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1. _ The Rule Won't Die
Uh uh yeah gangsta shit
Takin my word y'all want this
They don't want none of me
They don't want none of me
Yeah please believe it
Rule baby unquestionable
Uh uh but you know that
Heck i know that
Uh ha yeah uh
Verse 1
What has this world come to
When a nigga like me could be perceived the american dream
Life aint always what it seems my younguns
Please believe strugglin always provokes the hustlin
To that we accustomed
You get acquainted with everybody throughout the hood
Still don't trust 'em
Trust is a serious thing
Most niggas don't trust nobody they aint know since sixteen
Does that mean the devil is in us of course
Who you think is holdin us up to fall short
Touch but don't taste taste but don't swallow
And these are the rules that we 'posed to follow
People pray for eternity never see tomorrow
They just wishin the lord would take 'em away from the horror that
I'm currently bringin y'all motherfuckers gonna hafta
Murder me swingin bud i won't die
Verse 2
Hear what i'm sayin y'all niggas better start sayin prayers
Cuz a nigga wit no cares is finally here
Say what i want when i want fuck police
Cuz my gangsta niggas know we own the streets
With the wind beneath my wings ground under my feet
I'm the black rose nigga that grew from concrete
It's the rule get it right or get it real hot
A whole lotta shots sent flying through your block gunshot
The one i need and oh before i leave
Does anybody else feel they don't wanna breathe
Been menacing this society since conceived
And nigga you know cold hearts don't bleed
Still they pray for eternity never seein tomorrow
They just wishin the lord would take 'em away from the horror that
I'm currently bringin y'all motherfuckers gonna hafta
Murder me swingin the rule won't die
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2. _ First Degree
Da Franchise-
Uh, {chuckles}
Ey yo Chris Man, what you think these niggaz was thinking man?
Fuck y'all niggaz thinking, man? Ain't no Violators except us man
Why these niggaz trying to Violate shit without us man huh?
I told these niggaz man a piece of the pie come in the game
We want in man, Franchise want in
I love niggaz who talk drama till the gun is stuck in they face
Screaming for they mama,
left with three in the dome three in the chest and waist
Don't let this young nigga decieve you,
if you want beef then tell me where to meet you
I'll bring so much heat, one side of the earth will melt, then step off
Bitty boppin, chain rockin, notch in my belt,
my niggas rock raw and stick barrel style
Niggas mouth till they catch lock jaw,
I got plans to spend a million and more
Before I hit a million and four, before death,
pull a gun on me squeeze one in me
I'm trying to make sure, niggaz want none of me
You just don't know what these streets have done to me, what's become of me
I was raised in a world so cold it's numbened me, I'm so dirty I'm filthy
I done scared so many niggaz, It's gonna take a scared nigga to kill me
If it's murda, drugs, guns or related to thugz I'm guilty
(Chorus) x2
Ja Rule-
It's murda, we gon leave you in, nigga
Franchise gonna fill you wit lead, nigga
No more crying over spilled blood
Throw yo gunz if you a real thug
Uhh
Yo, you see y'all sometime niggaz, boy, you gon speak to the four
Cause you'se a sometime thug, sometime seeking the law
I'ma seek to you it you breathe no more, when we crash the door
It's not a game, Pesci don't laugh no more, black Tahoe
Stashing the door, fitting beautful in it
A nigga jinxed so there's a urinal in it, on the belt do the usual limit
You know, double five, heading to L.I to buckle the pies
Before I die I want you speakers to bleed my name
Cafe, weed leaky K, franchise three of the same
I let my niggaz hit this man, cause ain't nuttin but X's on my hitlist, man
And I'm a buisness man in the city, don't force the kid
I'm a gangsta once I cross the bridge and I toss yo wig
Frontin niggaz, don't fake for me
Cause for them cakes I'm running in yo bakery
It's murda
(Chorus) x2
Ey yo my niggaz stay on the job and if there's any drama involved
We grip shotguns, maddex are the one's that revolve
See me hoppin out a gray 5, dope in the trunk
And enough coke to have these blocks open for months
When I pop up, niggaz better head for the hills
Act up and you gon see how many heads'll get killed
Starter for war, dog I'm holdin plenty of gunz
Niggaz come home to find a bomb taped to they son
Bunch of violent niggaz taking your one's
Went from copping a bird now we cop em by the tons, ya heard?
