The Murderers Ja Rule (Ft. Black Child & Caddillac Tah)

[Intro: Black Child]
Word to God
Y'all know who the fuck this is
You know we would kidnap your kids
You know what the fuck we do
Murder bitch niggas like you
For real, all the time, any place, anywhere
Y'all niggas could get it
Act like y'all don't know

[Verse 1: Black Child]
In a world that's ice cold, Blacks die slowly
Cats snatch rollies, gats and leave you holely
My momma always told me: the streets will slow me down
Daddy never showed me how heat will hold me down
So now I rob and steal, spit shit you feel
With a clique that kills, yeah my shit's that real
I hustle hard all my life, ran the streets all night
My wife always said everything was gon' be alright
And she was right, and that's one reason why I love her
But everythin' she said went in one ear and out the other
Word to mother, look at it from a thug point of view
When the kids need clothes, what a thug gon' do?
Hit the streets and hustle or pick up the heat and bust you
I'm tryin' to eat like Russell, murder is my hustle
You keep chasin' yesterday, you gon' miss tomorrow
It's murder motherfucker we don't beg or borrow
We take shit, fuck you and your fake bitch, when the 8 spit
You could feel the hatred, taste it
You high right now, you ain't ready to die right now
The 45'll calm you down, you under trauma now
It's drama how a child will shut shit down
Killin' niggas for the fuck of it, I'll get you touched for chips
Fuck that shit, and fuck your whips, fuck you bitch
You can just suck my dick