Song of the Day
Title: Murdergram
Artist: Jay-Z feat. DMX, Ja Rule
[Jay-Z]
Niggas is dead, dead I tell you, can't be serious
What you think is gonna happen
With three of the illest niggas together
Street music and so fourth on one track, huh?
Can't be serious, it's murda nigga, huh, it's murda
Mothafuckers wanna kill me but don't got the heart
To look me in the eyes with the nine and spark
'Cause whether your for or against this
When I spit with murderous intentions, everybody goes everybody knows
The weapons I possess they not for show
And you put dresses on your weapons when you walk out the door
See once I flash, mothafuckers better do the one shot dash
Or be one shot ass
J to the A-Y to the, drive by to your hood screamin bye-bye to ya
Why would you fuck with me
Knowing I put you six feet deep and them niggas could die wit'cha
Cock the hot pistol and pop the hot pistol
And promise you only one thing, I will not miss you
J-Hova know the god'll served ya
'Cause dead or alive when I arrive it's murda
[Ja Rule]
Shit I hope ya'll niggas know to lay low now
'Cause thou shall perish if thou don't bow down
'Cause I hit em on sight, it's dark dim the lights
You shot twice god bless to this the night
That alotta niggas fear the coming of their life
And you dead right to be in hell looking for ice
Fuckin' with Ja ya'll bitch niggas talking shit
All on my dick ya'll broke niggas making me rich
You gonna blaze me cause you high ripped off the Henne, right
Flow semi-hot handling me your not
Check my forte not even on a bad day you beat this
Rather beat your dick or your bitch
My flow be the sick shit, gravely ill
Niggas dying cause they know I spit like iron, nothing but sparks flyin'
Flows and mics, hell and night, go together like heaven and light
Niggas ain't seein my plight, It's alright
I let the world know I shine like geist
I bet it all I can throw a hard four in the dice
'Cause I'm a gambling man, you should gamble with a gat in your hand
Spin the barrel and put it to your head
'Cause we don't dance no more all we do is cock and spit
Dedicated to giving ya'll nothing but thug shit
Think we playing, you'll undoubtable fall further
Fuckin' with I-N-C, it's murda
[DMX]
I'm a cruddy nigga, goin' raw-dog in dirty bitches
And if I get burnt, I'm givin that shit to thirty bitches
You say you know a nigga like me, guess again Papi
I might smile up in your face, but I ain't your friend Papi
Jump out the fifteen hundred like "run it," niggas don't want it
Get it, done it, when I'm blunted
However it went down, I made it happen, made it scrappin'
I made it fussin', bustin', I made it cappin'
And lettin' off wasn't nothing new to a nigga
Something to do to a nigga, cause you's a fool nigga
I know your type, you hype, all up off that fake shit
You can't understand why a man would have to take shit
Or steal shit, but this is that real, niggas kill shit, peel shit
I hit you in your head and you won't feel shit!!!
UURRRRRR
Let the dogs lose on a nigga's ass
Find out if the niggas faster than the trigger blast
A fucking snake in the truest form
Knowin' damn well that what I do is wrong, but what I do is strong
Niggas is makin' movies so I gots to stop production
I need a block to function and maybe I'll stop destructin'
The blocks is not for frontin', so let me get that shorty
'Cause you don't need that shorty
You don't know what to do with that shorty
You might as well hit this 40, before you hit the floor
Another 24, what you want, money? More?
Them niggas did it raw, with no condom
You'll find em, sayin' sorry for what he said before I blind em
Get the flame out the four-fifth, and there ain't gonna be no more riff
Dog you on the floor stiff, but would of made it to the door if
Bullets travled a lot slower, and you ran a lot faster
But they don't and you can't so don't think about after
'Cause tomorrow ain't comin', so stop runnin'
'Cause you gonna die like a sucker
Murder, motherfucker
Uh, where my motherfuckin' dogs at, uh, uh
My nigga Jigga, my dog Ja, Irv Gotti, Ruff Ryders, Def Jam
Where my dogs at?, Top Fyfe uh, where my dogs at?
