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Memphis Bleek: Murda 4 Life Lyrics

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Artist: Memphis Bleek
Song title: Murda 4 Life
Lyrics:




[Memphis Bleek talking]

Yeah, what y'all niggas want?

Street shit,Memph Bleek shit,Ja Rule

[Ja Rule]

ya heard nigga



[1]-[Chorus (Ja Rule) 2x's]

Nigga's 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

till the day, ride em' high



[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 nigga's pass roc,

Yeah birds, or flash glocks

I walk around with two mac's,razors,and ice picks

Just cause' you nigga's 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



[2]-[Same chorus with different wording - 2x's]

Nigga's 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

Nigga's can't get it to the day ride em' high



[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 nigga's

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



[Repeat 2 chorus - 2x's]



[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 nigga's

Holla, don't give a fuck dolla's

Nigga's 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 nigga's creating little me's

I'm a lot game squeeze

Knowing it's my time if I leave and breathe

Nigga's hatin' on mines i'm a nightmare

Nigga's better prepare to die and deal with

Ja hollering murda for life



[Chorus2 - 2x]



[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

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