I down henny till my vision is blurred
Shit I'm only trying to live it up, get high and drunk till I hurl
Type of nigga that'll bag up yo girl and twist her
I got no love for these niggaz and these bitch ass niggaz
Hatin me cause they wish they had it like me
I'm from Brooklyn and I'm glad to be (Brooklyn!)
It's murda
(Chorus) x2
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3. _ Grand Finale
DMX- *talking*
I ain't goin back to jail
Next time, the County or the State see me
it's gonna be in a bag
UHH! This is it baby!
End of the road, ha hah!
When you a dawg, you a dawg for life!
You don't hear me though, you don't hear me though
You don't hear me though, c'mon, c'mon!
Method Man-
Watch them young guns that take none, nobody safe
from the Friday the 13th, ghetto Jason
Itchy trigger finger achin, snatch yo' ass
out that S-Class for fakin, forty-fo' blast
is a bloodbath, take your first step down a thug path
Ain't no love here, just slugs here
Kids know the half you get plugged here, that's just impossible
for the weak to last now behold the unstoppable
Third eye watchin you, watchin me
Throwin rocks from the penalty box, cop a plea
Young G we was born to die, don't cry for me
Just keep the heat closely and ride for me
Cause we family for better or worse, you and I
from the dirt, you snatch purse, so hard it hurt
to be here, and each year, I'm pourin out more beer
for deceased peers, holdin fort
Police line 'Do Not Cross', they found his corpse
in the loft with the head cut off, and butt naked
Homicide the crime Method, add another
killer verse to the murder record, the Grand Finale
*movie sample*
Who wan' test me, c'mon!
Me shot cost you one (unintelligible)
Nas Escobar-
Hot corners, cops with warrants, every block is boring
Friday night, getting bent, lick a poem
My dawg, not even home a month yet, and blaze a girl
in the stomach, he robbin niggaz who pumpin
Lil' Blood got popped, by the Group Home cat
Everybody nervous in the hood, pullin they gats
Fiend yellin out, who got those? Go and see
shorty snot-nosed, he don't floss but he got dough
Thug faces, fugitives runnin from court cases
Slugs shootin past for the love of drug paper
Queens cap peelers, soldiers, drug dealers
And God'll throw a beam of lightning down cause he feel us
May the next one, strike me down if I'm not the realest
The Mayor wanna call the SWAT team to come and kill us
but, dawgs are friends, if one see the morgue, one'll live
to get revenge, and we ride to the end
Bravehearts blow the lye with Henn, and still rise
Took alive with live men, my man got three six-to-eighteen's
and only five in, the Belly of the beast
Didn't wanna hear the shit I tried to tell him on the streets
It's irrelevant, the beast love to eat black meat
And got us niggaz from the hood, hangin off his teeth
We slangin to eat, bringin the heat
Bulletholes, razor scars is the pain in the street, huh
(Chorus) x2
Ja Rule-
When you a dawg you a dawg for life (ride or die)
My dawgs feel pain from love (see eye to eye)
Give us one shot at life (let us fly)
Come on niggaz! (we dawgs for life)
Method Man- *talking*
There's mad money out here dawg
Mad money out here
What you tryin to get it? (Word up)
You gonna bust your gun to get it? (Tsh, whatever yo)
I hear you I hear you
DMX-
Uhh, I've lost my grip on reality or so it would seem
Pinch myself to wake up, cause I KNOW it's a dream
Niggaz that don't know me see me and think I'ma rob em
Niggaz that know me well see me and think I'ma problem
I'm just a nigga that's misunderstood
But word to God I turn your last name to Underwood
Cause if I see it, I'ma take it and run with it, that's me
What type of bullshit is this nigga on? That's D
The dawg come and getcha outside
The more blood flows, when I plug holes with the snub nosed
Gun blows, bullets whistle, wouldn't miss you
Hit you all up in your mouth like it tried to kiss you
Drama, it's right here, how MUCH YOU NEED?
