Представляем точный текст композиции "The Murderers" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Ja Rule . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «The 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 - "The Murderers"
Lyrics to The Murderers : {Black Child} Word to god Yall know who the fuck this is You know we would kidnap yo kidz You know what the fuck we do Murder bitch niggaz like you For real, all the time, any place, anywhere Yall niggaz could get it Act like yall dont know {rapping} In a world thats ice cold, blacks die slowly Cats snatch rollies, gatsll leave you holy My momma always told me the streetz will slow me down Daddy never showed me how the heat will hold me down So now I rob and steal, spit shit you feal, wit a clique that kills Yea my shits that real, I hustle hard all my life Ran the streetz all night My wife alwayz said everything was gonna be ait And she was right and thats one reason why I love her But everything she said went in one ear and out the other Word to mother, look at it from a thug point of view When the kids need clothes, what a thug gon do' Hit the streetz and hustle, pick up the heat and bust you Im tryin to eat like Russel Murda is my hustle But you keep chasin yestarday, you gon miss tomorow Its murda motherfucker we dont beg or borrow We take shit, fuck you and yo fake bitch, when the eight (.8mm) spit You could feel the hatred, taste it You high right now, you aint ready to die right now The .45 will calm you down, you under trauma now Its drama how a child will shut shit down Kill 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 { Black Child } If you chasin yestraday, you gon miss tomorow Its murda motherfucker, we dont beg or borrow We take shit, fuck you and yo fake bitch When the .8 spit you could feel the hatred, taste it Its your blood, when we show blood, we murderers (murdaraz) We throw slugz, we huselazz (huselazz) we sell drugz And tell thugz live it up till yo time stopz {Tah Murda} Yo I give a fuck if yall niggaz hate me I drop bodies off where the lakes be But lately, Ive been hitin cribz And safes where the cake be I take three to the vest for the love of the dolla I put that hot shit thru you and watch you Holla Holla The same niggaz that I ball wit Ima brawl wit Im a tank running in banks and takinall of it Player were flawless, wit nutten to lose gunz bustin And brossen niggerz yall cant live Funny shit about it, niggers wanna hit me, forget about it Thug shit Im still livin yall niggaz just spit about it I rob and stomp niggaz 2/3rd of my life The other 1/3 spent sittin on curbz chasin those birdz If you ever get the urge to come by and try to test Theres only one and then you get numb and lied to rest Its murda the only code to the ghetto Its murda, nigga hand me the bezzle And dance with the devil, gunz rapidly spit Gangsta shit, attractin yo bitch, gettin head and lean back in the whip I mastered the chipz, Nigga Im tryin to tell you Youre holdin hammers and nails and We have you where the dogz couldnt smell you { Black Child } If you chasin yestraday, you gon miss tomorow Its murda motherfucker, we dont beg or borrow We take shit, fuck you and yo fake bitch When the .8 spit you could feel the hatred, taste it Its your blood, when we show blood, we murderers (murdaraz) We throw slugz, we huselazz (huselazz) we sell drugz And tell thugz live it up till yo time stopz {Ja Rule} Jas a muthafuckin problem Any nigga think not, Ima pop him Put the lean on niggaz the minute I spot em Whos gettin it, I got him Nigga dead and gone Gonna guide em to the cross roads show em how those gunz blow Ima degenerate nigga addicted to hydro, switchin four lanes Top down wit my eyes closed, got a death wish Money, drugz, and murderer shit What you want with this' Well kidnap yo kids And clap up yo crib, Its the MuRdErAz Who you know wit gunz that kill shit Just because were them hot niggerz Sell mo records than Roc niggaz Ima lock it down for six months and shock niggaz Whats my name' J the A R.U.L.E. with them hoez get between more sheetz than Isley You cant deny me, Im the muthafuckin one Druggin bitches like Heron(heroin) The god be the Rule, if youre hot get bice and bice On your jewel to cop a Benz 20 inch chrome, the shoes, I got nuttin to lose but everything to live for Thoroughbread demand and supply the raw I put my smash down from N.Y. to Chi-Town INC Murder spittin in roundz You dont wanna her how it soundz, When we cock them flames Its Murda And aint shit gon change Niggaz!!! [ The Murderers Lyrics ]
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