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Текст песни:

(Ashanti (Ja talking))
Always there when you call (Buckshots, hah), always on time
Gave you my....baby be mine
Always there when you call, always on time
Gave you my....baby

(Chorus - Ashanti)
Baby, I′m not always there when you call, but I′m always on time
And I gave you my all, now baby be mine
I′m not always there when you call, but I′m always on time
And I gave you my all, now baby be mine

(Ja Rule)
C′mon and get a piece of this late-night lover
You know, the one that swing dick like no other (shit)
I know, I got a lot of things I need to explain
But baby you know the name and love is about pain
So, stop the complaints and drop the order restraints
Our sex life′s a game so bat me down in the paint
′Cause I can′t wait no more
′Cause it′s about a quarter-past three and shorty′s eyein me
I got the Bentley valeted
And I′m just outside of Jersey, past the Palisades
And I love to see that ass in boots and shades
Hold down on the bed while I′m yankin your braids
Thug style, you never thought I′d make you smile
While I′m smackin your ass and fuckin you all wild
(With Ashanti) But we share somethin so rare, but who cares, you care

(Chorus)

Girl, get a grip, c′mon, pull it together
It′s only a sunshower, we been through worse weather
Like the stormy nights you wrote a Dear Ja letter
And took my Benz and keyed and cut the leather
Bitch, you know better, we live M-O-B
Money Over Bitches, Murder, I-N-C
I got two or three hoes for every V
And I keep ′em drugged up off that ecstasy
I′m a playground legend like Kirk with Pee-wee
Name a nigga in the league got more game than me
I play hard, there′s so many women I fathered
Meet ′em with scars and send ′em home hot and bothered
Truth or dare, this life ain′t apparantly fair
And a love with no glare is a crystal stare
But we share (with Ashanti) somethin so rare, but who cares, you care

(Chorus)

Oh I′m, feelin like ya livin a, double life
′Cause you don′t be comin home, sometimes
Baby, but you′re always, on time, checkin for one time
You and I, got a special bond together
We go back like bombers boo, in the coldest weather
And when I play you play the same way you freak me baby I fuck you crazy
Then I′m gone
Baby don′t really want me to get up and leave off that easy
She′ll be wakin up wet for sheezy
Remind these bitches to mind they business
Believe me, this pimp game is very religious
And I′m built like the Don Bishop
Gon′ keep this money-green Benz and my hoes as my witness
The life we share is a thug affair
(With Ashanti) But who cares, you care

(Chorus)

(Ashanti)

Always there when you call, always on time
Gave you my....baby be mine
Always there when you call, always on time
Gave you my....baby be mine

(Radio Announcer)
Here at W-I-Z we play nothing but the hits, nothing but the hits
Nothing but the muthafuckin hits

@ Ja Rule

Текст песни:

(feat. Fatal Hussein)

(Ja Rule)
Buck 89 on the boards . . . what up Buck
Word to God, Hussein, what up nigga
Haha, life is good . . . a yo
It′s a reality that . . . all the real niggaz
Have to smash on the bitch niggas
And you know I like to call this The Wrap, hehe, yeah, uh, yeah

(Verse)
It′s a Wrap and any men that don′t wanna get clapped
Better not violate the camp, get shot down by chance
I′m real advanced with that cock and blast
Cause the feds wont look back, for cleaning cash
What cashes we cleansing, it′s all about the Benjamins, what
If it′s dirty then we rincing it off
You niggaz don′t give a fuck, mobbed up in H2s
Niggaz is tlaking shit, aw bitch, that′s old news
They say I rap to rhythm and blues
But when I turn on the radio, I hear y′all niggaz rappin′ it too
He′s like Baby can you give it to me
Nah, I′ma give it to you
The same way that we gave it to Proof
The same way that we gave it to Loose
Put that bang, bang, bang to use nigga
Cause Rule′s the truth nigga, for show
Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-uh-uh-oh
Hit ′em in retro, throwback like West ′Paul
Niggaz wanna ball, but can′t on the West Coast
Dre Day′s been dead a long time ago
Respect the Inc Row Rap-A-Lot collabo
Just know that you nigga ain′t save on the globe
And while the world probes, I arrest verse I.N.C.
I′m still wishing y′all the R.I.P.
Can I Live, for I D.I.E.
I′m talkin′, M.O.B, murder inc bosses
Count your losses

