Word to god
 Y'all 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
 Y'all niggaz could get it
 Act like y'all don't know
 {rapping}
 In a world that's ice cold, blacks die slowly
 Cats snatch rollies, gats'll 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 shit's 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 that's 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
 I'm tryin to eat like Russel
 Murda is my hustle 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 could feel the hatred, taste it
 You high right now, you ain't ready to die right now
 The .45 will calm you down, you under trauma now
 It's 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

 [Chorus] ( Black Child )
 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 could feel the hatred, taste it
 It's 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 y'all niggaz hate me
 I drop bodies off where the lakes be
 But lately, I've 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 I'ma brawl wit
 I'm a tank running in banks and takinall of it
 Player we're flawless, wit nutten to lose gunz bustin
 And brossen niggerz y'all can't live
 Funny shit about it, niggers wanna hit me, forget about it
 Thug shit I'm still livin y'all 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
 There's only one and then you get numb and lied to rest
 It's murda the only code to the ghetto
 It's 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 I'm tryin to tell you
 You're holdin hammers and nails and
 We have you where the dogz couldn't smell you

 [Chorus] ( Black Child )
 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 could feel the hatred, taste it
 It's 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]
 Ja's a muthafuckin problem
 Any nigga think not, I'ma pop him
 Put the lean 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 blow
 I'ma 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? We'll kidnap yo kids
 And clap up yo crib, It's the MuRdErAz
 Who you know wit gunz that kill shit
 Just because we're them hot niggerz
 Sell mo records than Roc niggaz
 I'ma lock it down for six months and shock niggaz
 What's my name?
 J the A R.U.L.E. with them hoez get between more sheetz than Isley
 You can't deny me, I'm the muthafuckin one
 Druggin bitches like Heron(heroin)
 The god be the Rule, if you're 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 don't wanna her how it soundz, When we cock them flames
 It's Murda And ain't shit gon change
 Niggaz