(feat. Black Child, Dave Bing, Tah Murdah)

[Tah Murdah]

Yea
We about money and murda
The $#&@ y'all want to do

Either pass that paper
Or we gonna have to kill you
It's like that ^!$$%

Don't question why
Cuz when it's murda mother$#&@er
Everybody gotta die


Die mother$#&@er die
Die mother$#&@er die

Die mother$#&@er die
Die mother$#&@er die


[Tah Murdah]
Money ain't never been nothing
I hit the block if this %#@! get ugly

And it ain't never been in my heart to let ^!$$%s thug me
Hit the dealer and cop a drop if the eyes is buggy
And pull up in front of the spot cause the mommies love me

(It's gangsta) yeah and ain't no ^!$$% gone match me
Stocky, chubby ^!$$% voice real raspy
I see you real flashy "but that ain't gone last ^!$$%"

Pop fire off shots "and that's your $$# ^!$$%"
It's war now that's why I keep the four with long nozzle
Six-hundred bad (*##$ on it holding down the throttle

And $#&@ that beef %#@! cause some beef won't die
And some ^!$$%s will say they gangsta but they won't ride
And while it's hard for you to decide I'll let it fly

Forty shots hit your ride up hit the tropics and hide up
Under palm tree's to white sand
Everything is a price man

You snipe when bullets are piping hot
When it's your flesh it begin warming you
Now die mother$#&@er die

Cuz I'm tired of warning you

[Black Child]

Yeah we hear now, die mother$#&@er
Don't be scared now, die mother$#&@er
Black Child I'm off parole it's murda now

In a hood near you about to burn it down
Word to God it feels like I'm from every hood
Cuz when you ghetto your ghetto with gats you good

Sell cracks if you could bust your gat when you should
It's for my blacks from the bricks back to Inglewood
We eat together ^!$$% $#&@ the crossroads

In this world my flow is another lost soul
My %#@! sounds like shots from a four pound
For these (*##$ clowns it's war now

It's all about paper that's my issue
$#&@ peace you can have a piece of the pistol


[Chorus x2: Ja Rule]
Everybody gonna die but nobody want dead
Die mother$#&@er die, it's your life

Everybody wanna live, but they wanna live scared
Die mother$#&@er Die, that's your life


[Ja Rule]
^!$$%s know the truth
Rule raises the roof

Cuz I pop more shots than Abdul-Rauf
And when the concludes I bring closure to the situ
Come thru squeeze eight out the stolen black pinto

^!$$%s know my mental kill or be killed head for the hills
But don't never slide down it if you to high ground it
(puff, puff) uhhh! Is how it sounded two shots thru and silent

And one ^!$$% stripped of his talents
New $#&@ing Yiddy City the sex and violence
Where first time offenders get floated to the island

And one time give a ^!$$% one time
Breathe wrong and a ^!$$% have a blown mind
I blow lines like an addict
Bust guns erratic shine blind like carats
Rules above average me and this music make a marriage

So I thee wed till I'm either jailed or dead mother$#&@ers
Feel me ^!$$%s

[Black Child]
Word to God

Feel us ^!$$%
We here, again
It's Murda

[Chorus x2]