(Fatal Hussein)
Now before they start runnin′ they lips
I thought I should warn these motherfuckers, there′s a gun in this bitch
And I know he′s got one on his hip
But I got the drop, and outside, Rule got the Drops
All it takes is a cock and a pop
Money for bail, ain′t seeing no more sales
Instead, I′m poppin′ on Yahts
They told me J.Prince runnin′ the south
And I′m beast from the east, that′ll come and put a gun in your mouth
I got bricks for days, dicks to make a bitch behave
Had to baldhead my shit threw, had to switch the waves
Just that quick, slip and the mac spit, bladdat
Four up in they chest and reload while they back flip
We in this together, bad weather, rippin′ the storm
They some dictionary rappers, they just spittin′ the norm
You supposed to know the La Costra Nostra flow
I did it, cause I lived it, you can quote the flow
Hit your six up with sixteen in sixty seconds
Get your whips up, we split beams, keep fifty weapons
To you coppers that′s posin′ a threat
Fire up the air, wholes in the tec
to put a hole in your neck
See I rep for the four forty but I′m about the five
Ride by, blazin′ out the five, nigga I′m so cool
Bitches say, Hizzy, you remind me of the old school
In the club posted, snatching hoes with no jewels
Nigga

(Ja Rule talking)
You know
As the world turns, these bitch niggaz is runnin′
and hiding and shit (You know these motherfuckers be ducking′ hidin′)
But I′m fucking chasin y′all faggots
All across the globe (Smashing they ass)
Out the back of BET, out the back of clubs
Nigga, you ain′t POPPIn′ BUB IN NO MOTHERFUCKIN′ CLUBS, nowhere
NIGGA, BE HONEST WITH YOURSELF you FUCKING CLOWNs
You niggaz is fucking clowns, y′all ain′t gonna nowhere
I′m right here, I′m right here, huntin′ you′ll motherfuckin′
Bitch ass niggaz down, it′s a wrap niggaz, it′s a wrap niggaz
it′s a wrap niggaz, it′s a wrap niggaz
A yo, this nigga, this nigga runnin′ around talkin′ about
I got shot nine times, I got shot
Want everybody to be motherfuckin′ sympathetic
A yo 50, pull your skirt down B,
A yo, Niggaz get shot everday b, you tough? HAHAHA
Yeah ... Murder Inc shit . . . bitch ass nigga
WE OUT

@ Ja Rule

Текст песни:

(feat. Charli Baltimore)

(Ja Rule - talking)
Ja Rule, Chuck B-more
Every thug needs a lady
And every thug needs a down ass bitch, huh, feel me
Every thug needs a lady
Baby I′m convinced, you my down ass bitch

(Chorus - Ja Rule)
Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah)
If you′d lie for me, like you lovin me
Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah)
If you′d die for me, like you cry for me
Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah)
If you′d kill for me, like you comfort me
Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah)
Girl I′m convinced, you′re my down ass bitch

(Ja Rule)
Uh
I know that you′re lovin me, ′cause you thug with me, who bust slugs for me?
My baby
Who gon′ kill for you, like I comfort you, who else but the Rule?
You feel me
Girl when we connect the dots we hit the spot
Twin Benz′s, you ride hard, I ride drop
And to make it better, baby got the nina′ Beretta tucked low
And I′m two cars back with the four-four
And it freaks you out, on your momma′s couch, that′s what us thugs be ′bout
You know me
And when I pray for love, baby pray for us, who celebrates the thugs?
My lady
Got me seekin capital game when I spit sixteen
Whether bars or sixteens in the doors of cars
A star is born
In the hood, made a name live on, R-U-L-E, ladies, feel me

Chorus:

(Charli Baltimore)
Now I′m show you blood or love, there′s no belly you bounce from
Blow sellin, dough amounts to no tellin
There′ll be no tellin, snitches get it back
Those gats to your backs for my boy
What part of the game is that, huh?
Niggas and they feelings ′cause I handle your dealings, keep your name in tact
My fame′s in tact so cops won′t know what it′s hittin for
Now hoes wanna know what you shittin for
′Cause I′m your bitch, the Bonnie to your Clyde
It′s mental, mash your enemies, we out in the rental
I′m your bitch, niggas run up on ya, shift ya lungs, who′s your organ donor?
What they know about, extreme meausures I′m a ride with you
And my baby three-eighty at my side
And we lock the town, I′m as down as any thug
My love, they gotta take us in blood, what

Chorus:

(Ja Rule)
You could die from love, at any given time I could die from slugs
But that′s what this life is capable of
The death and the life of a bitch and a thug, is what I′m scared of
But God up in Heaven who ain′t afraid to, tuck the toast in the Escalade
Pop on niggas that showin me shade, but only for the Rule ′cause that′s my baby
Got me a down ass bitch with red hair, that don′t care
Blazed by the shots and flares
Girl c′mon, follow me, and bust back at police, conceal ya heat
It′s a bit much to blaze up, Rule and Chuck, N-I-G, the Murderous, I-N-C
With one on the hip, one in the holster, nigga will toast ya quick
Especially a down ass bitch