Beat you down with gat see how MUCH YOU BLEED
How MUCH YOU PLEAD, for your life, you was a killer
And all the bitches comin up out that ass you feelin, gettin realer
Now beg for your life, one more time, one more crime
one more nine, c'mon cry nigga
It's over! This is the shit, that hits hard
You either the last one standing, or the last one to fall
(Chorus) x2
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4. _ Dirty Pop
what do i do?
What to do?
What do i do?
Shut the fuck up and give me a dirty pop
Dirty pop
Dirty pop
Fuck
What the fuck do i do?
Shut the fuck up and give me a dirty pop
Dirty pop
Dirty pop
Fuck
Shut the fuck up and give me a dirty pop
Dirty pop
Dirty pop
Fuck
Shut the fuck up and give me a dirty pop
Dirty pop
Dirty pop
Fuck
Shut the fuck up and give me a dirty pop
Dirty pop
Dirty pop
Fuck
Shut the fuck up and give me a dirty pop
Dirty pop
Dirty pop
Fuck
Shut the fuck up and give me a dirty pop
Dirty pop
Dirty pop
Fuck
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5. _ How Many Wanna
(Intro)
Yeah, yo, yo, uh
Ja Rule, huh, Murder Inc. nigga
(How many wanna die with me?)
Come on, come on
Yo. yo
(Chorus 1)
I'mma ride to the end of the road baby
This life will drive me crazy
Been gettin' high lately
On the real, where it all gon
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6. _ Thug Life
Case-
What's the matter with your life?
Ja Rule-
Everything from weed, price, from the gun to mic
I'm livin' my life runnin' through hell with no wife
It's sick, tell my lil' soldier Will
Go to bed and die, then wake up breathin' again
Cuz I'm all in even though the shit ain't right
I wake up, sweating my life every night
Tell me, is you the devil that gon' get me?
Or is God don't feel like bein' involved wit' me
Too hard to hit me, but this life I sacrifice
My chrome lies to the dark, my daughter gon' see the light
If I die young it's cuz this nigga too high strung
It's scary to love a girl with too much weed in my lungs
Still niggas screamin' Ja's the one
Jokin' like God don't even got a son
My life
(Chorus)
Case-
Thug life, everybody needs a clown
Thug life, love God sent to give
Thug life, everybody wanna be on top
Everybody livin' funky
?Every drop that's dropping?
Case-
Tell me, what's the matter with your bitch?
Ja Rule-
Baby, I don't respect shit, with diamonds and live reckless
Pushing the six, top speed, getting my dick licked
I'm childish, one of a kind, one of my own
I'm about to lick the freak hoes with levels unknown
Touch a little, later on, fuck a little
The more resist the better, I'm in it for whatever
Feel me, I don't need these to get high
Give head to make a nigga kiss the sky
No lie, when shit ain't right, turn the lights off
Put her on her stomach and fuck her 'til ya dick soft
When you on the streets, love, I met you
Kinda drunk with a light buzz, I respect you
Made me pay shit, you right
Cuz every bitch need a lil' dick in they life
I betcha
(Chorus)
Case-
Tell me, what's he puttin' in your mouth?
Ja Rule-
Nigga, ain't nuttin' goin' in need that's trail
But how told y'all 'bout how we gettin' it now
40-inch screen nigga, rocks gleam, nigga
You a customer, and I love a fiend, nigga
Cuz it's like the coke, cook up and come back
I load up the gat, tell niggas to hold hat
Help me, what I do is a trick of genius
I study the eyes of niggas who drunk semen
Learn to lean on the mean, yeah
Coverin' my ground, paying chips through the crack in the cement
It's on now cuz I got my vision together
What y'all thought? I was gon crawl blind forever?
It's now or never, curupt thoughts 'til I die
When you talk to me, motherfucker, please look in my eyes
My life
(Chorus till fade...)
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7. _ Crime Life
DJ Clue-
The Professional
Part Two
Coming real soon!
New shit! Crime life!
Memph Bleek!
Cease!
Ja!
Memphis Bleek-
Nigga, picture me hot, then picture me not
In this spot with this glock and these rocks to cops
I know every basehead from here to the wasteland
With keys, and connects me and Cease ???
