[Intro: Memphis Bleek & Ja Rule]
Yeah
(Uh)
What y'all n***as want? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Street shit
Memph Bleek shit (Uh, yeah), Ja Rule
(Ya heard, n***a)
It's real (Yo) here in these fields, n***a

[Chorus: Ja Rule & Memphis Bleek]
N***as live wit it
Money drugs and murda for life
Bitches deal wit it
Only lovin' them hoes for the night
If you feelin' it
Get high, it's alright
But you can get it
'Till the day of our demise
N***as live wit it
Money drugs and murda for life
Bitches deal wit it
Only lovin' them hoes for the night
If you feelin' it
Get high, it's alright (Yo)
But you can get it (Yea)
'Till the day (Uh) of our (Yo) demise
[Verse 1: Memphis Bleek]
You could holla at the dog
Haters wanna see me fall
Bitches, wanna see me ball
Killers!, they don't wanna see me at all
If I wasn't rollin' with the Roc
Will you n***as pass rock, share birds or flash Glocks?
I walk around with two Macs, razors and ice picks
Just cause you n***as wanna see me hurtin' like them
It's all about the Benjamins, money, cash, hoe's
Livin through this shit I'm in, n***a stack dough
Street scholar, eight figure n***a, 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've been cut with ether
Mark ass n***a don't want parts of this n***a
Spark with this n***a
Blaze bark with this n***a
Me and Ja Rule fuckin' you hoes is what these guys do
Ain't the type to buy you, mami how you, slide cock inside you
Supply you, with ten bitches times two
I'm a motherfuckin animal

[Chorus: Ja Rule]
N***as live wit it
Money drugs and murda for life
Bitches deal wit it
Only lovin' them hoes for the night
If you feelin' it
Get high, it's alright
N***as can get it
'Till the day of our demise
N***as live wit it
Money drugs and murda for life
Bitches deal wit it
Only lovin' them hoes for the night
If you feelin' it
Get high, it's alright
N***as can get it
'Till the day of our demise
[Verse 2: Ja Rule]
Fuck the world 'cause it ain't quite ready for me
I'm living my life, n***as, take a look at these eyes
Witness what it is to be real, n***as
Guns, drugs, hot slugs, coke runs, want some, get some, bad enough? pop some, n***a
Fucking around with Ja and Bleek, get hit up
Tearing your whole clique up, then we clip up
N***a that's what the murderers, n***a that's us
What the fuck, is you ready to die right now n***a?
Know you feelin' my style, n***a
Run with nothing but wild Brooknam and Queens Isle n***as, hit 'em
Any n***a that breath, Rule riddle 'em with hot one
Ain't no n***a like me, who you ridin' with?
Rollin' nuttin' but hot shit, your bitch, my bitch
Only difference is bitches on my dick blow dick
How I cock spread hit, hoes love that shit, you celibate?
I turn you into the freakiest bitch
Have you topless dancing in bars naked for dollars
Y'all bitches know what my style is
Always in some foul shit, Rule bitch
Let the world know when I spit, nuttin' but the murderous
Live with it

[Chorus: Ja Rule & Memphis Bleek]
N***as live wit it
Money drugs and murda for life
Bitches deal wit it
Only lovin' them hoes for the night
If you feelin' it
Get high, it's alright
N***as can get it
'Till the day of our demise
N***as live wit it
Money drugs and murda for life
Bitches deal wit it
Only lovin' them hoes for the night
If you feelin' it
Get high, it's alright
N***as can get it (Yo, yo, yo)
'Till the day of our demise
[Verse 3: Memphis Bleek & Ja Rule]
Holla, what you think of that, bitch! where we freakin' at?
Bum chick, I don't speak to that, fly momma creep with that
Live with it, n***a hit it, don't stop get it, get it
Don't trickie bitch, would you fuck with it?
Brooknam and Queens (Murda)
Yo, it means more killers (Murda), more guns, more drugs, more real ass n***as
Holla, don't give a fuck
Dollas, n***a what you want?
Get it crump blaze skunk, what the fuck y'all want, n***a

[Verse 4: Ja Rule]
None of me 'cause, I hit 'em with too much style
And my energy, got these n***as creatin' lil me's
I'ma lock, aim, squeeze
Know that it's my time if I leave air breath
N***as hatin' on mines, I'm a nightmare, n***as better prepare to die
And deal with Ja hollerin' murda for life!

[Chorus: Ja Rule]
N***as live wit it
Money drugs and murda for life
Bitches deal wit it
Only lovin' them hoes for the night
If you feelin' it
Get high, it's alright
N***as can get it
'Till the day of our demise
N***as live wit it
Money drugs and murda for life
Bitches deal wit it
Only lovin' them hoes for the night
If you feelin' it
Get high, it's alright
N***as can get it
'Till the day of our demise

[Outro: Ja Rule]
Uh
Yeah
N***a
Ja Rule
Memph Bleek
Holla back
Roc-A-Fella
It's Murda
It's Murda, uh, uh
We out