s all about the benjamins, money, cash, hoes
livin’ through this sh-t i’m in, n-gga stack dough
street scholar, eight figure n-gga, white collar cat
ain’t the m-e-m-p-h man, b-tch!, 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 n-gga don’t want parts of this n-gga
spark with this n-gga
blaze bark with this n-gga
me and ja rule f-ckin’ you hoes is what these guys do
ain’t the type to buy you, mami how you, slide c-ck inside you
supply you, with ten b-tches times two
i’m a motherf-ckin animal
real individual, street pinnacle
bleek ridicule you n-ggas 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, motherf-ck these hoes
n-gga stack what’chu know or get clapped ’cause you owe, n-gga
[chorus: ja rule]
n-ggas live wit it
money drugs and murda for life
b-tches deal wit it
only lovin’ them hoes for the night
if you feelin’ it
get high, it’s alright
n-ggas can get it
’till the day of our demise
n-ggas live wit it
money drugs and murda for life
b-tches deal wit it
only lovin’ them hoes for the night
if you feelin’ it
get high, it’s alright
n-ggas can get it
’till the day of our demise

[verse 2: ja rule]
f-ck the world ’cause it ain’t quite ready for me
i’m livin’ my life, n-ggas, take a look at these eyes
witness what it is to be real, n-ggas
guns, drugs, hot slugs, coke runs, want some, get some, bad enough? pop some, n-gga
f-ckin’ around with ja and bleek, get hit up
tearin’ your whole clique up, then we clip up
n-gga that’s what the murderers, n-gga that’s us
what the f-ck, is you ready to die right now n-gga?
know you feelin’ my style, n-gga
run with nuttin’ but wild brooknam and queens isle n-ggas, hit ’em
any n-gga that breath, rule riddle ’em with hot one
ain’t no n-gga like me, who you ridin’ with?
rollin’ nuttin’ but hot sh-t, your b-tch, my b-tch
only difference is b-tches on my d-ck blow d-ck
how i c-ck spread hit, hoes love that sh-t, you celibate?
i turn you into the freakiest b-tch
have you topless dancing in bars naked for dollars
y’all b-tches know what my style is
always in some foul sh-t, rule b-tch
let the world know when i spit, nuttin’ but the murderous
live with it
[chorus: ja rule & memphis bleek]
n-ggas live wit it
money drugs and murda for life
b-tches deal wit it
only lovin’ them hoes for the night
if you feelin’ it
get high, it’s alright
n-ggas can get it
’till the day of our demise
n-ggas live wit it
money drugs and murda for life
b-tches deal wit it
only lovin’ them hoes for the night
if you feelin’ it
get high, it’s alright
n-ggas can get it (yo, yo, yo)
’till the day of our demise

[outro: ja rule]
uh
yeah
n-gga
ja rule
memph bleek
holla back
roc-a-fella
it’s murda
it’s murda, uh, uh
we out

- ja rule

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