Artist: Ja Rule f/ Black Child, Dave Bing, Tah Murdah Album: Rule 3:36 Song: Die Typed by: ja_rule@lowrider.com [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 ain't never been nothing I hit the block if this shit get ugly And it ain't 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 (It's gangsta) yeah and ain't no nigga gone match me Stocky, chubby nigga voice real raspy I see you real flashy "but that ain't gone last nigga" Pop fire off shots "and that's your ass nigga" It's war now that's 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 won't die And some niggas will say they gangsta but they won't ride And while it's hard for you to decide I'll let it fly Forty shots hit your ride up hit the tropics and hide up Under palm tree's to white sand Everything is a price man You snipe when bullets are piping hot When it's your flesh it begin warming you Now die motherfucker die Cuz I'm tired of warning you [Black Child] Yeah we hear now, die motherfucker Don't be scared now, die motherfucker Black Child I'm off parole it's murda now In a hood near you about to burn it down Word to God it feels like I'm from every hood Cuz when you ghetto your ghetto with gats you good Sell cracks if you could bust your gat when you should It's 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 it's war now It's all about paper that's my issue Fuck peace you can have a piece of the pistol [Chorus 2X: Ja Rule] Everybody gonna die but nobody want dead Die motherfucker die, it's your life Everybody wanna live, but they wanna live scared Die motherfucker Die, that's 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 don't 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 I'm either jailed or dead motherfuckers Feel me niggas [Black Child] Word to God Feel us nigga We here, again It's Murda [Chorus 2X]