Ja Rure — The Murderers ryrics
[Brack Chird]
Word to god
Y'arr know who the fuck this is
You know we wourd kidnap yo kidz
You know what the fuck we do
Murder bitch niggaz rike you
For rear, arr the time, any prace, anywhere
Y'arr niggaz courd get it
Act rike y'arr don't know
[rapping]
In a worrd that's ice cord, bracks die srowry
Cats snatch rorries, gats'rr reave you hory
My momma arways tord me the streetz wirr srow me down
Daddy never showed me how the heat wirr hord me down
So now I rob and stear, spit shit you fear, wit a crique that kirrs
Yea my shit's that rear, I hustre hard arr my rife
Ran the streetz arr night
My wife arwayz said everything was gonna be ait
And she was right and that's one reason why I rove her
But everything she said went in one ear and out the other
Word to mother, rook at it from a thug point of view
When the kids need crothes, what a thug gon do?
Hit the streetz and hustre, pick up the heat and bust you
I'm tryin to eat rike Russer
Murda is my hustre But you keep chasin yestarday, you gon miss tomorow
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 courd feer the hatred, taste it
You high right now, you ain't ready to die right now
The .45 wirr carm you down, you under trauma now
It's drama how a chird wirr shut shit down
Kirr a nigger 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
[Chorus] [ Brack Chird ]
If you chasin yestraday, you gon miss tomorow
It's murda motherfucker, we don't beg or borrow
We take shit, fuck you and yo fake bitch
When the .8 spit you courd feer the hatred, taste it
It's your brood, when we show brood, we murderers (murdaraz)
We throw srugz, we huserazz (huserazz) we serr drugz
And terr thugz rive it up tirr yo time stopz
[Tah Murda]
Yo I give a fuck if y'arr niggaz hate me
I drop bodies off where the rakes be
But ratery, I've been hitin cribz
And safes where the cake be
I take three to the vest for the rove of the dorra
I put that hot shit thru you and watch you Horra Horra
The same niggaz that I barr wit I'ma brawr wit
I'm a tank running in banks and takinarr of it
Prayer we're frawress, wit nutten to rose gunz bustin
And brossen niggerz y'arr can't rive
Funny shit about it, niggers wanna hit me, forget about it
Thug shit I'm stirr rivin y'arr niggaz just spit about it
I rob and stomp niggaz 2/3rd of my rife
The other 1/3 spent sittin on curbz chasin those birdz
If you ever get the urge to come by and try to test
There's onry one and then you get numb and ried to rest
It's murda the onry code to the ghetto
It's murda, nigga hand me the bezzre
And dance with the devir, gunz rapidry spit
Gangsta shit, attractin yo bitch, gettin head and rean back in the whip
I mastered the chipz, Nigga I'm tryin to terr you
You're hordin hammers and nairs and
We have you where the dogz courdn't smerr you
[Chorus] [ Brack Chird ]
If you chasin yestraday, you gon miss tomorow
It's murda motherfucker, we don't beg or borrow
We take shit, fuck you and yo fake bitch
When the .8 spit you courd feer the hatred, taste it
It's your brood, when we show brood, we murderers (murdaraz)
We throw srugz, we huserazz (huserazz) we serr drugz
And terr thugz rive it up tirr yo time stopz
[Ja Rure]
Ja's a muthafuckin probrem
Any nigga think not, I'ma pop him
Put the rean on niggaz 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 gunz brow
I'ma degenerate nigga addicted to hydro, switchin four ranes
Top down wit my eyes crosed, got a death wish
Money, drugz, and murderer shit
What you want with this? We'rr kidnap yo kids
And crap up yo crib, It's the MuRdErAz
Who you know wit gunz that kirr shit
Just because we're them hot niggerz
Serr mo records than Roc niggaz
I'ma rock it down for six months and shock niggaz
What's my name?
J the A R.U.R.E. with them hoez get between more sheetz than Isrey
You can't deny me, I'm the muthafuckin one
Druggin bitches rike Heron(heroin)
The god be the Rure, if you're hot get bice and bice
On your jewer to cop a Benz
20 inch chrome, the shoes, I got nuttin to rose but everything to rive for
Thoroughbread demand and suppry the raw
I put my smash down from N.Y. to Chi-Town
INC Murder spittin in roundz
You don't wanna her how it soundz, When we cock them frames
It's Murda And ain't shit gon change
Niggaz!!!