Sell water from the cookpot, ain't that raw?
My razors? 20 dollars, here's a case of four
You supply that, shit I put a hole where your mind at
Push your hairline back, fucking with this sly cat
You know exactly what I'm talking about (Clue!)
You know the game and this life, what this thug about
One of the last real niggas trying to get in the game
But the verse on the first on the strip getting paid
You feel me? Niggas spending ??? for the jewelry
Then run around frontin like they money is filthy
I'm in the game to clean minds, fuck you want?
I had coke for too long, I supply that boat
(Chorus)
Ja Rule-
This life we gon' live it up
When the dough gets tough we gon' get it up
Anybody hate on us, we hit 'em up
Baby we can't be touched, niggas give it up (Repeat x2)
Crime life!
Lil' Cease-
Yo, yo!
When it's on it's on, writing's on the floor
Guts in his bed, the blood's on us all
Before he hit the floor, Bleek hit him some more
I've been in the spot, pop the buscuit, the coke out the drawer
Here niggas grimy, we take ends out your pockets
I want the kid's pictures and the cars and the wallets
He wants them big things like them ?Tits? and ?Dolly Partons?
Got mad bodies, ?Roy is hotter than Cochran?
Besides niggas albums, a lot about dropping
Fuck break dancing, our guns do the popping
We don't stop, we drop, shut it down
Rock the undergrounds, cock then gun 'em down
Now, you want war? Fuck guns, bring grenades
Fuck all you sons thats dockin that shade
Niggas be fronting, acting like they in Hollyhood
I catch a nigga slipping I'm popping two in his hood
(Chorus)
Ja Rule-
This life we gon' live it up
When the dough gets tough we gon' get it up
Anybody hate on us, we hit 'em up
Baby we can't be touched, niggas give it up (Repeat x2)
Crime life!
Ja Rule-
Ja's in, robbing the game, paws up niggas
Time's up niggas, line up niggas
For the K-I, double L, E-R, Murdera
Shit's on y'all in every way shape and form
I'm a diamond baller, I bear arms
When the god ??? ??? ???
The game is me, cause the game I eat breathe sleep
Wake up, conceal the heat and throw a blade in my cheek
Hit the streets, ?hands in the mind?, toes hands and the nine
The see-through niggas get flipped like mini-pies, ??? she lies Niggas stepped on, by the way and still getting slept on
What you think? You _Murdering, Inc._? Who put you in pink? Perform many bumps at the brink, you fucking with some hot spitters
Bear with us or bear witness, live to die, it's on nigga!
(Chorus)
Ja Rule-
This life we gon' live it up
When the dough gets tough we gon' get it up
Anybody hate on us, we hit 'em up
Baby we can't be touched, niggas give it up (Repeat x2)
Crime life!
(DJ Clue)
Fresh out!
Crazy ???!
Shawn Taylor!
Hot 97!
Damion Young!
Big shout out to fresh Jordan!
Ellie!
MTV!
Irv Gotti!
Murda, Inc!
My nigga Ja!
DJ Clue!
Desert Storm!
The Hard Knock Life!
Backstage y'all!
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8. _ Murda Murda (Freestyle)
*Over the "Holla Holla" Instrumental*
DMX-
Murda Murda, I'm the nigga y'all heard of
Keep the game tight, wit Clumanati and ???Dura???
Shit be hot, time to reach the top
The I-N-C got new York on Lock
Let's hit the Hot Spot with Foxy Brown
Let's go with Craig G, back to Uptown
Nigga fucks wit us, nigga gets beatdown
Remember the theory, dogs can't drown
My shit be bootlegged, more than any other rapper
I say fuck it, like EPMD with ???
So when the lights go out, you fuck or die
And when the cops question you, you lie or die
(Chorus) x2
Ja Rule-
Murda Murda, everytime Clue be like
Word Up, Word Up -- can't stop the Murda like
Headrush Headrush, get your shit right
and bounce wit the Murda Murda
Say What?
