Everything yeah, yeah
What the fuck nigga
Ayyo dim the lights on my shit son
Yeah you heard, fuck that
For my nigga Flex
[Chorus]
It`s like that y`all (that y`all)
That y`all (that y`all)
That y`all (that y`all)
That y`all (that y`all)
It`s like that y`all (that y`all)
That y`all (that y`all)
That y`all, It`s murda
[Black Child]
Respect a thug, or accept a slug
Or accept the death of somebody you love
That`s the rules we live by, ways I kiss by
We all Murderers in the eyes of all ours
So when I pull a bubble up and back in your car
When I spit 16`s you gona wish they was sparks
Can you hold something, you can hold heat you can keep
Slugs in your sleep while I`m plugging your freak
I`m the thug of the week, the killer of the millenium
Spitting like mack 10 and a 9 ??
Blasting off like Flex on New Years
Who cares how many slugs y`all spit in the air
Niggaz over here got glock 19`s, P89`s, hollow points, and M16`s
357`s and mack11`s
We clap you come to the funeral...
[Tah Murdah]
Motherfucker if your holding them ?? nigga
Then I`d advise nigga, we rip the high niggas
Don`t matter the size niggaz
Ever since I popped up, alot of niggaz done got stuck
While I`m laying the cut, meant that`s rocked up
Believe it`s murda
Niggaz get popped up, burryed and chopped up
We don`t give a fuck if the cops get touched
A ?? and a baby blue drop
With a stash box holding a 5th and two glocks
And every 16 I spit I ??
And won`t stop firing, firing until I got, a 4 full of money
And playboy you bunny
Yo you get us a clip of hollow tip slugs from me
Bitch nigga, acting out the life of a thug money
I hustle and, grind those block for drug money
And make sure, kept counting every stack
We drop bombs like Flex and Big Kap
[CHORUS]
Fuck that
It`s like that y`all (that y`all)
That y`all (that y`all)
That y`all (that y`all)
That y`all (that y`all)
It`s like that y`all (that y`all)
That y`all (that y`all)
That y`all, It`s murda
[Ronni Bumps]
Oh why must children die,
I guess the lil` nigga want the peice of the pie, let `em die
Oh why must thug niggaz snitch
I guess the lil` nigga thought he`d get a lil` rich, lil` bitch
That`s why we don`t talk quick
Cause niggaz who talk quick get killed for the bricks
This is it, that`s why we walk with our guns
Cause those without guns get killed by guns
[Ronni Bumps]
?? the one that will kill you son
It`s the same where ever we from, it`s the slums
We spit guns, lay you down for the 1
I love when niggaz talk slick with they tounge
You ain`t buying no one, you talking shit
I`m from the place get killed for shit
So fuck where you from, better start from day 1
It`s amazing...
[Vita]
Murda mommy in every song
You was warned, should of listened when I told ya
It`s comming to a closeure
And almost over now
Go to war like a solider now
And you rat broads running my style, I`m shutting you down
From NY to LA,Vi-ta from Jersey
More of a bitch then a lady
Chase chips, slick bitch
With flows that`s sick, and it only gets worse...
[CHORUS]
Fuck that
It`s like that y`all (that y`all)
That y`all (that y`all)
That y`all (that y`all)
That y`all (that y`all)
It`s like that y`all (that y`all)
That y`all (that y`all)
That y`all, It`s murda
[Ja Rule]
Murda, is the way of the walk
And since I walk a thin line, I`m looking at niggaz with dead eyes
And I`m baptized, my body has sined
A lil` weed, a few hoes, and a whole lot of head
Got me hollering, I DON`T GIVE A FUCK
About nothing at all, front
I`m blasting off, killing you with probabal cause
Cause you probabal of thinking that you hotter then I
It will never be untill I die, and tourch the sky
Hells angel, fly
I feel like I`m at war fighting for my inner self fighting for my life
This world made me a, Murderer
May the lord take you, before I murder ya
Bodies turning up, and who you think got `em all touched
Muderers, is on your block catching the rush
Like niggaz can fuck wit us, they all gonna fall
Rule nigga, It`s like that y`all
