We Murderers Baby - Ja Rule, Vita

Ja’s the dream and nigga’s wake up and sweats its about

Horse head in your bed, nigga

Gun your mouth

Potty it out

Wrong nigga

Spit one more thang and have your hood pouring out liqour

Cause my niggas run through lesbians

Niggas, that act like brawds

Feel the strip and thus be gone

Hold up, nigga that done spread up

You might wanna keep in touch with the murderers

Cause we, the murderers I.N.C

Is above yall niggas, it’s the lord in me

And we can never be at a love’s lost

But you, showed me love ain’t boss

Feel the force

This young horse

Known as rule

Gave more paper to jigga for my ewls

And lord knows ain’t no pussy going to stop my flow

I don’t love you hoes, I’m out the door

(~Vita~)

You that motherfucking bitch, Vita nigga

You want me to ryde you nigga

Clap up and hide you nigga

Been beside my niggas for this long

I’m keeping my head right and tight and doe long

I can go on, about shit I’ve been through

Transponed, keys are in too

Shit I got issues

If I pop a bitch

Then she probably a snitch

L-A-V-I-T-A-A-A-K-A Taday Vallet shit

When my niggas from my bitches

Sold drugs from niggas to the murderes

I’m the bitch, sometimes I even spit on chicks

Cause in the clubs, I sip Crys', and I piss the shit, baby

I know your brawds been feeling me, lately, now livin and lay

Cause I touch them with gun blades, dark is us

Any light, shine, we bust

Vita, Gotti and Rule, we make up the murderers

(~Vita~)

The reasons why I pop between the lie

Be the same reasons I clap off the nines

Roll up on bronx, like, who da hot bitch

And stock, with some sweats, humpin out on sixth

(Ja Rule)

That’s it, go head baby, floss out bitches

But me, I’m continue to clap niggas

Strike and heavy hitters that, play the field, reveal

Pull that weapon and re-keep the seal

(Vita and Ja Rule)

It’s murder to the end (It's murder for life)

Only Jesus Christ made us a strong sacrifice

These niggas I die for, lies to the fed form

Set out these bitch niggas, I pick them in bad form

(Ja Rule)

Baby, I’m long gone, but I’m loyal

For the love that you show your bitches

And spread to your thugs

And they tongue kiss slugs

When the fucking wit us

You crazy, that’s why (We Murderers baby!)