Представляем точный текст композиции "Murderers" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Ja Rule . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Murderers» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Ja Rule передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Ja Rule - "Murderers"
Lyrics to Murderers : [Black Child] Uh huh, we did it Motherfucker Somebody gotta do it It gotta get done, why not get it done with the gun' Word to god Yo yo yo Chorus: Ja Rule Murdera, inside must be hollow Kill us today or youll have to kill us tomorrow Murdera, inside must be shallow How does it feel to take a life of anotha Murdera, inside must be hollow Kill us today or youll have to kill us tomorrow Murdera, inside must be shallow How does it feel to take a life... [Black Child] Its murda and its not a game Yall *Silence* gonna feel the flames and a lotta pain Let me explain from day one its murda one with no gun Taking income, makin bitch niggas run The nine-one-one roll up nigga what We got the four pund tucked, the Porsche look plush Niggas get fuckin clapped and killed for flossin That probly why niggas get killed so often Nothin to live for type a nigga I did a bid for Snitch bitch niggas that aint built for war Is it because we aint got no love for thugs And slugs for drugs, the worlds most murdarous Black Child, nigga you know how the fuck I do Put two in you, then puff a blunt at your funeral I might touch yo click and fuck yo bitch Butchoo never heard a nigga spit shit like this Chours [Tah Murdah] When Im gunnin Im coming on ''' shit rubber grip Four shit on the sawed off, blowin the doors off the Range Rov shit Fo sho this, is somethin we die for And my murderas I lie and fry for Murda man, when the shit hit the fan The plan formulate, for instance, fuck a percentage you need the all the cake Put the four to snakes make em lay for raw Fuck the game, cuz nigga I dont play no more Size em up, nevermind if you ridin tough Count em out til his eyes is puff, despising us I got hungry thugs thatll tie you up And they aint got a problem with, snub nose revolver shit We hard to hit, my moms a Crip We thristy niggas thatll rob ya bitch for the love of the chips So when Im soaking the whip, yall niggas keep hatin Gotta stash where the heats placed in, paper I keep chasin Motherfucker, uh uh Chorus [Ja Rule] Yo, yo... Forever young this face kills so many all die, nigga must I' Confess my sins, to the souls of the unknown, why' Would you ever disrespect my niggas We murderous engines that lead to lynchins Index, itching, ready to run up and hit em Let the teflon spin em, they say "look how Ja did em" I a murdera , Inced and blood you know you heard of us Murderers juts because we the shhhhhhh Make a nigga much harder to hit with the ox We can take it back, give me five minutes in the box Or trade hot rocks til one of us drops Nothin but shells and you can hear the shot for blocks Im giving em hell, while niggas steady hollerin "stop" I spit sixteens with aim and continue to pop Motherfuckers, whatchoo want with this shit The murderous I-N-C, nigga Chorus MURDERA [ Murderers Lyrics ]
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