The Murderers Lyrics - Venni Vetti Vecci - Ja Rule

Word to god 

Y'all know who the fuck this is 

You know we would kidnap yo 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 

In a world that's ice cold, blacks die slowly 

Cats snatch rollies, gats'll leave you holy 

My momma always told me the streets will slow me down 

Daddy never showed me how the heat will hold me down 

So now I rob and steal, spit shit you feel, wit a clique that kills 

Yea my shit's that real, I hustle hard all my life 

Ran the streets all night 

My wife always said everything was gonna be aight 

And she was right and that's one reason why I love her 

But everything 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, pick up the heat and bust you 

I'm tryin' to eat like Russel 

Murda is my hustle But you keep chasin' yesterday, you goin' miss tomorrow 

It's murda motherfucker we don't beg or borrow 

We take shit, fuck you and yo fake bitch, when the eight (.8mm) spit 

You could feel the hatred, taste it 

You high right now, you ain't ready to die right now 

The .45 will calm you down, you under trauma now 

It's drama how a child will shut shit down 

Kill a nigga for the fuck of it I get you touched for chips 

Fuck that shit, fuck the whip, and fuck you bitch 

You can just suck my dick 

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If you chasin' yesterday, you goin' miss tomorrow 

It's murda motherfucker, we don't beg or borrow 

We take shit, fuck you and yo fake bitch 

When the .8 spit you could feel the hatred, taste it 

It's your blood, when we show blood, we murderers (murderers) 

We throw slugs, we hustlers (hustlers) we sell drugs 

And tell thugs live it up till yo time stops 

Yo I give a fuck if y'all niggas hate me 

I drop bodies off where the lakes be 

But lately, I've been hittin' cribs 

And safes where the cake be 

I take three to the vest for the love of the dolla 

I put that hot shit through you and watch you Holla Holla 

The same niggas that I ball wit I'ma brawl wit 

I'm a tank running in banks and takin' all of it 

Player we're flawless, wit nothin' to lose guns bustin' 

And brossen niggas y'all can't live 

Funny shit about it, niggas wanna hit me, forget about it 

Thug shit I'm still livin' y'all niggas just spit about it 

I rob and stomp niggas 2/3rd of my life 

The other 1/3 spent sittin' on curbs chasin' those birds 

If you ever get the urge to come by and try to test 

There's only one and then you get numb and lied to rest 

It's murder the only code to the ghetto 

It's murder, nigga hand me the Bessel 

And dance with the devil, guns rapidly spit 

Gangsta shit, attractin yo bitch, gettin head and lean back in the whip 

I mastered the chips, Nigga I'm tryin to tell you 

You're holdin hammers and nails and 

We have you where the dogs couldn't smell you 

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If you chasin' yesterday, you goin' miss tomorrow 

It's murda motherfucker, we don't beg or borrow 

We take shit, fuck you and yo fake bitch 

When the .8 spit you could feel the hatred, taste it 

It's your blood, when we show blood, we murderers (murderers) 

We throw slugs, we hustlers (hustlers) we sell drugs 

And tell thugs live it up till yo time stops 

Ja's a motherfuckin' problem 

Any nigga think not, I'ma pop him 

Put the lean on niggas the minute I spot em 

Who's gettin' it, I got him nigga dead and gone 

Gonna guide em to the cross roads show em how those guns blow 

I'ma degenerate nigga addicted to hydro, switchin' four lanes 

Top down wit my eyes closed, got a death wish 

Money, drugs, and murderer shit 

What you want with this? We'll kidnap yo kids 

And clap up yo crib, It's the murderers 

Who you know wit guns that kill shit 

Just because we're them hot niggas 

Sell mo records than Roc niggas 

I'ma lock it down for six months and shock niggas 

What's my name? 

J the A R.U.L.E. with them hoes get between more sheets than Isley 

You can't deny me, I'm the motherfuckin' one 

Druggin' bitches like Heron(heroin) 

The god be the Rule, if you're hot get bice and bice 

On your jewel to cop a Bens 

20 inch chrome, the shoes, I got nothin' to lose but everything to live for 

Thoroughbred demand and supply the raw 

I put my smash down from N.Y. to Chi-Town 

INC Murder spittin in rounds 

You don't wanna her how it sounds, When we cock them flames 

It's murder And ain't shit goin' change 

Niggas!