Murda 4 Life Memphis Bleek (Ft. Ja Rule)

[Intro: Memphis Bleek & Ja Rule]
Yeah, what y'all niggas want?
Street shit, Memph Bleek shit, Ja Rule
Ya heard nigga
It's all real in the field, nigga

[Chorus: Ja Rule]
Niggas 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 'til the day of my demise
Niggas 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 'til the day of my demise

[Verse 1: 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 niggas pass roc
Share birds, or flash Glocks
I walk around with two mac's, razors, and ice picks
Just cause' you niggas 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 haze since it was reefer
Drug ass flow, like I've been cut with ether
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