Chorus:

(Ja Rule)
Thug on, ′cause you my down ass bitch
Thug on, ladies
Thug on, ′cause you my down ass bitch
Thug on, baby
Thug on, ′cause you my down ass bitch
Thug on, ladies
Thug on, ′cause you my down ass bitch
Thug on, baby

(Chorus 2x)

Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah)

@ Ja Rule

Текст песни:

(Verse 1: Ja Rule)
First off the snitch and that identity he claim
Fuck Dre partial, and emineim
Plus the world heard it before, they tired of them
And they waiting for that thug shit from Rule′ again
And Proof can bomb Proof your hummer then
Put a vest on yourself and your chilld-ren
Teacher be scared of death of them muderin′
Niggaz that like to put holes through chins′
In case y′all don′t know about my savages
They′ll kidnap you kid′s, put em over a bridge
Got em′reminiscing to N-O-T-O-R-I-O-U-S
you just lay down slow
I blaze out in the six while letting the fifth go
I think Big as if I was wanted on deathrow
We tha world famous, murder inc we infamious
Fo′ making bangers, and bangin′ hammers shit

(Chorus - Ja Rule And Black Child)
(Ja) Thing′s Gon′ Change
(Black) I ain′t gonna lie when the heat wave high everbody gotta die
(Ja) Thing′s Gon′ Change
(Black) You better believe it, we stoppin′ niggaz from breathin, poppin niggaz then leavin′
(Ja) Thing′s Gon′ Change
(Black) One way or another, we gangsta′s from the gutta, we shot ya then cut cha′
(Ja) Thing′s Gon′ Change
(Black) Ja, you ain′t never lie when the heat wave high everybody gotta die

(Verse 2: Black Child)
As I sit back relax, cuttin′ crack loadin′ gats
I think about these sexy rappers that I wanna clap
I′ll probably go to jail fo′ sending 50 to hell
If I lay banks down yayo going down
Fatal′ will help him write his raps in brown
Black Child is Black now, Rule is crack sells
IG nigga the boss of all bosses
making money off music, murder, and torture
Who got what it cost for a coffin
Nigga you a dead man walking, this is extortion
We organized crime everybody′s crying
While all of ya′ll dying when the ian′s stary flyin′
Down the public, wanna polly about peace
Well fuck peace cause this nigga half police
And Black child is half man half beast
And I′m a give all ya′ll niggaz a half a clip a piece

(Chorus)

(Verse 3: Young Merc)
It′s time to address the public
niggaz is frontin like when we see them we ain′t dumpin′
Shot′s tryin lay something down, homie it′s nothin′
When you dealin′ with real gangstas
that a pop and erase ya, my dog′s ain′t playin man
Whenever we see you we leaving you there
And ain′t no aftermath when our shot′s flare
Nigga we get it poppin′ bang like crip′s and blood′s
And ain′t shit change
I still keep a bandana and pack gun′s nigga

(Verse 4: D.O. Cannons)
You better watch you mouth, fo′ I rip yo face off
And everybody you with gonna jet the fuck off
You′s ain′t gansta, you sweet as ducksauce
D′ plays no games, pop the fuck off
O′ you want war, everybody gonna get clipped the fuck off
everybody know you block is buzzed off
We got big ball′s, pay off ten fo′ walk with the fifth ball
Bangin on Crenshaw

(Chorus X2)

@ Ja Rule

Текст песни:

(Ja Rule)
Uh, yeah
It′s Ja Rule baby
It′s E-Dub
Yeah
Def Squad
Uh
Y′all motherfuckers think it′s a game right?
Get da name right
R-U-L-E baby
My shit is airtight
Compressed, dead all da non-sense
Pass da 4-5th and load up the cartridge
E Reved up da 6
We about to blow out like bitchez wit bad kidz
Once u feelin da slugz hit
Datz as real as it gets
Then you wonda
Why da quake can come from unda-neath, while you figure it out
You on da streetz
Laid out wit da gun still stuck in yo mouth
Fuckin wit Ja is suttin Niggaz fearfully doubt
Cuz I don′t give a fuck
I don′t give a fuck, god may I ask from yo prayer so my soul don′t die
These is real tears I cried
And dreamz don′t lie
When they tell me dat I′m doin good in da devilz eyez
But I preach to Im
Be dat same, Nigga put da heat to Im
Askin E Dub what da fuck you wan do to Im

