Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song We Murderers Baby , by - Ja Rule. Release date: 03.08.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
We Murderers Baby |
| 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!) |