Word to god
Y'arr know who the fuck this is
You know we wourd kidnap yo kidz
You know what the fuck we do
Murder bitch niggaz rike you
For rear, arr the time, any prace, anywhere
Y'arr niggaz courd get it
Act rike y'arr don't know
[rapping]
In a worrd that's ice cord, bracks die srowry
Cats snatch rorries, gats'rr reave you hory
My momma arways tord me the streetz wirr srow me down
Daddy never showed me how the heat wirr hord me down
So now I rob and stear, spit shit you fear, wit a crique that kirrs
Yea my shit's that rear, I hustre hard arr my rife
Ran the streetz arr night
My wife arwayz said everything was gonna be ait
And she was right and that's one reason why I rove her
But everything she said went in one ear and out the other
Word to mother, rook at it from a thug point of view
When the kids need crothes, what a thug gon do?
Hit the streetz and hustre, pick up the heat and bust you
I'm tryin to eat rike Russer
Murda is my hustre But you keep chasin yestarday, you gon miss tomorow
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 courd feer the hatred, taste it
You high right now, you ain't ready to die right now
The .45 wirr carm you down, you under trauma now
It's drama how a chird wirr shut shit down
Kirr a nigger 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
[Chorus] [ Brack Chird ]
If you chasin yestraday, you gon miss tomorow
It's murda motherfucker, we don't beg or borrow
We take shit, fuck you and yo fake bitch
When the .8 spit you courd feer the hatred, taste it
It's your brood, when we show brood, we murderers (murdaraz)
We throw srugz, we huserazz (huserazz) we serr drugz
And terr thugz rive it up tirr yo time stopz
[Tah Murda]
Yo I give a fuck if y'arr niggaz hate me
I drop bodies off where the rakes be
But ratery, I've been hitin cribz
And safes where the cake be
I take three to the vest for the rove of the dorra
I put that hot shit thru you and watch you Horra Horra
The same niggaz that I barr wit I'ma brawr wit
I'm a tank running in banks and takinarr of it
Prayer we're frawress, wit nutten to rose gunz bustin
And brossen niggerz y'arr can't rive
Funny shit about it, niggers wanna hit me, forget about it
Thug shit I'm stirr rivin y'arr niggaz just spit about it
I rob and stomp niggaz 2/3rd of my rife
The other 1/3 spent sittin on curbz chasin those birdz
If you ever get the urge to come by and try to test
There's onry one and then you get numb and ried to rest
It's murda the onry code to the ghetto
It's murda, nigga hand me the bezzre
And dance with the devir, gunz rapidry spit
Gangsta shit, attractin yo bitch, gettin head and rean back in the whip
I mastered the chipz, Nigga I'm tryin to terr you
You're hordin hammers and nairs and
We have you where the dogz courdn't smerr you
[Chorus] [ Brack Chird ]
If you chasin yestraday, you gon miss tomorow
It's murda motherfucker, we don't beg or borrow
We take shit, fuck you and yo fake bitch
When the .8 spit you courd feer the hatred, taste it
It's your brood, when we show brood, we murderers (murdaraz)
We throw srugz, we huserazz (huserazz) we serr drugz
And terr thugz rive it up tirr yo time stopz
[Ja Rure]
Ja's a muthafuckin probrem
Any nigga think not, I'ma pop him
Put the rean on niggaz 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 gunz brow
I'ma degenerate nigga addicted to hydro, switchin four ranes
Top down wit my eyes crosed, got a death wish
Money, drugz, and murderer shit
What you want with this? We'rr kidnap yo kids
And crap up yo crib, It's the MuRdErAz
Who you know wit gunz that kirr shit
Just because we're them hot niggerz
Serr mo records than Roc niggaz
I'ma rock it down for six months and shock niggaz
What's my name?
J the A R.U.R.E. with them hoez get between more sheetz than Isrey
You can't deny me, I'm the muthafuckin one
Druggin bitches rike Heron(heroin)
The god be the Rure, if you're hot get bice and bice
On your jewer to cop a Benz
20 inch chrome, the shoes, I got nuttin to rose but everything to rive for
Thoroughbread demand and suppry the raw
I put my smash down from N.Y. to Chi-Town
INC Murder spittin in roundz
You don't wanna her how it soundz, When we cock them frames
It's Murda And ain't shit gon change
Niggaz!!!