JAY-Z, DMX, Ja Rule - Murdergram lyrics

[JAY-Z, DMX, Ja Rule - Murdergram lyrics]

Niggas is dead! Dead, I tell you!
Can't be serious
What you think's gon' happen with
Three of the illest niggas
Together in street music, and so
Forth, on one track, huh?
Can't be serious it's Murda, nigga
Huh? It's Murda!

Motherfuckers wanna kill me
But don't got the heart
To look me in the eyes
With the nine and spark
'Cause whether you're for or against this
When I spit with murderous
Intentions, everybody goes, everybody knows
The weapons I possess? They not for show
And you put dresses on your weapons
When you walk out the door
See, once I flash
Motherfuckers better do the one-shot dash


Or be one shot ass j to the A-Y to the
Drive by to your hood
Screaming " bye bye" to you
Why would you fuck with me knowing I put you
Six feet deep and them niggas
Could die with you?
Cock the hot pistol, then pop the hot pistol
And I promise you only one thing:
I will not miss you
Jay-Hova, know the God that served ya
'Cause dead or alive, when I arrive
It's Murda!

Shit, I hope y'all niggas know to lay low now
'Cause thou shall perish if
You don't bow down 'Cause I hit 'em on sight
It's dark dim the lights
You shot twice, God bless, to this, the night
That a lot of niggas fear
The coming of their life and you dead right
Be in hell looking for ice fucking with Ja
Y'all bitch niggas talking shit
All on my dick
Y'all broke niggas making me rich
You gon' blaze me 'cause you high
Ripped off the Henny rock
Flow semi-hot handling me, you're not
Check my forte not even on a
Bad day you beat this
Rather beat your dick or your bitch
My flow be the sick shit, gravely ill
Niggas dying
'Cause they know I spit like iron
Nothing but sparks flying, holes in mics
Hell and night
Go together like heaven and light
Niggas ain't seeing my plight, It's alright
I let the world know I shine like ice
I bet it all I can throw
A hard four in the dice
'Cause I'm a gambling man
You should gamble with a gat in your hand
Spin in barrel and put it to your head
'Cause we don't dance no more all's
We do is cock and spit
Dedicated to giving y'all nothing
But thug shit think we playing? You'll
Undoubtedly fall further
Fucking with IN-C, it's Murda! (Ugh, ugh)

I'm a cruddy nigga
Going up raw dog in dirty bitches
And if I get burned
I'm giving that shit to thirty bitches
You say you know a nigga like me guess again
Papi i might smile up in your face
But I ain't your friend, papi
Jump out the fifteen hundred, like, "Run it!"
Niggas don't want it get it, done it
When I'm blunted
However it went down, I made it happen
Made it scraping
I made it fussing, busting, I made it capping
And letting off wasn't nothing new to a nigga
Something to do to a nigga
'cause you's a fool, nigga
I know your type you hype
All up off that fake shit
You can't understand why a man
Would have to take shit
Or steal shit, but this is that
Real shit, niggas kill shit, peel shit
I hit you in your head you won't feel shit!
RRRR! Let the dog loose on a niggas ass
Find out if the niggas faster
Than the trigger blast
A fucking snake in the truest form
Knowing damn well that what I
Do is wrong, but still, i do it strong
Niggas is making movies
So I gots to stop production
I need a block to function
And maybe I'll stop destructing
The blocks is not for fronting
So let me get that, shorty
'Cause you don't need that shorty you don't
Know what to do with that shorty
You might as well hit this forty
Before you hit the floor
Another 24 what you want? Money? More?
Them niggas get it raw, with no condom
You find him saying he sorry he for
What he said before I blind him
Get the flame out the four-fifth, and
There ain't gonna be no more, riff
Dog you on the floor stiff
Would have made it to the door if
Bullets traveled a lot slower
And you ran a lot faster
But they don't, and you can't
So don't think about after
'Cause tomorrow ain't coming
So stop running
'cause you gon' die like a sucker
Murda, motherfucker!
Uh! Where my motherfucking dogs at ugh, ugh
My nigga, Jigga my dog, Ja
Irv Gotti, Ruff Ryders
Def Jam, where my dogs at?
Ty Fyffe, ugh, where my dogs at?
Hold me down, baby, hold me down, baby
Hold me down, baby boomer! One love, nigga
RRRR! Murda, motherfucker!
It's real!

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