M***a 4 Life - Album Version (Explicit) Lyrics
| Song | M***a 4 Life - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Ja Rule |
| Artist | Memphis Bleek |
| Album | Venni Vetti Vecci |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Yeah. What y'all niggaz want | |
| street shit, Memph Bleek shit, Ja rule shit | |
| You heard nigga | |
| It's all real in the field nigga | |
| (Chorus) x2 | |
| Niggaz live wit it, money drugs and murdah for life | |
| Bitches deal with it, only lovin them hoes for the night | |
| If your feeling it, get high its alright | |
| but you can't get it, until the day of our demise | |
| Memphis Bleek- | |
| You can holler at the dog haters wanna see me fall | |
| Bitches wanna too see me ball killers they don't wanna see me at all | |
| If I wasn't rolling with the rock | |
| Will you niggaz pass rock share birds or flash glocks | |
| I walk around wit two Mac's, razors and icepicks | |
| Just cause you niggaz want to see me hurtin like them | |
| Its all about the benjamins money cash hoe's | |
| livin through this shit i'm in nigger stack doe | |
| Street scholar, eight figure nigga white collar cat | |
| ain't the M-E-M-P-H man, bitch holla back | |
| I'm a creature smoking on hay since it was reefer | |
| Drug ass flow like I was cut wit ether | |
| Mark ass nigger don't want a part of this nigga spark with this nigga | |
| blaze bark wit this niga | |
| Me and Ja Rule ****in you hoe's is what these guys do | |
| Ain't the type to buy you, mommy how you, slide cock inside you | |
| supply you with ten bitches times two, I'm a mother****in animal | |
| (Chorus) x2 | |
| Ja Rule- | |
| **** the world cause it ain't quite ready me | |
| I'm living my life niggaz take a look at these eyes | |
| Witness what it is to be real niggaz | |
| guns, drugs, hot slugs, coke runs, want some, get some | |
| Bad enough buy some nigga | |
| ****ing around with Ja and Bleek and get hit up | |
| Tearing your whole clique then we clip up | |
| Nigga thats what these Murderers nigga that's us | |
| What the ****, is you ready to die right now nigga? | |
| Know you feelin my style nigga | |
| Run wit nothing but wild Brooknam and Queens Isle niggaz | |
| Hit em any nigger that breath rule riddel em wit hot one | |
| Ain't nigga like me, who you riding wit? | |
| Rolling nothing but hot shit your bitch my bitch | |
| Only difference is bitches on my dick blow dick | |
| How I cock spread hit ho's love that shit, you celibate | |
| I'll turn you into the freakest bitch | |
| Have you topless dancing in bars naked for dollars | |
| Y'all bitches know what my style is | |
| Always on some foul shit, Rule bitch | |
| Let the world know | |
| When I spit nothing but that murderous live wit it | |
| (Chorus) x2 | |
| Memphis Bleek- | |
| Hol-la! What you think of that, bitch where we freakin at | |
| Bum chick don't speak to that, fly momma creep wit that | |
| Live with it nigga hit it, don't stop get it get it | |
| Don't tricking bitching, would you **** with it | |
| Brooknam and Queens | |
| Yo, it means more killin, more guns, more drugs, more real ass niggaz | |
| HOLLA don't give a ****, DOLLAS niggaz what you want get it | |
| Crump blaze skunk, what the **** y'all want nigga! | |
| Ja Rule- | |
| None of me cause, I hit em wit to much style | |
| And my energy got these niggaz creatin lil me's | |
| I'm a lock and squeeze know that its my time | |
| If I leave air breath niggaz haten on mines | |
| I'm a nightmare niggas better prepare to die | |
| And deal wit Ja hollerin Murda 4 life! | |
| (Chorus) x2 | |
| Uhh yeah | |
| Ja Rule, Memph Bleek | |
| Holla back, Roc-a-Fella | |
| Its Mur-da, Its Mur-da uh uh | |
| We out |
| Yeah. What y' all niggaz want | |
| street shit, Memph Bleek shit, Ja rule shit | |
| You heard nigga | |
| It' s all real in the field nigga | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Niggaz live wit it, money drugs and murdah for life | |
| Bitches deal with it, only lovin them hoes for the night | |
| If your feeling it, get high its alright | |
| but you can' t get it, until the day of our demise | |
| Memphis Bleek | |
| You can holler at the dog haters wanna see me fall | |
| Bitches wanna too see me ball killers they don' t wanna see me at all | |
| If I wasn' t rolling with the rock | |
| Will you niggaz pass rock share birds or flash glocks | |
| I walk around wit two Mac' s, razors and icepicks | |
| Just cause you niggaz want to see me hurtin like them | |
| Its all about the benjamins money cash hoe' s | |
| livin through this shit i' m in nigger stack doe | |
| Street scholar, eight figure nigga white collar cat | |
| ain' t the MEMPH man, bitch holla back | |
| I' m a creature smoking on hay since it was reefer | |
| Drug ass flow like I was cut wit ether | |
| Mark ass nigger don' t want a part of this nigga spark with this nigga | |
| blaze bark wit this niga | |
| Me and Ja Rule in you hoe' s is what these guys do | |
| Ain' t the type to buy you, mommy how you, slide cock inside you | |
| supply you with ten bitches times two, I' m a mother in animal | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Ja Rule | |
| the world cause it ain' t quite ready me | |
| I' m living my life niggaz take a look at these eyes | |
| Witness what it is to be real niggaz | |
| guns, drugs, hot slugs, coke runs, want some, get some | |
| Bad enough buy some nigga | |
| ing around with Ja and Bleek and get hit up | |
