ja rule – it’s murda (street version) lyrics
y’all motherf-ckers ready or what?
is y’all motherf-ckers ready or what?
i don’t think you are, i don’t think so
they got my back against the building
i’m the villain that’s creeping around corners
like shorty, if you see them n-gg-s creeping around, warn us
we might be coming through, gunning through, running through
so be careful what you do or the slugs might come to you
as long as i can remember, the streets have kept me safe
and ever since that time in december, the heat’s been in my waist
i need the extra set of eyes so i keep my dogs with me
doctor says let them die said his f-cking dog bit me
i don’t know whats wrong with me
but it seems like since you heard of us y’all n-gg-s turning into murderers
couldn’t f-ck with a third of us, still against me
and wanting to see me in the box
grilling me all crazy when you see me and the lox
leave you red like foxx, ain’t nothing funny about that
i see you up in a coma, ain’t coming up out that
you hold on for too long and they ain’t pulling the plug for you
i’ll run up in the joint myself and bust another slug on you
it’s murda
it’s murda motherf-cker
i take a squat then post up with the toast up
i bring beef to a closure, know some?
from cats stackin’ four some, i’m loathsome
i scream out, “f-ck the world” then i throw somethin’
n-gg-s scheming hard but f-ck it, it’s the god
i leave bullets lodged leave you leaning on your broad
and our punks leave you f-cked up in your car
slumped kennedy style with your memory out
what the f-ck y’all want? daddio with the calico
let the gaty blow leave you bleeding on your patio
i leave rivals on their backs looking up at the sky blue
not only do i leave you, i hide you, i before you, x and ja rule
death before dishonor now and prior to
boss man, fire you, conspire you, me die before you
you liar, you n-gg-s is dead off the hits i approve
sh-t, that got the feds wearin’ wired suits
y’all n-gg-s don’t listen, whether in streets or in prison
when we find them we twist them, n-gg-z wakin’ up missing
y’all don’t understand we want y’all all to hate it
it’s murda, murder incorporated
it’s murda, in crime we all related
it’s murda, n-gg-z see if y’all can take it
i’ma murderer an’ murdering anything that moves
through ya nine n-gg-s, it’s like do or die n-gg-
caught up and fall victim to the worst sh-t
x, jigga, and ja as expected, shot on the world and reflect it
n-gg-s don’t respect it, so get it the worst way
f-cking with the wolves, you get hunted like prey
shot up in broad day, now everybody want you
i’m feeling like stupid, didn’t the inc. warn you the first time
it’s murda whenever you see blood
it’s murda lay you down for the love
that’s us leave the lights on, knife through your windpipe
’cause most of your n-gg-s ain’t cut right
you thinking it’s alright, n-gg- but it ain’t
i’m paralyzing clowns up and down from the waist
giving n-gg-s face lifts and taking it while making you bleed
and if i gotta take, then n-gg- take more than you need
it’s nothing but love between me, you and these slugs
hit him up wrap, his body up in a area rug
who holding the heat? who leaving n-gg-s cold in the street?
y’all know me, ya co-d, ja rule, the o.g.
n-gg-s better watch me closely
get a grip, it’s hennessey that fuels all that murderin’ sh-t
when i look in the mirror my reflection is killer
jigga, x, ja n-gg-s, it’s murda
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