Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song It's M***a, artist - Ja Rule. Date of issue: 31.12.1998
Song language: English
It's M***a |
| URRRRRRR |
| Uh huh |
| Y’all motherfuckers ready or what? |
| Is y’all motherfuckers ready or what? |
| I don’t think you are |
| I don’t think so! |
| They got my back against the building |
| I’m the villian that’s creeping around corners |
| Like shorty you see them niggas reaping around, warn us |
| Unless he coming through, gunning through, running through |
| So be careful what you do |
| See them slugs might come to you |
| As long as I can remeber, the streets have kept me safe |
| And ever since that time in December, the heat’s been in my waist |
| I need an extra set of eyes so I keep my dogs with me |
| Doctor says let them die till this fucking dog bit me |
| I don’t know what’s wrong with me |
| But it seems like since you heard of us |
| Y’all niggas been wanting to murder us |
| (?) the third of us |
| Still against me |
| And wanting to see me in the box |
| Grilling me all crazy when you see me in the locks |
| Leave you dead (red?) like fox |
| Ain’t nothing funny about that |
| I see you in a coma, ain’t coming up out that |
| You hold on for too long and they ain’t pulling the plug for you |
| I’ll run up in the joint myself and bust another slug for you |
| It’s murda |
| It’s murda motherfuckers |
| I take a squat then post up with the toast up |
| I bring beef to a closure |
| Know somethin? |
| I’m loathesome |
| I scream out fuck the world then I throw something |
| Niggas scheming hard but fuck it, it’s the god |
| I leave bullets lodged leave you leaning on your broad |
| And our punks leave you gagged up in your car |
| Slumping Kennedy-style with your memory out |
| What the fuck y’all want? |
| Daddio with the calico |
| Let the gaty blow leave you bleeding on your patio |
| I leave rivals on their backs looking up at the sky blue |
| Not only do I leave you I hide you |
| I before you |
| X and Ja-Rule |
| Death before the (sauna??) now and prior to |
| Boss man spy on you |
| Conspire you |
| Me die before you? |
| You liar, you |
| Niggas is dead off the hits I improve |
| Fuck it, I got the feds who ain’t buy it to |
| Y’all niggas don’t listen |
| When the streets are in prison |
| When we find them we twist them |
| They fucking up missing |
| Y’all don’t understand we want y’all all to hate it |
| It’s murda |
| Murder incorporated |
| It’s murda |
| In crime we all related |
| It’s murda |
| See if y’all can fake it |
| I’ma murderer and murdering anything that moves |
| Through ya nine niggas |
| Straight do or die niggas |
| Caught up and fall victim to the worst shit |
| X, Jigga, and Ja as expected |
| Shot on the world and reflect it |
| Niggas don’t respect it |
| So get it the worst way |
| Fuck with the wolves you get hunted like prey |
| Shot up in broad day |
| Now everybody want you |
| I’m feeling like: stupid didn’t the inc. |
| warn you the first time |
| It’s murda |
| Whenever you see blood |
| It’s murda |
| Lay you down for the love |
| That’s us |
| Leave the lights on |
| Knife through your windpipe |
| Cause most of your niggas ain’t cut right |
| You thinking it’s alright |
| But it ain’t |
| I’m paralyzing clowns up and down from the waist |
| Giving niggas facelifts and taking it |
| While making you bleed |
| And if I got a taste of the shit I’m taking more than you need |
| It’s nothing but love between me, you, and these slugs |
| Hit him up wrap his body up in (?) rug |
| Who holding the heat? |
| Who leaving niggas cold in the street? |
| Y’all know me, ya (?), Ja-Rule the O. G |
| Niggas better watch me closely |
| Get a grip, it’s hennessy that fuels all that murdery shit |
| When I look in the mirror my reflection is killer |
| Jigga, X, Ja niggas |
| It’s murda |