street shit, Memph Bleek shit, Ja rule shit
 You heard nigga
 It's all real in the field nigga

 Chorus

 Niggaz live wit it, money drugs and murdah for life
 Bitches deal with it, only lovin them hoes for the night
 If your feeling it, get high its alright
 but you can't get it, until the day of our demise

 (repeat)

 (Memphis Bleek)

 You can holler at the dog haters wanna see me fall
 Bitches wanna too see me ball killers they don't wanna see me at all
 If I wasn't rolling with the rock
 Will you niggaz pass rock share birds or flash glocks
 I walk around wit two Mac's, razors and icepicks
 Just cause you niggaz want to see me hurtin like them
 Its all about the benjamins money cash hoe's
 livin through this shit i'm in nigger stack doe
 Street scholar, eight figure nigga white collar cat
 ain't the M-E-M-P-H man, bitch holla back
 I'm a creature smoking on hay since it was reefer
 Drug ass flow like I was cut wit ether
 Mark ass nigger don't want a part of this nigga spark with this nigga
 blaze bark wit this niga
 Me and Ja Rule fuckin you hoe's is what these guys do
 Ain't the type to buy you, mommy how you, slide cock inside you
 supply you with ten bitches times two, I'm a motherfuckin animal

 Chorus (2x)

 (Ja Rule)
 Fuck the world cause it ain't quite ready me
 I'm living my life niggaz take a look at these eyes
 Witness what it is to be real niggaz
 guns, drugs, hot slugs, coke runs, want some, get some
 Bad enough buy some nigga
 Fucking around with Ja and Bleek and get hit up
 Tearing your whole clique then we clip up
 Nigga thats what these Murderers nigga that's us
 What the fuck, is you ready to die right now nigga?
 Know you feelin my style nigga
 Run wit nothing but wild Brooknam and Queens Isle niggaz
 Hit em any nigger that breath rule riddel em wit hot one
 Ain't nigga like me, who you riding wit?
 Rolling nothing but hot shit your bitch my bitch
 Only difference is bitches on my dick blow dick
 How I cock spread hit ho's love that shit, you celibate
 I'll turn you into the freakest bitch
 Have you topless dancing in bars naked for dollars
 Y'all bitches know what my style is
 Always on some foul shit, Rule bitch
 Let the world know
 When I spit nothing but that murderous live wit it

 Chorus (2x)

 (Memphis Bleek)
 Hol-la! What you think of that, bitch where we freakin at
 Bum chick don't speak to that, fly momma creep wit that
 Live with it nigga hit it, don't stop get it get it
 Don't tricking bitching, would you fuck with it
 Brooknam and Queens
 Yo, it means more killin, more guns, more drugs, more real ass niggaz
 HOLLA don't give a fuck, DOLLAS niggaz what you want get it
 Crump blaze skunk, what the fuck y'all want nigga!

 (Ja Rule)
 None of me cause, I hit em wit to much style
 And my energy got these niggaz creatin lil me's
 I'm a lock and squeeze know that its my time
 If I leave air breath niggaz haten on mines
 I'm a nightmare niggas better prepare  to die
 And deal wit Ja hollerin Murda 4 life!

 Chorus(2x)

 Uhh yeah
 Ja Rule, Memph Bleek
 Holla back, Roc-a-Fella
 Its Mur-da, Its Mur-da  uh uh
 We out