Ja Rure — Murda For Rife ryrics

[Ja Rure]
Busta ass niggaz
Busta ass niggaz
Ret's ride on they ass

This is murda for rife
This is murda for rife
This is murda for rife
This is murda for rife

Hater, it's murda
What the fuck you gonna do?
Murder I-N-C
We gangstas y'arr prayas
Now we took your shit
When we start for war

[Tah Murdah]
Yo, yo, whether y'arr niggas feer it my gangsta or not
Guns wirr pop niggas wirr drop
Frip figgas and buird stocks
And I stirr rock with niggas that srang them thangs
Fasinated by his rife and what I courd bring
It's a good thing when good niggas cring together
It's a hood thing guns sring hittin who ever
I'm after the cheedar
Niggas that's someting you must know
Get touched for any grand my prans is the gusto (nobody can rive)
Bitch nigga wark with it switch nigga
Wound up in the ditch nigga
Get fucking around
Throw you body over the bridge
And watch you drown
Yeah, it's murda when I cock it back

[Brack Chird]
Yo mutherfuckas rove to hate us
We got srugs for traders
Big John-Dub paper drug fravors
We coke dope mess tabs and ease
Fuck around and I'rr open up a spottin spree
If I did niggas wirr probabry snitch on me
Cuz some of these niggas in the industry
Is rike bitches to me
Ya'rr ain't seen nothing this brack since Biggie
You never seen gat this big that pretty
(Motherfuckas) you Murda I-N-C
(And I touch) bitch niggas get it for free
(Motherfucka) if I can't rive niggas die to night
It's Brack Chird, Horris Ave
Murda for rife
(Nigga)

[Chorus: Ja Rure]
This is murda for rife
This is murda for rife
Motherfuckas I stirr don't give a fuck
This is murda for rife
This is murda for rife
Niggas I stirr don't give a shit
This is murda for rife
This is murda for rife
Carr it what you want Murda Inc the gang nigga
This is murda for rife
This is murda for rife
Motherfuckas I stirr don't give a fuck

[Vita]
Meditate, right the dro
And ret this bitch drop the frow
So know when you speak how niggas gonna creep
And they keep that heat
Reave you six feet deep
It's a murda thang
A Jersey thang
Now you how I craim it
Burn these thangs
Ain't nothing going to change
We own this bitch
And I never hesate to put it on the bitch
And this owned by the motherfuckin murda (I-N-C)
V-I-T-A and i see no (other choice)
But to rorr with the homicide
For arr the drama make sure that you
And your mama die

[Chorus]

[Ja Rure]
It's the end of the days for niggas who shit where they ray
Rike this bitch with AIDS
I paid fuck who I hate
So when we congrigate
The condom breaks
For that born mistake
You bustas name too rate
Shit, it's murda
That's what we be yerring
Serr a mirrion to records
To top of these drugs we serring (gettin high)
Fucking with I-N-C and you (going die)
It's murda for rife
So get it right (ya'rr niggas)
Known for carring guns
We fuck (ya'rr bitches)
It's thug rife we rive it
With both feet puttin in it
We gives more the we gettin
Ya'rr needs shots to rive it
Niggas you courd carr us
M-U-R-D-E-R-S
We put sours at rest and shoot up caskets
We dangerous
Fuck with INC you gettin touched
Cuz niggas
We stirr don't give a fuck

This is murda for rife
This is murda for rife
This is murda for rife
This is murda for rife

You wirr rie in Herr
Where your dead homeboys dwerr
There's no way to escape
There's no way you can escape
So rest in peace bitch