Jay-Z-
Step it Up
Jay-Z and INC, bout to Lay it up
Cajz(Casual) or what ]]]Hell yeah, nigga
My Mother fuckin name ]]]Jigga Jigga
With the motherfuckin ]]]Murda Murda
So get it right, don't get it fucked up
Or I just might have to blow your motherfuckin head up
Cause I go from lyrically strong to lyrically fit
And I'm ready to shit
On anybody who be wantin' to
To talk shit about it
Cause I be motherfuckin Jay-Z
and one third of the group, they call Murder I-N-C
(Chorus) x2
MurdaChild-
MurdaChild
Type of nigga, that'll turn buckwild
Throw pain to dat ass, for fuckin up the rotation
(What?) Puff Puff Pass
My rhymes and lyrics be strictly the illest
and cause them niggaz feelin' this
They might make a album, featuring me
a freestyle or somethin with the I-N-C
I'll come through like M.I.B., erase ya memory
Cause DMX said they ain't ready for a nigga like me
Don't forget y'all, when it comes to stackin chips
to drivin whips, there ain't no competition
This shit here is my motherfuckin mission
And yes, I choose to accept it
Me and Clumanati are about to wreck it
So yo Ja Rule
(Word)
Set It!
(Chorus) x2
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9. _ Pain Is Love Skit
(thuder claps and rain pours)
(sirens in the background)
(emergency radio talking)
(talking)
Here we go again baby
Erase the pain
Gotta break free from all this motherfuckin anxiety...strains on my life...
Open my eyes and see
It's a big world out there
If god can only shine his light on me
I'm cryin everyone's tears...my pain...my love...
I'm cryin everyone's tears...my pain...is my love...
(church bell gongs several times)
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10. _ Holla Holla (Remix)
Ja Rule-
The world's most dangerous DJ
Cluemanati!!!
Get ready Queens it's dat real shit
Holla
Jay-Z-
Yeah yeah
Hovah Hovah
We takin ova so just Told ya It's murda
I'm here for that paper playa, fuck one time
I'm here ta break ya playa one nine
Make ya scream and holla partner
When I blaaka partner
When I squeeze niggaz breathe like (breathes)
We da realest niggaz we killaz niggaz
We murdaraz
Vita-
Vita Vita to all of my bitchez dats ready to flip dollaz dollaz
Lemme hear you holla holla
Gunshots pop up like it's murda
Ja's a murdera
I'm a murderous bitch
Semi semi automatic in my Fendi Fendi
Bag for any any hoez feelin envy envy
If you chose to but I got some killaz dat'll bury and use you
It's murda
Black Child-
Nigga this is for the dough dough, hurtin hurtin
Y'all niggaz is curteous curteous
When the pound kick, round spit hit the ground quick
Playa Playa I hate Hate who'se flow flow is so so
Midget niggaz who flow slow
Fire fire when I spit, full clip
Niggaz wet em wet em whoever holdin the coke
We'll dead em dead em
All my thug niggaz and thug bitches
this all it takes for paper if you feelin me
Holla Holla
(Chorus) x2
All my niggaz thats ready to get dollaz dollaz
Bitches know who get em a lil hotta hotta
Come on if you rollin wit me folla folla
Its murda
Memphis Bleek-
Niggaz neva neva
Seen a killa like Bleek
You could get it get it in a second on these streets
Now it's Memphis Memphis and my gun bust tremendous
You aint you aint on my dick shorty but yo friend is
It's murda murda for life
Me and Ja nigga hold that hold that hold that
Niggaz ain't ready to die but we did it did it
Make em feel it feel it all 16 comin from my .45 digits
Tah Murda-
If you holla Black cal is all about a dolla
Dollaz Dollaz Nigga I'm from Homocide Hollis
Hate Hoe'z dat love to swallow swallow
We original robbers robbers wit revolvers
Sippin henny and renny and remy wit any
Wit Tah spittin the semi spittin the semi
In any anybody could spit it spit it but can he live it live it
It's murda muthafucka don't forget it!
(Chorus) x2
Busta Rhymes-
Yeah yeah
Yeah ah yo yo Murda Murda
Now what you bout to do?
