Ja Rule - Die

[Tah Murdah]

Yea

We about money and murda

The fuck y'all want to do

Either pass that paper

Or we gonna have to kill you

It's like that nigga

Don't question why

Cuz when it's murda motherfucker

Everybody gotta die


Die motherfucker die

Die motherfucker die

Die motherfucker die

Die motherfucker die


[Tah Murdah]

Money ain¡¦t never been nothing

I hit the block if this shit get ugly

And it ain¡¦t never been in my heart to let niggas thug me

Hit the dealer and cop a drop if the eyes is buggy

And pull up in front of the spot cause the mommies love me

(It¡¦s gangsta) yeah and ain¡¦t no nigga gone match me

Stocky, chubby nigga voice real raspy

I see you real flashy "but that ain¡¦t gone last nigga"

Pop fire off shots "and that¡¦s your ass nigga"

It¡¦s war now that¡¦s why I keep the four with long nozzle

Six-hundred bad bitch on it holding down the throttle

And fuck that beef shit cause some beef won¡¦t die

And some niggas will say they gangsta but they won¡¦t ride

And while it¡¦s hard for you to decide I¡¦ll let it fly

Forty shots hit your ride up hit the tropics and hide up

Under palm tree¡¦s to white sand

Everything is a price man

You snipe when bullets are piping hot

When it¡¦s your flesh it begin warming you

Now die motherfucker die

Cuz I¡¦m tired of warning you


[Black Child]

Yeah we hear now, die motherfucker

Don¡¦t be scared now, die motherfucker

Black Child I¡¦m off parole it¡¦s murda now

In a hood near you about to burn it down

Word to God it feels like I¡¦m from every hood


Cuz when you ghetto your ghetto with gats you good

Sell cracks if you could bust your gat when you should

It¡¦s for my blacks from the bricks back to Inglewood

We eat together nigga fuck the crossroads

In this world my flow is another lost soul

My shit sounds like shots from a four pound

For these bitch clowns it¡¦s war now

It¡¦s all about paper that¡¦s my issue

Fuck peace you can have a piece of the pistol


[Chorus x2: Ja Rule]

Everybody gonna die but nobody want dead

Die motherfucker die, it¡¦s your life

Everybody wanna live, but they wanna live scared

Die motherfucker Die, that¡¦s your life


[Ja Rule]

Niggas know the truth

Rule raises the roof

Cuz I pop more shots than Abdul-Rauf

And when the concludes I bring closure to the situ

Come thru squeeze eight out the stolen black pinto

Niggas know my mental kill or be killed head for the hills

But don¡¦t never slide down it if you to high ground it

(puff, puff) uhhh! Is how it sounded two shots thru and silent

And one nigga stripped of his talents

New fucking Yiddy City the sex and violence

Where first time offenders get floated to the island

And one time give a nigga one time

Breathe wrong and a nigga have a blown mind

I blow lines like an addict

Bust guns erratic shine blind like carats

Rules above average me and this music make a marriage

So I thee wed till I¡¦m either jailed or dead motherfuckers

Feel me niggas


[Black Child]

Word to God

Feel us nigga

We here, again

It's Murda


[Chorus x2]



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