(E-Dub)
E-Dub and Ja
An eye for an eye, Gat for Gat
Peep Game, Cover the Mic and Spit Flamez
Two cats who come strapped, self contained
Ain′t shit this raw since Big Daddy Kane
Heavyweight, I knock a Nigga out in two
Put him to sleep, see dreamz and swear it wasn′t true
Look at you, lame, I′m iller, rhyme killa,
Comin thru like da return of Godzila

Chorus( (Ja and E-Dub)
Now can I tell ya
E and Ja top doggz, def squad,
Fuckin wit us is like, (suicide)
Bow down, real niggaz on da move comin thru blazin you
Cuz we are (livin l-i-i-fe)
Thug style, Hennesey, Blazin treez,
Gettin g′s, indeed, Cuz we will (do or d-i-i-i-e)
Right now by any meanz
(Words is bond word is bond)

(Ja Rule)
Ain′t nobody touchin da ground dat I walk on
My Love, It′s just so strong
If you crossin me you dead wrong
And you know cuz you feel it in yo heart nigga
And you don′t sleep cuz yo soul might fall apart nigga
If you feelin me now,
The strenght got you settlin down
We puttin in work
In otha words we puttin in roundz
Take two for now
Ja and E-Dub
Strictly for the love
We fuck hoez and bust slugz, Nigga
Why in da world would you put me in da position
To put niggaz out of commision, love, willin and wishin
Cuz I′m feelin the need to cut off da air dat you breathe
By any means it′s Ja and E no in beetweens

(E-Dub)
Now we move agile,
You and yo niggaz is fragile
Like glass and UPS boxes, Shit watch this
Still housin, The year 2000′s now
So fear this or we in yo face niggaz, BLAAU

Chorus( (Ja and E-Dub)
Now can I tell ya
E and Ja top doggz, def squad,
Fuckin wit us is like, (suicide)
Bow down, real niggaz on da move comin thru blazin you
Cuz we are (livin l-i-i-fe)
Thug style, Hennesey, Blazin treez,
Gettin g′s, indeed, Cuz we will (do or d-i-i-i-e)
Right now by any meanz
(Words is bond word is bond)

(Ja Rule)
Now what I love is to see my niggaz on top
And I feel that we can′t be stopped
And my life don′t mean shit to me
But my life gon make history
Feel me, a nigga ain′t supposed to be
As deadly, and you ain′t even close to me
Respect me, cuz we livin dangerously
Luv me, cuz y′all cant even FUCK wit me

Chorus( (Ja and E-Dub)
Now can I tell ya
E and Ja top doggz, def squad,
Fuckin wit us is like, (suicide)
Bow down, real niggaz on da move comin thru blazin you
Cuz we are (livin l-i-i-fe)
Thug style, Hennesey, Blazin treez,
Gettin g′s, indeed, Cuz we will (do or d-i-i-i-e)
Right now by any meanz
(Words is bond word is bond)
Uhhhhh........

@ Ja Rule

Текст песни:

(Ja Rule)
Ja Rule, yeah
Irv Gotti, uh, huh
Big Rob, haha
It′s how we do it
Yeah, it′s my life

(Case)
What′s the matter with your life?

(Ja)
Everything from the evils to price, from the guns to mic
I′m livin′ my life runnin′ through hell with no wife
It′s a sin, but I tell my lost soul to win
Go to bed and die, then wake up breathin′ again
Cuz I′m all in even though shit ain′t right
I wake up, sweating my life every night
Tell me, is you the devil that gon′ get me?
Or is God don′t feel like bein′ bothered with?
So hard to hit me, but this life I sacrifice
Fuck chrome lines in the dark, my daughter gon′ see the light
If I die young it′s cuz a nigga too high strung
Got a scary love for guns but too much weed in my lungs
Still niggaz screamin′ Ja′s the one
Chosen like God′s only begotten son
It′s my life

(Case)
Thug life, everybody needs a friend
Thug life, we all got a space to fill
Thug life, everybody wanna be on top
Life, it ain′t that funky
Yes he′s got that dropping
Tell me, what′s the matter with your bitch?

