Memphis Bleek - Murda 4 Life Lyrics
(memphis bleek talking)Yeah, what yall niggas want?Street shit,memph bleek shit,ja rule(ja rule)Ya heard nigga1-chrous(ja rule)2xsNiggas live with it money,drugs and murda for life*****es deal with it,only lovin them hoes for the nightIf you feelin it,get high its all right.but you cant get itTill the day, ride em high(memphis bleek)Yo, you can holla at the dogHaters want to see me fall*****es want to see me ballKillers they dont want to see me at allIf I wasnt rolling with the rocWould you niggas pass roc,Yeah birds, or flash glocksI walk around with two macs,razors,and ice picksJust cause you niggas want to see me hurtin like themIts all about the benjamins,money,cash,hoesLivin through this shit Im in,nigga stack doughStreet scholar, eight-figga nigga, white collar gatAint the m-e-m-p-h man,***** holla backIm a creature smokin on hate since it was reeferDrug ass flow, like Ive been cuffed with etaMark ass nigga dont want parts of this niggaSpark with this nigga, blaze bark with this niggaMe and ja rule *****in you hoes is what these guys doAint the type to buy you,mommy how are you?Slide ***** inside you supply you, with ten *****es times twoIm a mother*****ing animal2-(same chrous with different wording)2xsNiggas live with money,drugs,and murda for life*****es deal with it,only lovin them hoes for the nightIf your feelin get high its all rightNiggas cant get it to the day ride em high(ja rule)*****, the world cause it aint quite ready for meIm livin my life niggas take a look at these eyes witness what its like toBe real niggasGuns,drugs,hot slugs,coke rugsWant some, get some, bad enough, pop some, nigga***** around with ja and may get hit upTearing your whole clique up, then we clip upNigga thats what the murder, nigga thats usWhat the *****? is you ready to die right now nigga?Make you feel my style niggaGrowin up with wild brooklon and queens l niggasHit em, any nigga that breathe room reel em wit hot ones aint no nigga likeMe, who you ridin with?Rollin nothing but hot shit,yo ***** my *****Only difference is *****es on my dick, blow dickHow i***** spread it, hoes love that shitYou sel-a-bid I turn you in to the freakyist *****Have you topless ,dancing in bars ***** for dollarsYall *****es know how my style is, always in some foul shitRule ***** let the world know when I spitNothing but the murderous ,live with it(repeat #2 chrous)2xs(memphis bleek)Yo,yo,yo holla what you think of that?***** where we freakin at?Bum chicken I dont speak to thatFly mama Ill creep with thatLive with it,lick and hit it, dont stop, get it get itDont trick it, ***** would you ***** with it?Brooklon and queens(its murda)yo it means mo killas(its murda)mo guns, modrugs,mo real ass niggasHolla, dont give a ***** dollasNiggas what you want get it crump blazed stumpWhat the ***** yall want nigga?(ja rule)None of me cause I hit em with too much styleIn my energy, got niggas creating little mesIm a lot game squeezeKnowing its my time if I leave and breatheNiggas hatin on mines Im a nightmareNiggas better prepare to die and deal withJa hollering murda for life(chorus#2)2x(ja rule)Uh,uh,yeah niggaJa ruleMemph bleekHolla backRoc-a-fellaIts murda,its murdaUh,uhWe out
