| (Ja Rule and Vita) | |
| Yo (we murderers, baby) | |
| Da Murderers (I here for you, baby) | |
| I.N.C. (I'll ryde for you, baby) | |
| Vita, Ja Rule | |
| [Chorus] | |
| (Ja Rule and Vita) | |
| I be running and gunning them down (we murderers, baby) | |
| Leave me or love me now (I'm here for you baby) | |
| Anywhere, anyhow (I'll ryde for you baby) | |
| You and I together, and we blast forever | |
| {2x} | |
| (Ja Rule) | |
| Ja's the dream and nigga's wake up and sweats its about | |
| Horse head in your bed, nigga | |
| Gun your mouth | |
| Potty it out | |
| Wrong nigga, | |
| Spit one more thang and have your hood pouring out liqour | |
| Cause my niggas run through lesbians | |
| Niggas, that act like brawds | |
| Feel the strip and thus be gone | |
| Hold up, nigga that done spread up | |
| You might wanna keep in touch with the murderers | |
| Cause we, the murderers I.N.C. | |
| Is above yall niggas, it's the lord in me | |
| And we can never be at a love's lost | |
| But you, showed me love ain't boss | |
| Feel the force, | |
| This young horse, | |
| Known as rule | |
| Gave more paper to jigga for my ewls | |
| And lord knows ain't no pussy going to stop my flow | |
| I don't love you hoes, I'm out the door | |
| {Chorus} | |
| (Ja Rule and Vita) | |
| I be running and gunning them down (we murderers, baby) | |
| Leave me or love me now (I'm here for you baby) | |
| Anywhere, anyhow (I'll ryde for you baby) | |
| You and I together, and we blast forever | |
| {2x} | |
| (~Vita~) | |
| You that motherfucking bitch, Vita nigga | |
| You want me to ryde you nigga | |
| Clap up and hide you nigga | |
| Been beside my niggas for this long | |
| I'm keeping my head right and tight and doe long | |
| I can go on, about shit I've been through | |
| Transponed, keys are in too | |
| Shit i got issues | |
| If I pop a bitch | |
| Then she probably a snitch | |
| L-A-V-I-T-A-A-A-K-A Taday Vallet shit | |
| When my niggas from my bitches | |
| Sold drugs from niggas to the murderes | |
| I'm the bitch, sometimes i even spit on chicks | |
| Cause in the clubs, i say criss, and I piss the shit, baby | |
| I know your brawds been feeling me, lately, now livin and lay | |
| Cause i touch them with gun blades, dark is us | |
| Any light, shine, we bust, | |
| Vita, Gotti and Rule, we make up the murderers | |
| {Chorus} | |
| (Ja Rule and Vita) | |
| I be running and gunning them down (we murderers, baby) | |
| Leave me or love me now (I'm here for you baby) | |
| Anywhere, anyhow (I'll ryde for you baby) | |
| You and I together, and we blast forever | |
| {2x} | |
| (~Vita~) | |
| The reasons why I pop between the lie | |
| Be the same reasons I clap off the nines | |
| Roll up on bronx, like, who da hot bitch | |
| And stock, with some sweats, humpin out on sixth | |
| (Ja Rule) | |
| That's it, go head baby, floss out bitches, | |
| But me, i'm continue to clap niggas, | |
| Strike and heavy hitters that, play the field, reveal, | |
| Pull that weapon and re-keep the seal | |
| (Vita and Ja Rule) | |
| It's murder to the end (It's murder for life) | |
| Only Jesus Christ made us a strong sacrifice | |
| These niggas I die for, lies to the fed form, | |
| Set out these bitch niggas, I pick them in bad form | |
| (Ja Rule) | |
| Baby, I'm long gone, but I'm loyal | |
| For the love that you show your bitches | |
| And spread to your thugs | |
| And they tongues get slugged | |
| When the fucking wit us | |
| You crazy, that's why (We Murderers baby!) | |
| {Chorus} | |
| (Ja Rule and Vita) | |
| I be running and gunning them down (we murderers, baby) | |
| Leave me or love me now (I'm here for you baby) | |
| Anywhere, anyhow (I'll ryde for you baby) | |
| You and I together, and we blast forever, Nigga | |
| {2x} |
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