Ja Rule, DMX, JAY-Z - It's Murda lyrics

Niggas pushin' rhymes like weight right now
(Pushin' rhymes like weight?)
Know what I'm sayin'? (yeah)
You gotta push rhymes like weight
(You got to, you got to)
It's still a hustle, it's still a hustle
My nigga (Duct tape, rope and shit)
As long as you're Black, your life
Is gon' be a hustle, nigga
(For real, for real)
You know what I mean? (Duct tape, rope) Huh?
I wouldn't even wanna be white, nigga
I'm glad I'm Black
I like it hard, you know what I'm sayin'
Gotti? (Ha ha haha)
I do it for the struggle, my nigga

Grr, uh huh
Y'all motherfuckers is ready or what?
Is y'all motherfuckers ready or what?
I don't think you are i don't think so



They got my back against the building
I'm the villain that's
Creeping around corners
Like, shorty, if you see
Them niggas creeping around, warn us
We might be coming through, gunning through
Running through so be careful what you do or
The slugs might come to you
As long as I can remember
The streets have kept me safe
And ever since that time in December
The heat's been in my waist
I need the extra set of eyes so
I keep my dog with me
Doctor says, "Let 'em die, " shit
His fucking dog bit me
I don't know what's wrong with me
But it seems like since you heard of us
Y'all niggas turned into murderers
Since you couldn't fuck with a third of us
But still against me and wanna
See me in the box
Grillin' me all crazy when you
See me and The LOX leave you red like Foxx
Ain't nothing funny about that
ICU up in a coma
You ain't coming up out that
You hold on for too long and they
Ain't pulling the plug for you
I'll run up in the joint myself
And drop another slug on you
It's murda, it's murda (Motherfucker)

I dip, squat, then post up with the toast up
I bring beef to a closure, know something?
From Coxsackie to Folsom, I'm loathsome
I scream out, "Fuck the world
" then I throw something
Niggas scheming hard, but fuck it
It's the God i leave bullets lodged
Leave you leaning on your broad
The R pump leave you fucked up in your car
Slumped, Kennedy-style with your memory out
What the fuck y'all want?
Daddy-o with the Calico let the gatty blow
Leave you bleeding on your patio
I leave rivals on they back
Looking up at the sky blue
Not only do I leave you I hide you
I before you, X and Ja Rule
Death before dishonor, now and prior to
Boss man, fire you, expire you
Me die before you? You liar, you
Niggas is dead off the hit's I approve
Shit, I got the feds wearin' riot suit's
Y'all niggas don't listen
Whether streets or in prison
When we find 'em, we twist 'em
Niggas waking up missing
Y'all don't understand we want y'all
All to hate it
(It's murda) Murder Incorporated
(It's murda) In crime we all related
(It's murda) You niggas see if
Y'all can fade it

I'm a murderer murdering anything
That moves, seeing eye, nigga
It's like do or die, nigga
Get caught up and fall victim
To the worst shit
X, Jigga, and Ja as expected
Shine on the world and reflect it
Niggas don't respect it
So get it the worst way
Fuckin' with the wolves you
Get hunted like prey
Shot up in broad day, now everybody marchin'
I'm feeling like, "Stupid
Didn't the Inc warn you the first time?"
(We murda) Whenever you see blood
(It's murda) Layin' it down for the love
That's us, we the life
Put the knife through your windpipe
'Cause most of your niggas ain't cut right
You thinking it's alright, nigga
But it ain't i'm paralyzing clowns up and
Down from the waist
Give a nigga some space or I'm
Taking it while making you bleed
And if I gotta take
The nigga taking more than he need
It's nothing but love between me, you
And these slugs
Hit him up, wrap his body up in a area rug
Who holding the heat? Who leaving
Niggas cold in the streets?
Y'all know me, ya co-D, Ja Rule the OG
Niggas better watch me closely, get a grip
It's Hennessy that fuels all
That murdering shit
When I look in the mirror
My reflection is killer
Jigga, X, Ja, nigga, it's murda