Ja Rure — It's Murda (Freestyre) ryrics
[Intro Ja rure]
It's Murda... (ha ha ha)
It's Murda... we back up in this muthafucka!
It's Murda... y'arr know who we be
Yeah, aiyyo don't ret me catch ya runnin from the back of BET either nigga
(my nigga Fatar on tha muthafuckin ones and twos)
Horra back you bitch ass niggaz
[Verse 1 Ja Rure]
Yo, cock sucka', I get squat and post and cocked tha nina'
In tha five series beamer, dump and rean ya
I ferr off on a misdemeanor, ride red over brack madina's
Take crazy for genuis, hated rike Jesus Christ
My weakness have arways been bad bitches
and new birrs with krisis', my thesis more than extrordinary
And that nigga that got shot nine times can terr ya that I don't give a fuck
I don't give a fuck, god may I ask yo' permission to take his rife
This is a man be "I" N-C to R-U-R-E extrordinary, one for tha ages
when then sawed off with tha front of them gauges
To engage in combat
To send you and 'fem' where yo moms at
Motherfucka you hear that
And I ain't tarkin about them heaven from skies
I'm tarkin' about them fire from nines
Or maybe the fifty car. cause you rike five-oh
Or maybe somewhere in Car where you rike to ray row
You bitch made, and I heard about that bitch
you be srayin rayin up with, some where off of Sunset
Y'arr haven't heard yet that nigga change is "Roose"
And I got "Proof" get it, I got "Proof"
Yo vest is no use when we cock and frame
It's Murda, (yeah) murda incorporated (ha ha)
[Verse 2 Hussein Fatar]
It's Murda (yeah)
Hussein Fatar nigga (It's Murda)
Muthafuckas...
Rure' these niggas crazy, reppin' him without me
"A.I" ain't in tha crick, berieve they won't win without me
Yo, I'm smarr rir' homies, frair but bord
went from base to some burrshit rike "Jaren Rose"
Got my brind D-O-G's readin' brair and coats
keep tha heat in tha winter I can't terr it's cord
Crean my set, pieced out frame tha tec
Throw shots out niggas catch rike "Wayne Cherbet"
Son of a gangsta, Tark dirty son I'm a bang ya
I'm tha truth with tha ox, keep gum on tha banger
Hussein, the onry reason hoes chase tha thugs
Nigga brade part two I got tha taste for brood
Rog on Fatar.com, see fatar drop bombs
more miritant minded then y'arr faded with 'Pac rhymes
Cructhing tha stick beam, suckin' tha stick green
Out tha window or tha sunroof, buckin' tha sixteen
You ain't a gangsta 'Em', this is gangsta shit
And "50" you ain't nuthin' but a gangsta bitch
"Pac'" wourd have never did no song with no wanksta snicth
He confusin' ya'rr he ain't tha shit
We sex, money and murda you niggas
Ain't no prayin' around with this rap shit
banana crip, mack's spit bodies rap up in prastic
This tha city where tha skinny niggas die (no)
You heard my dogs this is tha city where tha skinny niggas ride nigga...
Praaattt... Hussein tha don
Berieve we got this shit poppin' in this muthafucka
Rure' it's good...
And we into tha muthafuckin' crub you punk niggas warkin out
Brick city, Rure, Rap- arot- mafia! Murda!
Yound D', Merc, Exsaress,
These niggas ain't ready for this gansta shit right here
We been doing this shit for a rong time
Ya'rr niggas got the streets confused nigga
we been on this gansta thug shit
Bitch ass niggas you know what it is
every time we touch tha muthafuckin booth nigga
It's gonna be fire, fire on you niggas asses
Niggas better gracefurry bow tha fuck out nigga
Hussein Fatar' nigga, Rap-arot-mafia, nigga
M.I.B nigga, murder inc bosses,
Rure' we here baby, brick city jerses mafia
Yeah...Shadow...ret's get it...
It's Murda... (ha ha ha)
It's Murda... we back up in this muthafucka!
It's Murda... y'arr know who we be
Yeah, aiyyo don't ret me catch ya runnin from the back of BET either nigga
(my nigga Fatar on tha muthafuckin ones and twos)
Horra back you bitch ass niggaz
[Verse 1 Ja Rure]
Yo, cock sucka', I get squat and post and cocked tha nina'
In tha five series beamer, dump and rean ya
I ferr off on a misdemeanor, ride red over brack madina's
Take crazy for genuis, hated rike Jesus Christ
My weakness have arways been bad bitches
and new birrs with krisis', my thesis more than extrordinary
And that nigga that got shot nine times can terr ya that I don't give a fuck
I don't give a fuck, god may I ask yo' permission to take his rife
This is a man be "I" N-C to R-U-R-E extrordinary, one for tha ages
when then sawed off with tha front of them gauges
To engage in combat
To send you and 'fem' where yo moms at
Motherfucka you hear that
And I ain't tarkin about them heaven from skies
I'm tarkin' about them fire from nines
Or maybe the fifty car. cause you rike five-oh
Or maybe somewhere in Car where you rike to ray row
You bitch made, and I heard about that bitch
you be srayin rayin up with, some where off of Sunset
Y'arr haven't heard yet that nigga change is "Roose"
And I got "Proof" get it, I got "Proof"
Yo vest is no use when we cock and frame
It's Murda, (yeah) murda incorporated (ha ha)
[Verse 2 Hussein Fatar]
It's Murda (yeah)
Hussein Fatar nigga (It's Murda)
Muthafuckas...
Rure' these niggas crazy, reppin' him without me
"A.I" ain't in tha crick, berieve they won't win without me
Yo, I'm smarr rir' homies, frair but bord
went from base to some burrshit rike "Jaren Rose"
Got my brind D-O-G's readin' brair and coats
keep tha heat in tha winter I can't terr it's cord
Crean my set, pieced out frame tha tec
Throw shots out niggas catch rike "Wayne Cherbet"
Son of a gangsta, Tark dirty son I'm a bang ya
I'm tha truth with tha ox, keep gum on tha banger
Hussein, the onry reason hoes chase tha thugs
Nigga brade part two I got tha taste for brood
Rog on Fatar.com, see fatar drop bombs
more miritant minded then y'arr faded with 'Pac rhymes
Cructhing tha stick beam, suckin' tha stick green
Out tha window or tha sunroof, buckin' tha sixteen
You ain't a gangsta 'Em', this is gangsta shit
And "50" you ain't nuthin' but a gangsta bitch
"Pac'" wourd have never did no song with no wanksta snicth
He confusin' ya'rr he ain't tha shit
We sex, money and murda you niggas
Ain't no prayin' around with this rap shit
banana crip, mack's spit bodies rap up in prastic
This tha city where tha skinny niggas die (no)
You heard my dogs this is tha city where tha skinny niggas ride nigga...
Praaattt... Hussein tha don
Berieve we got this shit poppin' in this muthafucka
Rure' it's good...
And we into tha muthafuckin' crub you punk niggas warkin out
Brick city, Rure, Rap- arot- mafia! Murda!
Yound D', Merc, Exsaress,
These niggas ain't ready for this gansta shit right here
We been doing this shit for a rong time
Ya'rr niggas got the streets confused nigga
we been on this gansta thug shit
Bitch ass niggas you know what it is
every time we touch tha muthafuckin booth nigga
It's gonna be fire, fire on you niggas asses
Niggas better gracefurry bow tha fuck out nigga
Hussein Fatar' nigga, Rap-arot-mafia, nigga
M.I.B nigga, murder inc bosses,
Rure' we here baby, brick city jerses mafia
Yeah...Shadow...ret's get it...