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Ja Rule
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| It S Murda
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DMX:
URRRRRRR
Uh huh
Yall motherfuckers ready or what?
Is yall motherfuckers ready or what?
I dont think you are
I dont think so!
They got my back against the building
Im the villian thats creeping around corners
Like shorty you see them niggas 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 remeber, the streets have kept me safe
And ever since that time in December, the heats been in my waist
I need an extra set of eyes so I keep my dogs with me
Doctor says let them die said his fucking dog bit me
I dont know whats wrong with me
But it seems like since you heard of us
Yall niggas turning into murderers
Couldnt fuck 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 L.O.X.
Leave you Red like Foxx
Aint nothing funny about that
I see you in a coma, aint coming up out that
You hold on for too long and they aint pulling the plug for you
Ill run up in the joint myself and bust another slug on you
Its murda
Its murda motherfuckers
Jay-Z:
I take a squat then post up with the toast up
I bring beef to a closure
Know somethin?
>From cats stackin four-somes
Im loathesome
I scream out fuck the world then I throw something
Niggas scheming hard but fuck it, its the god
I leave bullets lodged leave you leaning on your broad
And our punks leave you gagged up in your car
Slumping Kennedy-style with your memory out
What the fuck yall 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 spy on you
Conspire you
Me die before you?
You liar, you
Niggas is dead off the hits I approve
Fuck it, I got the feds wearin wired suits
Yall niggas dont listen
Whether in streets or in prison
When we find them we twist them
They fucking up missing
Yall dont understand we want yall all to hate it
Its murda
Murder incorporated
Its murda
In crime we all related
Its murda
See if yall can take it
Ja-Rule:
Ima murderer and murdering anything that moves
Through ya nine niggas
Straight do or die niggas
Caught up and fall victim to the worst shit
X, Jigga, and Ja as expected
Shot on the world and reflect it
Niggas dont respect it
So get it the worst way
Fuck with the wolves you get hunted like prey
Shot up in broad day
Now everybody want you
Im feeling like: stupid didnt the inc. warn you the first time
Its murda
Whenever you see blood
Its murda
Lay you down for the love
Thats us
Leave the lights on
Knife through your windpipe
Cause most of your niggas aint cut right
You thinking its alright
But it aint
Im paralyzing clowns up and down from the waist
Giving niggas facelifts and taking it
While making you bleed
And if I got a taste of the shit Im taking more than you need
Its 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 niggas cold in the street?
Yall know me, ya Co-D, Ja-Rule the O.G.
Niggas better watch me closely
Get a grip, its hennessy that fuels all that murderin shit
When I look in the mirror my reflection is killer
Jigga, X, Ja niggas
Its murda
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