(Ja)
Baby, I don′t respect shit, with diamonds and live reckless
Pushing the six, top speed, getting my dick licked
I′m childish, one of a kind, one of my own
I′m about to take these freak hoes to levels unknown
Touch a little, later on, fuck a little
The more resist the better, I′m in it for whatever
Feel me, I don′t need weed to get high
Some good head make a nigga kiss the sky
No lie, but if she ain′t right, turn the lights off
Put her on her stomach and fuck her ′til ya dick soft
The rules to the streets, love
I met you kinda drunk with a light buzz
I respect it cuz niggaz ain′t shit, you right
Cuz every bitch need a lil′ dick in they life
I betcha

(Case)
Thug life, everybody needs a friend
Thug life, we all got a space to fill
Thug life, everybody wanna be on top
Life, it ain′t that funky
Yes he′s got that dropping
Tell me, what′s he puttin′ in your mouth?

(Ja)
Nigga, ain′t nuttin′ goin′ in need that′s trail
But how told y′all ′bout how we gettin′ it now
40-inch screen nigga, rocks gleam, nigga
You a customer, and I love a fiend, nigga
Cuz just like the coke, cook up and come back
I load up the gat, tell niggaz to hold hat
Help me, what I do is a stick of genius
I study the eyes of niggaz who done seen this
Learn to lean on the mean, yeah
Coverin′ my ground, paying attention to the cracks in the cement
It′s on now cuz I got my vision together
What y′all thought? I was gon crawl blind forever?
It′s now or never, curupt thoughts ′til I die
When you talk to me, motherfucker, please look in my eyes
See my life

(Chorus to end)

@ Ja Rule

Текст песни:

(Ja Rule)
Yo

(01)
Yooo.. uh

(Ja Rule)
Rule nigga
Ja Rule.. 01

(01)
Uh

(Ja Rule) (01)
Yeah
It′s our world.. please believe
Niggas ain′t real.. please believe
It′s murda.. please believe
I-N-C.. niggas what′s fuckin with me?
R-U-L-E.. love me or hate me.. baby
Refer to 3:36.. baby
That′s the rule.. please niggas don′t get it confused
See this game that we playin′.. ya′ll playin′ to lose
Who′s next that wanna ride.. (who?)
Spittin.. (who?).. how I do niggas.. (who?)..
knowin they wanna ride (who?)
Rule baby.. I′ve been really outta control lately
If you relatin′ let me hear ya say.. yay-yaay.. yay-yaay
Ya′ll feelin′ my pain?.. I′ve been runnin′ wild time and again
Ya′ll swerve in my lane.. I′ll pull up and start poppin′ ya brain
Fuck knowin′ these broads names.. it′s ( ) the champagne
Ya′ll niggas is lame.. my niggas ain′t sane..
Who you fuckin′ with?

(Ja Rule) (01)
Ya′ll niggas wanna dead.. (who?)..
Then wanna ride.. (who?)
Ya′ll know the niggas that be steady screamin′.. (Fuck you!)

(Vita)
It′s murda murda.. you know it′s murda murda
We scream it.. we yell it.. we livin′ murda murda murda

(Ja Rule) (01)
Ya′ll ain′t feelin.. (who?)
Ya′ll don′t like.. (who?)
Ya′ll know the niggas that be steady screamin′.. (Fuck you!)

(Vita)
It′s murda murda.. you know it′s murda murda
We live it.. we breathe it.. we screamin′ murda murda murda

(Ja Rule)
Murder INC. is my blood..
We go through the pain together.. by any means
Poppin it hot at whoever.. or so it seems
Niggas that getting hot.. not this hot nigga very hot
See it in your eyes.. niggas ready to die
But as long as I′m alive.. I′m puttin′ this on my life
For niggas that ain′t right.. they get it upon sight
If ya know me.. then you′ll no way.. pop away
Cock and pop again.. baby.. men will be men
I spit off 10.. fuck it give ′em the 16
Like my guns dirty and hands clean..
Loose bitches in tight jeans
Old money and crack fiends.. was a fetish..
Before Guliani got into office and deaded shit
Fuck it.. I′m livin′ my life on the edge
Got one in the head.. plus a niggas Fed.. ′nuff said
I′m gonna behead niggas that don′t believe this
Rule baby.. 3:36

(Ja Rule) (01)
Ya′ll niggas wanna dead.. (who?)
Then wanna ride.. (who?)
Ya′ll know the niggas that be steady screamin′.. (Fuck you!)

(Vita)
It′s murda murda.. you know it′s murda murda
We scream it.. we yell it.. we livin′ murda murda murda

(Ja Rule) (01)
Ya′ll ain′t feelin.. (who?)
Ya′ll don′t like.. (who?)
Ya′ll know the niggas that be steady screamin′.. (Fuck you!)

