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murderers - we murderers baby lyrics

– originally on the “next friday” soundtrack

(ja rule and vita)
yo (we murderers, baby)
da murderers (i here for you, baby)
i.n.c. (i’ll ryde for you, baby)
vita, ja rule

[chorus]

(ja rule and vita)
i be running and gunning them down (we murderers, baby)
leave me or love me now (i’m here for you baby)
anywhere, anyhow (i’ll ryde for you baby)
you and i together, and we blast forever
{2x

(ja rule)
ja’s the dream and n-gg-‘s wake up and sweats its about
horse head in your bed, n-gg-
gun your mouth
potty it out
wrong n-gg-,
spit one more thang and have your hood pouring out liqour
cause my n-gg-s run through lesbians
n-gg-s, that act like brawds
feel the strip and thus be gone
hold up, n-gg- that done spread up
you might wanna keep in touch with the murderers
cause we, the murderers i.n.c.
is above yall n-gg-s, it’s the lord in me
and we can never be at a love’s lost
but you, showed me love ain’t boss
feel the force,
this young horse,
known as rule
gave more paper to jigga for my ewls
and lord knows ain’t no p-ssy going to stop my flow
i don’t love you hoes, i’m out the door

{chorus

(~vita~)

you that motherf-cking b-tch, vita n-gg-
you want me to ryde you n-gg-
clap up and hide you n-gg-
been beside my n-gg-s for this long
i’m keeping my head right and tight and doe long
i can go on, about sh-t i’ve been through
transponed, keys are in too
sh-t i got issues
if i pop a b-tch
then she probably a snitch
l-a-v-i-t-a-a-a-k-a tadayvallet sh-t
when my n-gg-s from my b-tches
sold drugs from n-gg-s to the murderes
i’m the b-tch, sometimes i even spit on chicks
cause in the clubs, i say criss, and i p-ss the sh-t, baby
i know your brawds been feeling me, lately, now livin and lay
cause i touch them with gun blades, dark is us
any light, shine, we bust,
vita, gotti and rule, we make up the murderers

{chorus

(~vita~)
the reasons why i pop between the lie
be the same reasons i clap off the nines
roll up on bronx, like, who da hot b-tch
and stock, with some sweats, humpin out on sixth

(ja rule)
that’s it, go head baby, floss out b-tches,
but me, i’m continue to clap n-gg-s,
strike and heavy hitters that, play the field, reveal,
pull that weapon and re-keep the seal
(vita and ja rule)
it’s murder to the end (it’s murder for life)
only jesus christ made us a strong sacrifice
these n-gg-s i die for, lies to the fed form,
set out these b-tch n-gg-s, i pick them in bad form
(ja rule)
baby, i’m long gone, but i’m loyal
for the love that you show your b-tches
and spread to your thugs
and they tongues get slugged
when the f-cking wit us
you crazy, that’s why (we murderers baby!)

{chorus

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