Die Lyrics

Die lyrics

[Tah Murdah]

 Yea 

 We about money and murda

 The fuck y'all want to do

 Either pass that paper

 Or we gonna have to kill you

 It's like that nigga

 Don't question why

 Cuz when it's murda motherfucker

 Everybody gotta die

 

 Die motherfucker die

 Die motherfucker die

 Die motherfucker die

 Die motherfucker die

 

 [Tah Murdah]

 Money aint never been nothing

 I hit the block if this shit get ugly 

 And it aint never been in my heart to let niggas thug me 

 Hit the dealer and cop a drop if the eyes is buggy 

 And pull up in front of the spot cause the mommies love me 

 (Its gangsta) yeah and aint no nigga gone match me 

 Stocky, chubby nigga voice real raspy 

 I see you real flashy "but that aint gone last nigga"

 Pop fire off shots "and thats your ass nigga" 

 Its war now thats why I keep the four with long nozzle 

 Six-hundred bad bitch on it holding down the throttle 

 And fuck that beef shit cause some beef wont die 

 And some niggas will say they gangsta but they wont ride 

 And while its hard for you to decide Ill let it fly 

 Forty shots hit your ride up hit the tropics and hide up 

 Under palm trees to white sand 

 Everything is a price man 

 You snipe when bullets are piping hot 

 When its your flesh it begin warming you 

 Now die motherfucker die

 Cuz Im tired of warning you

 

 [Black Child]

 Yeah we hear now, die motherfucker 

 Dont be scared now, die motherfucker 

 Black Child Im off parole its murda now 

 In a hood near you about to burn it down

 Word to God it feels like Im from every hood 

 Cuz when you ghetto your ghetto with gats you good 

 Sell cracks if you could bust your gat when you should 

 Its for my blacks from the bricks back to Inglewood 

 We eat together nigga fuck the crossroads 

 In this world my flow is another lost soul 

 My shit sounds like shots from a four pound 

 For these bitch clowns its war now 

 Its all about paper thats my issue 

 Fuck peace you can have a piece of the pistol

 

 [Chorus x2: Ja Rule]

 Everybody gonna die but nobody want dead

 Die motherfucker die, its your life 

 Everybody wanna live, but they wanna live scared 

 Die motherfucker Die, thats your life 

 

 [Ja Rule]

 Niggas know the truth 

 Rule raises the roof 

 Cuz I pop more shots than Abdul-Rauf 

 And when the concludes I bring closure to the situ 

 Come thru squeeze eight out the stolen black pinto 

 Niggas know my mental kill or be killed head for the hills 

 But dont never slide down it if you to high ground it 

 (puff, puff) uhhh! Is how it sounded two shots thru and silent 

 And one nigga stripped of his talents 

 New fucking Yiddy City the sex and violence 

 Where first time offenders get floated to the island 

 And one time give a nigga one time 

 Breathe wrong and a nigga have a blown mind 

 I blow lines like an addict 

 Bust guns erratic shine blind like carats 

 Rules above average me and this music make a marriage 

 So I thee wed till Im either jailed or dead motherfuckers

 Feel me niggas

 

 [Black Child]

 Word to God

 Feel us nigga

 We here, again

 It's Murda

 

 [Chorus x2]