Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Murder Me, artist - Ja Rule. Date of issue: 31.12.2001
Song language: English
Murder Me |
| Uh, uh, yeah |
| We back up in this motherfucker |
| Murder Inc |
| Ha ha |
| I go by the name of the Rule |
| You know |
| Got my nigga Chink Santana in the house |
| My nigga Buck, my clique niggas |
| My murder by number niggas |
| My nigga black, 0−1 you know |
| My new nigga life… what's happenin? |
| Yeah |
| Bout the let these bitches know like you know |
| When we fuckin em and shit all crazy |
| You want a nigga callin shit |
| We ain’t got time for that ma |
| We just come threw and murder the puss that all |
| Ha ha ha ha |
| Baby when your sexin me |
| I kinda like when ya… murder me |
| Baby… murder me |
| (Repeat once) |
| Listen love I know your used to gettin sweet nothings whispered to ya |
| But my dick game will ruined ya mind and influence ya to do certain things |
| Like hop in the range, in the rain, ass naked, to get spanked |
| This is your world and your doin your thing go ahead momma |
| I got no problem being on the bottom |
| The way you shake that ass like ho’s from Harlem |
| Reminds me to call ya the same time tommora |
| Cuz baby I’m impressed, by the way you, shake them ass and hips |
| By the way you make me wanna leave the one I’m wit |
| Take the spot of being my «down ass bitch» |
| Baby murder me, heh |
| The way I murder you, heh |
| That look in your eyes is like the sunrise when your fuckin me |
| Baby when your sexin me |
| I kinda like when ya… murder me |
| Baby… murder me |
| (Repeat once) |
| Yo, yo |
| We can go from the bed to the hot tub |
| Until you get enough |
| Mommy I’ll call ya bluff and put it up in ya gut |
| Cuz I’m a gangsta, so I’ll hit her wit the gangsta touches |
| Bottle of henesey, dro and some dutches |
| Man I’ll pull up in like three in the mornin, honkin |
| You at the door wit a t-shirt on and a thongs |
| And tellin me come on in get out of the cold |
| But never the less I hit the flesh and gotta go, rarely though |
| Let me put a buck in your ear |
| And let you know I’m the thug of the year |
| And the last thing I do is care |
| Legs up, killin it, drillin it |
| Man she feelin it, shiverin, talkin in tounges |
| Caddy gotta sprong, daddy long shlong |
| We get it on, like pong |
| Stars wit a gangsta twist to it |
| Now lets do it |
| So whenever your ready just page me |
| And you’ll see, How I murda, and hearda, the pussy |
| Baby when your sexin me |
| I kinda like when ya… murder me |
| Baby… murder me |
| (Repeat once) |
| Hold on baby you gotta holla at the king as your sexual pralus |
| Is more than wild it’s border lined and foul |
| Your look, your style, that freaky smile |
| Got me layin dick to ya god bless the child |
| I get hold it’s on I make ya scream and moan |
| The thugs nature, how could a nigga hate the |
| Way I flip it, smack it, bounce it, ride it, taste it |
| Lick her tits, break down the walls the basics |
| Face it, your fuckin wit a cocksman love |
| And you defend on the ball like Garry the Glove |
| Paintin, no relation |
| Not alot of sation |
| Brought her own K-Y ready for penetration |
| I patient, I’ll murder the puss when I’m ready |
| But meanwhile, and me doin this Marvin Gay medley |
| And you’ll murder me the same way I murder you |
| Baby |
| Baby when your sexin me |
| I kinda like when ya… murder me |
| Baby… murder me |
| (Repeat Once) |