(Vita)
It′s murda murda.. you know it′s murda murda
We live it.. we breathe it.. we screamin′ murda murda murda

(01) (Ja Rule)
We are the world′s most dangerous.. niggas alive
All of my niggas bang with us.. and let′s ride
Muthafuckas will ball but not many survive
Cause 50 shots.. tearin′ through the side of ya ride
Cause we are.. (MURDERERS)
Muthafucka you heard.. playa.. (MURDERERS)
Poppin collars in air
Poppin′ shots through ya rearview
Bullets, they tear through
Got niggas wonderin′ like.. What the fuck did I do?
So niggas wanna go and get they man cause they can′t do this shit
Because they ain′t got no heart for this.. bust a gun and body shit
Niggas like you probably snitch.. do a nigga then get rich
Niggas like you always fit.. 6 feet deep inside a ditch
There ain′t nothin′ fuckin′ with this.. ya know why?
Nigga I just came into the game.. Ready to Die
Ready to hold heat.. drive-by with Rule
Poppin shots through the sun roof screamin′ Fuck You!

(Ja Rule) (01)
Ya′ll niggas wanna dead.. (who?)
Then wanna ride.. (who?)
Ya′ll know the niggas that be steady screamin′.. (Fuck you!)

(Vita)
It′s murda murda.. you know it′s murda murda
We scream it.. we yell it.. we livin′ murda murda murda

(Ja Rule) (01)
Ya′ll ain′t feelin.. (who?)
Ya′ll don′t like.. (who?)
Ya′ll know the niggas that be steady screamin′.. (Fuck you!)

(Vita)
It′s murda murda.. you know it′s murda murda
We live it.. we breathe it.. we screamin′ murda murda murda

(Ja Rule) (01)
Ya′ll niggas wanna dead.. (who?)..
Then wanna ride.. (who?)
Ya′ll know the niggas that be steady screamin′.. (Fuck you!)

(Vita)
It′s murda murda.. you know it′s murda murda
We scream it.. we yell it.. we livin′ murda murda murda

(Ja Rule) (01)
Ya′ll ain′t feelin.. (who?)
Ya′ll don′t like.. (who?)
Ya′ll know the niggas that be steady screamin′.. (Fuck you!)

(Vita)
It′s murda murda.. you know it′s murda murda
We live it.. we breathe it.. we screamin′ murda murda murda

@ Ja Rule

Текст песни:

(feat. Chink Santana, Young Life)

(Newsman)
Extra, extra
Extra, extra
Hear all about it
Ja Rule has just been elected the President...
Of the united ghetto′s of Emerica
And this is what he had to say at presstime
At press time this is what Ja Rule had to say
America...

(Chorus 2X: Ja Rule)
Welcome to Emerica
(Don′t hate me) Cuz I done made this world what it′s gon be
Welcome to Emerica
(Don′t hate me) Cuz I done made this world what it′s done to me

(Ja Rule)
Niggaz, if I could pledge my allegiance to the, United Ghettoes
of the Emerica, go on sell ya drugs
Cuttin taxes for strippers and thugs
It′s all good, room for mayor in all hood and as well I should
I make it publicly desmist understood
When they caught me gettin high in the back of the ho-tel
Was you freakin them ho′s?
Well, I just say I was gettin a lil head but so what
Bill and Hillery stay for them stills
That′s a down ass bitch for ya
Wash em with some soap and water
And return them dirty bra′s to their rightful owner
Now that′s creep shit
One over one, I got this broad on the one-o-one
She′s botherin, so don′t even come up in here
Cuz shes contious, no nonsense
She like to choke on the dick, and the lungs on the constant
Gettin the W1′s you church girl
Proda stant, it′s aiight ma you rollin wit the Inc.

Chorus:

(Young Life)
Yeah I′m here can you tell?
Mo′ niggaz livin, livin in ?? in Emerica
I′m never gonna feel, Nigga I′m tellin ya
Young Life is a compeditor
And is into real my niggaz headed up hill
I′m lettin you know shit′s real
I came into the game copped a deal
Aimin to get this shit still
It ain′t been a minute I ain′t been high
And I haven′t handled my buisness
How I been fuckin you bitches right
Yeah you witnesses my life
Imperial night, in the ghetto holdin my medal tight
Still, in Emerica
Remilitary is terror nigga holds his medal
Of his never be availible
That easy I′m a editor, restin up with the best of em
Minds of them bitches that stress givin em hard sex
I′m set for life, the lightin ho′s that write
And hit the mic, not over night
You get the gift to be the best of something like
(Enough in Emerica) Young Life is comin home
Motherfuckers prepare to die

Chorus:

