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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ja Rule
Vocals
Black Child
Additional Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Irving Lorenzo
Composer
Jeffrey Atkins
Lyrics
Robert Mays
Composer
Ramel Gill
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Irv Gotti
Producer
Lil Rob
Producer
Tom Vercillo
Recording Engineer
Ken "Supa Engineer" Duro
Mixing Engineer
Pat Viala
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah, here we go
Feel this shit
Into the new world
A new day
Ja Rule, Irv Gotti, ****
It's Murda
[Verse 2]
Yea we here now, don't get scared now
Ja Rule **** 'bout to tear shit down
What, y'all thought y'all was goin' eat forever?
And my dog wouldn't blaze heat for chedda
We better eat together or meet at the crossroads
'Cause the Lord knows it's Murda, hold those
When yo casket close and yo souls rise high
Remember the dead don't die, 'less they fuck with I
[Verse 3]
**** know who dope, yo
Shit, the flow is wretched
And my G too futuristic for your hoes to catch it
I'm a god-send, the fallen angel when I do sin
Far from perfection but still considered a gem
Thank you, Lord, for givin' me wind beneath my wings
When the miracle spittin', there shall be no witnesses to the pain
In my ignorance I charge to the game
So many loved is slain by bullets with dead aim
I weathered the change
Stormed through the streets in the rage
Can't complain, a **** live to die in the flame
'Cause I torture, J to A to R-U-L-E
**** can't be seriously fucking with me
What you holla 'bout
We can hit up an alley and air out
Bullets exit the barrel then enter your mouth
That's how I'm built
Under the floss there's nothin' but filth
Don't let it fool you
I still let them slugs heat up and cool you
Or forever more, so help me Lord
Gonna find a way to my grave just because I'm a murderer
[Verse 4]
Whole, not part
Cut me open
I bleed for the ink from the heart
When I start it's usually endless
Pop one with gloves on
Make you check for forensic, son
In your appendix son, you got hit up, huh?
Fucking with Ja, you know it murda
[Verse 5]
Yeah, we here now
Don't get scared now
Ja Rule **** 'bout to tear shit down`
What, y'all thought y'all was goin' eat forever?
And my dog wouldn't blaze heat for chedda
We better eat together or meet at the crossroads
'Cause the Lord knows it's Murda, hold those
When yo casket close and yo souls rise high
Remember the dead don't die, 'less they fuck with I
[Verse 6]
Rule spits monotonous
Hot as apocalypse
Now you eyein' this ferocious mic supremist
Whose limits is endless
This **** here done risen
Murderous flows killed suspicion
**** is too light in the ass to be shitting
Hollis Ave historical **** respect tradition
'Cause all I see is bloodshed and **** wanna see me dead
Inherit the style, it's somethin' like a million square miles
Till I find 'em and hit 'em and be done with 'em
Givin' is gettin' and **** get got for bullshittin'
I'ma run up on **** gunnin' 'em down
And you confess that I'm the best
So who's touchin' me now?
Shipped three hundred thou with a frestyle
Fucking you up
And got you hoes in the back rows
Tossin' it up
I got the touch 'cause my flow is bananas
Bitches can't stand us
We ghetto fabulous
Aim when I bust and blast on surprise
If y'all **** don't know, you need to see me live
I'm like two .45s spittin' in every direction
Y'all **** is hoes in stilettos and thongs
It's the break of a new day
Maybe you'll get to see violently
What drives me, take 'em back to the gutter
Smother the world in filth
Rule's the name and now you goin' see how I'm built, ****
[Verse 7]
Yea we here now, don't get scared now
Ja Rule **** 'bout to tear shit down
What, y'all thought y'all was goin' eat forever?
And my dog wouldn't blaze heat for chedda
We better eat together or meet at the crossroads
'Cause the Lord knows it's Murda, hold those
When yo casket close and yo souls rise high
Remember the dead don't die, 'less they fuck with I
Written by: Irving Lorenzo, Jeffrey Atkins, Ramel Gill, Robert Mays