THE MURDERERS

THE MURDERERS - We Different lyrics

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(feat. Black Child, Ja Rule, Tah Murdah)

Word to God

Yo yo yo

I neva liked cha'll niggas

Word to God, and I neva will

'Cuz y'all niggas is ass, y'all bitches

We different, y'all niggas ain't like us

We different, word to God, we murderers

[Tah Murdah]

Y'all niggas is scared and unprepared for the war

We gon' kill *silence* and thats for sure

So fuck that, stack crack, bricks and flip

You bust yo' cap but yo' aim ain't accurate

You'll clap a bitch but won't clap a click

Nigga my mack'll spit and hit that ac' you with

We gon' talk about guns and y'all talk about cars

We gon' talk about murda when y'all talk about broads

When niggas spit and hit me if the lord ain't with me

Ain't none of y'all niggas is gonna come to hell and get me

Niggas ?geling? with me know I'm going to foreva spit

'Cuz I got cheddar to get, I'ma foul and ???

With two co-defenders, drive by, Tah, and I

Said the dead don't die unless they fuck with Ja

If sellin crack is wrong, god forgive me for my sins

I bust my mack ten and them claps I'm spinnin' in

[Chorus: Ja, Tah, and Black Child]

We different, you can call us the Murdera's

We different, you don't wanna fuck with us

We different, how we see the souls through the eyes

Live for life, its murda for life nigga

We different, you can call us the Murdera's

We different, you don't wanna fuck with us

We different, how we see the souls through the eyes

Live for life, its murda for life nigga

[Black Child]

My nigga silence is the code for killers, we let the chrome speak

And touch whoeva, 'cuz no niggas beyond reach

We the drum heat, y'all niggas will fall faster

Spitting like nine raptors, crush 'em like linebackers

Nigga, this shit is a joke? You die and ??? the laughter

And thats for, whoever intervene or stoppin the green in it

For the longevity, check the pedigree

So if I feel you ahead of me, tomorrow you'll neva see

We murderers with money to get, honies to hit

?Rugars? and dummies to spit, leavin you mummy to stiff

I'm one that'll flip, breakin the law chasin the raw

Beat you with the barrel of the gun, breakin ya jaw

Takin it all, fuck leavin the crumbs for niggas

Slum jones for niggas, now I strap up and come for niggas

And when I'm done with niggas they rest on they death bed

With the doctor pullin lead outta they head

I'll die for the bread

[Chorus]

[Ja Rule]

I don't really give a fuck about y'all niggas

I'll sabotage with niggas, 'cuz niggas actin like bitches

Causing me to start shittin, I'm the Murderer

Who the fuck you thought you was?

Little man shut the fuck up, respect the boss

You gotta be kidding me, nigga you a kid to me

Suckin my dick when I was with the Click in nine-three

Get'cha own identidy, you fuckin dick ridah

A year ago, nigga you was a b-boy for lifah

Stay frontin, when all eyes on the Jeeps

The only nigga I see puching somethin is me

I should be sunnin' y'all niggas for y'all cut

Fuckin on y'all sluts, but cha'll niggas aint worth that much

You should be glad I'm shittin and shed light to the fact

If you shit back then maybe y'all niggas might go plat

I'm the pinnacle of that, young, stressed, and black

Think it out with the mind with the heart, attack

In the soul I tend to get attached, these the things that

Make me different, undeniably gifted

Its scripted that I'ma kill 'em all from the heart

The world's most dangerous, race against time, and march

Y'all niggas wanna start the war right now

I hit 'em up and tear 'em right to the ground

Its the Murdera's, nigga you want it with us?

What the fucks up? What the fucks up nigga?

[Chorus]

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