Lay you out on a stretcher
I betcha that when I get ya
I'll make y'all niggaz leak from my lyrical lecture
And treasure the moment of pleasure but when I wet ya (what)
Split ya cardiovescular up from the bullets we sent ya
Listen we dishin our flava we cookin da kitchen (what)
Like we cookin and breakin our la-ast pot we got to piss in
I'm bout to cop an ounce of ? (how many wanna chip in)
And get a bunch of wild murderin niggaz time is all we ??
Ja Rule-
Neva eva before fore
Whatever reason you think you law
Lord tell em I'ma nigga that clip it cock it and dead em
I'ma behead em for no flow
Wet em if they dry slow
Funny style niggaz I'll lift like lo loz
Then pimp yo broke hoez (whoa)
I'ma I'ma pop pop and leave leave niggaz gagged and shot
Why why the fuck not I'm a murderer murderin any
and everything thats in my way
Holla Holla
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11. _ Murda 4 Life (Remix)
Ja Rule-
It's murda, it's murda, uh
It's murda, yeah, yeah, uh
It's murda, yeah
It's murda, ya heard, nigga?
It's murda, yo, it's murda
It's murda
(Chorus) x2
Ja Rule-
Niggas live wit it, money drugs and murda for life
Bitches deal with it, only lovin' them hoes for the night
If your feeling it, get high, it's alright
But you can't get it, until the day of my demise
Tah Murda-
Playa, playa, it's murda, murda for life
With silencers, hurtin' 'em right
Leavin' them numb, like Persian white, darken the light
Bitch niggas- I don't scheme on them, I just lean on them
Cock-eyed Benz, butter leathers with four screens on them
Ever since, got these siamese mami's knowing me 'nani
The same birds who have nerve to fly by me
I'ma ball, like get it off for sure
Brawl til I can't raw no more, kickin' your dog for raw
When it's all set and done, my duns get it on and bubble
]From the night to morn', from Dusk Til Dawn
And if I wasn't with Inc, with Murda
Would you broads drive with me?
Draw guns, side-to-side with me?
Mine's real, and I ain't comfertable til I see a mil'
Or a mansion in Beverly Hills
We heavily steal, so get up, we bag coke then split it up
Post niggas up on the wall, like, "What?! Get up!"
And target practice like niggas a sittin' ducks
If you sittin' trunk, then prepare, prepare to get stuck
What!
(Chorus) x2
Ja Rule-
Fuck the world cause it ain't quite ready me
I'm living 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 buy some nigga
Fucking around with Ja and Bleek and get hit up
Tearing your whole clique then we clip up
Nigga that's what, them murderers, nigga, that's us
What the fuck, is you ready to die right now, nigga?
Know you feelin' my style, nigga
Run wit nothing but wild Brooknam and Queens Isle niggas
Hit 'em, any nigga that breath, Rule riddle 'em wit hot one
Ain't no nigga like me, who you riding wit?
Rolling nuttin' but hot shit
Yo bitch, my bitch
Only difference is bitches on my dick blow dick
How I cock spread hit, ho's love that shit, you celibate
I'll turn you into the freakiest bitch
Have you topless dance 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 nothing but that murderous, live wit it
It's murda
(Chorus) x2
Black Child-
Uh huh
What the God
Black Child
Yeah, uh, what, bring it to 'em
Uh huh
What the God?
Yeah
Yeah, we here now, don't get scared now
It's the murderers about to tear shit down
Touch the town, bless the world, undress your girl
Fuck your moms, we make bellow on bronze
Cuz when I pell these arms, just spit these guns
We gon' split yo' ones, and you know the outcome
Inc. coming, get some, nigga squeeze the pump
Nigga breathes when we dump, what the fuck y'all want?!
Nigga
Ja Rule-
None of me cuz I hit them with too much style
And my energy got the nigga creatin' little me
I'ma lock game, squeeze
Know that it's my time, if I leave here, breathe
Niggas hatin' on mines, I'ma nightmare
Niggas better prepare to die
And deal with Ja, holla, and murda for life!
(Chorus) x2
It's murda, it's murda
It's murda, it's murda
It's murda, it's murda
It's murda, it's murda
It's murda, it's murda
It's murda, uh, uh
We out
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