Hold me down baby, hold me down baby,
Boomer, one love nigga, URRRRRR, murda motherfucker
Artist: Jay-Z feat. DMX, Ja Rule
[Jay-Z]
Niggas is dead, dead I tell you, can't be serious
What you think is gonna happen
With three of the illest niggas together
Street music and so fourth on one track, huh?
Can't be serious, it's murda nigga, huh, it's murda
Mothafuckers wanna kill me but don't got the heart
To look me in the eyes with the nine and spark
'Cause whether your for or against this
When I spit with murderous intentions, everybody goes everybody knows
The weapons I possess they not for show
And you put dresses on your weapons when you walk out the door
See once I flash, mothafuckers better do the one shot dash
Or be one shot ass
J to the A-Y to the, drive by to your hood screamin bye-bye to ya
Why would you fuck with me
Knowing I put you six feet deep and them niggas could die wit'cha
Cock the hot pistol and pop the hot pistol
And promise you only one thing, I will not miss you
J-Hova know the god'll served ya
'Cause dead or alive when I arrive it's murda
[Ja Rule]
Shit I hope ya'll niggas know to lay low now
'Cause thou shall perish if thou don't bow down
'Cause I hit em on sight, it's dark dim the lights
You shot twice god bless to this the night
That alotta niggas fear the coming of their life
And you dead right to be in hell looking for ice
Fuckin' with Ja ya'll bitch niggas talking shit
All on my dick ya'll broke niggas making me rich
You gonna blaze me cause you high ripped off the Henne, right
Flow semi-hot handling me your not
Check my forte not even on a bad day you beat this
Rather beat your dick or your bitch
My flow be the sick shit, gravely ill
Niggas dying cause they know I spit like iron, nothing but sparks flyin'
Flows and mics, hell and night, go together like heaven and light
Niggas ain't seein my plight, It's alright
I let the world know I shine like geist
I bet it all I can throw a hard four in the dice
'Cause I'm a gambling man, you should gamble with a gat in your hand
Spin the barrel and put it to your head
'Cause we don't dance no more all we do is cock and spit
Dedicated to giving ya'll nothing but thug shit
Think we playing, you'll undoubtable fall further
Fuckin' with I-N-C, it's murda
[DMX]
I'm a cruddy nigga, goin' raw-dog in dirty bitches
And if I get burnt, I'm givin that shit to thirty bitches
You say you know a nigga like me, guess again Papi
I might smile up in your face, but I ain't your friend Papi
Jump out the fifteen hundred like "run it," niggas don't want it
Get it, done it, when I'm blunted
However it went down, I made it happen, made it scrappin'
I made it fussin', bustin', I made it cappin'
And lettin' off wasn't nothing new to a nigga
Something to do to a nigga, cause you's a fool nigga
I know your type, you hype, all up off that fake shit
You can't understand why a man would have to take shit
Or steal shit, but this is that real, niggas kill shit, peel shit
I hit you in your head and you won't feel shit!!!
UURRRRRR
Let the dogs lose on a nigga's ass
Find out if the niggas faster than the trigger blast
A fucking snake in the truest form
Knowin' damn well that what I do is wrong, but what I do is strong
Niggas is makin' movies so I gots to stop production
I need a block to function and maybe I'll stop destructin'
The blocks is not for frontin', so let me get that shorty
'Cause you don't need that shorty
You don't know what to do with that shorty
You might as well hit this 40, before you hit the floor
Another 24, what you want, money? More?
Them niggas did it raw, with no condom
You'll find em, sayin' sorry for what he said before I blind em
Get the flame out the four-fifth, and there ain't gonna be no more riff
Dog you on the floor stiff, but would of made it to the door if
Bullets travled a lot slower, and you ran a lot faster
But they don't and you can't so don't think about after
'Cause tomorrow ain't comin', so stop runnin'
'Cause you gonna die like a sucker
Murder, motherfucker
Uh, where my motherfuckin' dogs at, uh, uh
My nigga Jigga, my dog Ja, Irv Gotti, Ruff Ryders, Def Jam
Where my dogs at?, Top Fyfe uh, where my dogs at?
Hold me down baby, hold me down baby,
Boomer, one love nigga, URRRRRR, murda motherfucker
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