Artist: Memphis Bleek f/ Ja Rule Album: Coming of Age Song: Murda 4 Life * Typed by: Keyore15@aol.com, Ja2Rule@aol.com * also "Murda 4 Life" on Ja Rule's "Venni Vetti Vicci" [Memphis Bleek] Yeah, what y'all niggas want? Street shit, Memph Bleek shit, Ja Rule [Ja Rule] Ya heard nigga [Chorus 1: Ja Rule - repeat 2X] Niggaz live with it money, drugs and murda for life Bitches deal with it, only lovin' them hoes for the night If you feelin' it, get high it's all right But you can't get it 'til the day of my demise [Memphis Bleek] Yo, you can holla at the dog Haters want to see me fall Bitches want to see me ball Killers they don't want to see me at all If I wasn't rolling with the roc Would you niggaz pass roc, Yeah birds, or flash glocks I walk around with two mac's, razors, and ice picks Just cause' you niggaz want to see me hurtin' like them It's all about the benjamins, money, cash, hoes livin' through this shit I'm in, nigga stack dough Street scholar, eight-figga nigga, white collar gat Ain't the M-E-M-P-H man, bitch holla back I'm a creature smokin' on hate since it was reefer Drug ass flow, like I've been cuffed with Eta Mark ass nigga don't want parts of this nigga Spark with this nigga, blaze bark with this nigga Me and Ja Rule fuckin' you hoes is what these guys do Ain't the type to buy you, mommy how are you? Slide cock inside you supply you, with ten bitches times two I'm a motherfucking animal [Chorus 2: Ja Rule - repeat 2X] Niggaz live with money, drugs, and murda for life Bitches deal with it, only lovin' them hoes for the night If your feelin' get high it's all right Niggaz can't get it 'til the day of my demise [Ja Rule] Fuck, the world cause it ain't quite ready for me I'm livin' my life niggas take a look at these eyes witness What it's like to be real niggaz Guns, drugs, hot slugs, coke rugs Want some, get some, bad enough, pop some, nigga Fuck around with Ja and may get hit up Tearing your whole clique up, then we clip up Nigga that's what the murder, Nigga that's us What the fuck? Is you ready to die right now Nigga? Make you feel my style nigga Growin' up with wild Brooklon and Queens L niggas Hit em, any nigga that breathe room reel em wit' hot ones Ain't no nigga like me, who you ridin' with? Rollin' nothing but hot shit, yo' bitch my bitch Only difference is bitches on my dick, blow dick How Icock spread it, hoes love that shit You sel-a-bid I turn you in to the freakyist bitch Have you topless, dancing in bars naked for dollars Y'all bitches know how my style is, always in some foul shit RULE bitch let the world know when I spit Nothing but the murderous, live with it [Chorus 2] [Memphis Bleek] Yo, Yo, Yo Holla what you think of that? Bitch where we freakin' at? Bum chicken I don't speak to that Fly mama i'll creep with that Live with it, lick and hit it, don't stop, get it get it Don't trick it, bitch would you FUCK with it? Brooklon and Queens(it's murda)yo it means mo' killas (it's murda)mo' guns, mo'drugs, mo' real ass niggaz Holla, don't give a fuck dolla's Niggaz what you want get it crump blazed stump What the fuck y'all want nigga? [Ja Rule] None of me cause' i hit em' with too much style In my energy, got niggaz creating little me's I'm a lot game squeeze Knowing it's my time if I leave and breathe Niggaz hatin' on mines I'm a nightmare Niggaz better prepare to die and deal with Ja hollering murda for life [Chorus 2] [Ja Rule] Uh, uh, yeah nigga Ja Rule Memph Bleek Holla Back Roc-A-Fella It's murda, it's murda Uh, uh We out