| Tearing your whole clique then we clip up | |
| Nigga thats what these Murderers nigga that' s us | |
| What the , is you ready to die right now nigga? | |
| Know you feelin my style nigga | |
| Run wit nothing but wild Brooknam and Queens Isle niggaz | |
| Hit em any nigger that breath rule riddel em wit hot one | |
| Ain' t nigga like me, who you riding wit? | |
| Rolling nothing but hot shit your bitch my bitch | |
| Only difference is bitches on my dick blow dick | |
| How I cock spread hit ho' s love that shit, you celibate | |
| I' ll turn you into the freakest bitch | |
| Have you topless dancing in bars naked for dollars | |
| Y' all bitches know what my style is | |
| Always on some foul shit, Rule bitch | |
| Let the world know | |
| When I spit nothing but that murderous live wit it | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Memphis Bleek | |
| Holla! What you think of that, bitch where we freakin at | |
| Bum chick don' t speak to that, fly momma creep wit that | |
| Live with it nigga hit it, don' t stop get it get it | |
| Don' t tricking bitching, would you with it | |
| Brooknam and Queens | |
| Yo, it means more killin, more guns, more drugs, more real ass niggaz | |
| HOLLA don' t give a , DOLLAS niggaz what you want get it | |
| Crump blaze skunk, what the y' all want nigga! | |
| Ja Rule | |
| None of me cause, I hit em wit to much style | |
| And my energy got these niggaz creatin lil me' s | |
| I' m a lock and squeeze know that its my time | |
| If I leave air breath niggaz haten on mines | |
| I' m a nightmare niggas better prepare to die | |
| And deal wit Ja hollerin Murda 4 life! | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Uhh yeah | |
| Ja Rule, Memph Bleek | |
| Holla back, RocaFella | |
| Its Murda, Its Murda uh uh | |
| We out |
| Yeah. What y' all niggaz want | |
| street shit, Memph Bleek shit, Ja rule shit | |
| You heard nigga | |
| It' s all real in the field nigga | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Niggaz live wit it, money drugs and murdah for life | |
| Bitches deal with it, only lovin them hoes for the night | |
| If your feeling it, get high its alright | |
| but you can' t get it, until the day of our demise | |
| Memphis Bleek | |
| You can holler at the dog haters wanna see me fall | |
| Bitches wanna too see me ball killers they don' t wanna see me at all | |
| If I wasn' t rolling with the rock | |
| Will you niggaz pass rock share birds or flash glocks | |
| I walk around wit two Mac' s, razors and icepicks | |
| Just cause you niggaz want to see me hurtin like them | |
| Its all about the benjamins money cash hoe' s | |
| livin through this shit i' m in nigger stack doe | |
| Street scholar, eight figure nigga white collar cat | |
| ain' t the MEMPH man, bitch holla back | |
| I' m a creature smoking on hay since it was reefer | |
| Drug ass flow like I was cut wit ether | |
| Mark ass nigger don' t want a part of this nigga spark with this nigga | |
| blaze bark wit this niga | |
| Me and Ja Rule in you hoe' s is what these guys do | |
| Ain' t the type to buy you, mommy how you, slide cock inside you | |
| supply you with ten bitches times two, I' m a mother in animal | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Ja Rule | |
| the world cause it ain' t quite ready me | |
| I' m living my life niggaz take a look at these eyes | |
| Witness what it is to be real niggaz | |
| guns, drugs, hot slugs, coke runs, want some, get some | |
| Bad enough buy some nigga | |
| ing around with Ja and Bleek and get hit up | |
| Tearing your whole clique then we clip up | |
| Nigga thats what these Murderers nigga that' s us | |
| What the , is you ready to die right now nigga? | |
| Know you feelin my style nigga | |
| Run wit nothing but wild Brooknam and Queens Isle niggaz | |
| Hit em any nigger that breath rule riddel em wit hot one | |
| Ain' t nigga like me, who you riding wit? | |
| Rolling nothing but hot shit your bitch my bitch | |
| Only difference is bitches on my dick blow dick | |
| How I cock spread hit ho' s love that shit, you celibate | |
| I' ll turn you into the freakest bitch | |
| Have you topless dancing in bars naked for dollars | |
| Y' all bitches know what my style is | |
| Always on some foul shit, Rule bitch | |
| Let the world know | |
| When I spit nothing but that murderous live wit it | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Memphis Bleek | |
| Holla! What you think of that, bitch where we freakin at | |
| Bum chick don' t speak to that, fly momma creep wit that | |
| Live with it nigga hit it, don' t stop get it get it | |
| Don' t tricking bitching, would you with it | |
| Brooknam and Queens | |
| Yo, it means more killin, more guns, more drugs, more real ass niggaz | |
| HOLLA don' t give a , DOLLAS niggaz what you want get it | |
| Crump blaze skunk, what the y' all want nigga! | |
| Ja Rule | |
| None of me cause, I hit em wit to much style | |
| And my energy got these niggaz creatin lil me' s | |
| I' m a lock and squeeze know that its my time | |
| If I leave air breath niggaz haten on mines | |
| I' m a nightmare niggas better prepare to die | |
| And deal wit Ja hollerin Murda 4 life! | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Uhh yeah | |
| Ja Rule, Memph Bleek | |
| Holla back, RocaFella | |
| Its Murda, Its Murda uh uh | |
| We out |
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