(Chink Santana)
Niggaz hit that crack houses hustlers and hoes
No youngins up on the corners nigga smokin them bones
I′m rattin away wit knots comin up, what′s no pills?
That′s why they′ll find your ass slumped in the blacks of ville
But still, I spot that paper Jo, Blowin my weed
And ain′t a thing a mother need is gotta be me
But now days these lil youngins rollin on E
And a nigga that supplyin that is who runs the streets
Now look, this ain′t no crack day
I gotsa come up on the stash and get back man
Cuz I done witness all this shit that they say them ho′s do
Fuckin wit X, like finger fuckin that hot glock
While she swallow her tit
But real, there nigga want his dick sucked?
Bitches is why bitches turn that rehold into a intrick (It′s pimp shit)
No limp dick, just a gangsta fuck
Why the murder put some major bust biatch

Chorus:

Welcome to Emerica...

@ Ja Rule

Текст песни:

(Ja Rule)
Yea
Rule
Are you a figment of my imagination?
Or am I one of yours?
Believe me baby, an hear me, fear me, feel me
That′s why they all wanna kill me dead
True in the head but nigga not
As soon as I get the drop
I pull up the pop of the test
It′s outta the prairie
Bitches style juice running through my head
How many wanna die nigga?
my concept It′s irrational
My thinking now
I′m erratic like Mike W′s whose falling down
I′m losin sight now I can hardly see
And smoking all this fucking weed
I can barely breathe
I′m like tell a bitch bleed
Squeeze on D
Run up in the deli
wrung up on D

Are ya watching me?
They be watching, niggas they be watching, keep watching
Keep watching me
Now don′t look down
Are ya watching me?
They be watching, Bitches they be watching, keep watching
Keep watching me
Now don′t look down
Whose watching me?

C′mon watch as I creep through your block
in the hard top drop
with my bead on knock
cause cops i ain′t standing
and gangstas know
catching before hanging
And my dogs keep banging
cause ain′t shit changing
And hustlers ya′ll keep slanging
We stuck in the game
wit not a lot to gain
but everything to lose
but we soldiers that front-line
In days to rule
We do homicide drive-by′s
Cock and spray
If you the last man standing
You about to lay
6 feet underground
Watch me now
Stop me how?
Ya′ll niggaz trying to cop my style
I spit nothing but hot ones
and pop guns
make it hard for niggaz to function
Who want some of the Rule baby? (None of ya′ll)
I′m legally considered crazy
But if that′s the way that God made me
This world can′t change me
And that′s the way it′ll be
Caught in the dark
Until the light shines on me
I′m a slave to this game
But I′m break free
So keep watchin me

@ Ja Rule

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(Wyclef talking:)
Yo to my people doing time, Xzibit, Juvenile, y′all need to
Nature, Ja Rule, Reptile come on
bring the heat.

(Xzibit)
Look, I′m inhumane livin′ in this house of pain
stuck with a thousand street hustlers
down on they luck
Repeat felons caught up with the death I was sellin′
and for the past three months yo I can still hear my victims yellin′
but I can′t listen to my conscience it′s nonsense
if I didn′t shoot I′d be the nigga in the suit in the box under the ground
fox chased by the hound locked permanent frown Xzibit get down
by liftin′ iron by the pound for the tough individual
runnin′ run his mouth throw some hands with the General
walk one day in the shoes of a criminal
death disease keep your luxuries to a minimal
I′m not talkin′ about weed, jewels, & Bentleys
I′m talkin′ about clean clothes, hot food, and Dentyne
see what I mean livin′ with the scum of the earth
hit with plenty of time to adjust to life on the inside
(Wyclef)

(Juvenile)
You got me fucked up I′m innocent
look I ain′t do this shit you don′t want to hear my side
but you believin′ that bitch
You makin′ my nerves bad I need to smoke me a jo′
′cause I know y′all ain′t even thinkin′ ′bout lettin′ me go
Where my lawyer, nigga told me Juv′ I can′t do nothin′ for ya
Y′all go tell that to my mother & my father
but they gon′ cus y′all so don′t you even bother
you know that shit ain′t right that bitch didn′t see nothin′
′cause it was dark at night but I guess us blacks
look the same to y′all passin′ niggas around like a game of ball
This is my third felony plus my third strike
man I ain′t goin′ home I got 25 to Life.


