Artist: ja rule
Song: murder me
Year: 2002
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 niggaz
I murder by number, niggaz
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's all
Ha ha ha ha
Baby when your sexin' me
I kinda like when ya, murder me
Baby, murder me
Baby when your sexin' me
I kinda like when ya, murder me
Baby, murder me
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 you're doin' your thing, go ahead momma
I got no problem being on the bottom
The way you shake that ass like hoe'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
Baby when your sexin' me
I kinda like when ya, murder me
Baby, murder me
Yo, yo
We can go from the bed to the hot tub
Until you get enough
Mommy l'll call ya bluff and put it up in ya guts
'Cuz l'm a gangsta, so l'll hit her wit the gangsta touches
Bottle of Hennesey, Dro and some Dutches
Man l'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 l'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 tongues
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 it when ya, murder me
Baby, murder me
Baby when your sexin' me
I kinda like it when ya, murder me
Baby, murder me
Hold on baby, you need to holla at the king as your sexual paralysis
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 to the basics?
Face it, your fuckin', wit a cocksman love
And you defend on the ball like Garry the Glove
Paintin', no relation not a lot of sation
She brought her own K Y, ready for penetration
I'm patient, l'll murder the puss when l'm ready
But meanwhile, and me doin' this Marvin Gay medley
And you'll murder me the same way that I murder you, baby
Baby when your sexin' me
I kinda like it when ya, murder me
Baby, murder me
Baby when your sexin' me
I kinda like it when ya, murder me
Baby, murder me