QU New York, you try to criticize me I criticize you
been the same muthafucka since in high school
any beat I shed light to with crazy wattage
Blankin′ out bought my first eight ball for eighty dollars
learned who not to trust grew obnoxious
so niggas start to hate me same time the boys in blue watch us
circlin′ but they don′t slow down take you to court
think you seein′ Judge Joe Brown they just actin′
Indy′s throwin′ Tyson back in another year
fuckin′ with a nigga′s career I cock back at bust in the air
give me space beats with plenty bass drink my Hennessey straight
′til I hurl out third world clout I′ll take niggas hearts
and turn killers into girl scouts works of art
Picasso from the Hydro roller-slash-hustler CEO-slash-retired soldier


(Ja Rule)
Kill or be killed behind the wall 40 day short
still the thought of murderer true to the sport
I bang with the best niggas them career criminals
now I′m in with these youngins lookin′ to feel me out
Hollerin′ ′bout how they gon′ hit on me now
Niggas is real wild bangin′ before trial
new kicks new trial I don′t give a fuck
I′m playin′ the yard ox taped to my nuts
ready to self destruct Lord I don′t wanna die
but what powered your honor to hit me with 25
I know that real recognize every hustle
and die with these niggas in the struggle
Ya feel me

(Reptile)
Oh God shells loaded in the semi auto quoted
unknown cat never voted picture me on the scene
huntin′ for greens like Mike Meyers trick or treatin′ on Halloween
mashed down in the fatigues servin′ the fiends
kill or be killed metal pipes under the sleeve
in the city slicker bust checks or puff cess
ruffneck love liquor & act figures bloodsport on the streets
no gloves pullin′ knives out the ′fridge handin′ out cold cuts
ugh streets real thug so recognize thug close yo′ eyes thug
you ′bout to die thug!
Call the President I′m blowin′ up ya residence
spill acid on the corpse to clear the evidence
Protestors outside screamin′ free Gotti
guard your body SWAT teams is waitin′ with the shotty


(Wyclef): Y′all need to

(REPEAT)

For all my people doin′ time keep your head up
Wyclef Jerry Wonder New Millenium new millenium come on

@ Ja Rule

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(Ja Rule)
Yeah.. yeah..
Uhh, uhh, you don′t want it
You one of them jokers there
Split it in half nigga
Gimme that vodka water too.. yeah..

World get on one, if you not afraid to fly
You need to get on a flight and fly tonight
Run up in the hottest clubs so high
That tonight for these hoes is nuttin but love
I′m feelin extra extraordinary freaky
And I know you hoes wanna roll with me
I shoot by the bar - place my order
Big baller orderin all that damn water
I head up to VIP thug-style
like WOW; nobody sippin on cristal?
They all got a Evian or OJ
And shorty that I just met name was Candy
Said she let this true candy to bring it up
I said that′s cool with me as ya ass I touch
She said rule you scandalous lick the lips
Popped another one and grabbed my nuts
I said i fuck so fabulous on ex′ all night
Nothin but sweat and rough sex
Now ya know what′s next
We up to high noonin
Schlep Yed and girls its so good

(Hook)
I don′t wanna control ya
Just wanna make ya mine
And when your life′s outta order
Just have a good time

Chorus:
And ex-ta-sy I wanna fly
And bring ya sex-in me I feel right
Ex-ta-sy I′m whirrin high
When ya sex-in me i feel right
Ex-ta-sy I′m gonna fly
And when ya sex-in me i feel right
Ex-ta-sy I′m flyin high
And when ya sex-in me its so right

Yea yea bitch c′mon
We fly high baby
Just you and I baby
Gotta flight that leaves
At a quarter to nine
Anybody boardin? c′mon then
We ballin WOW and full of ′ribean
Hard to keep my balance
So when I′m in mo all of you hoes got the talent
High feelin like its all love and no valin
Full of sweat, bloodshot eyes, and large pupils, X-men
This is some shit that i could get used to
I usually blow weed with intentions to OD
Drink evian slowly when I′m on E
And only those who feel me
Are gonna hear me
Especially hoes -n- extasy

We got the murder man that′s the spot to chill
Got bitches pop the pill feelin hot for real
Take that shirt off take that skirt off
Cuz my dick is hard and your ass is soft
Now that′s a freaky combination
And freaky conversations
Lead into freaky situations
Like me tastin your sexuality
Sexy you ever took extasy?
And have you wildin in a club
Smilin at a thug
Express your hugs
With one fuckin all of us
That′s right we freakin off for life
Pass the OJ we gettin high tonight, On

Chorus:

Deutsche Deutsche
Before i start the Porsche
I keep them pumpin off the Calvin Kleins, Boodo′s
And the Nike swoosh
And party saggin like two loose socks
Invest the money in stocks
We gettin the orange juice crops
We ready to get outta hear
Disappear
The bitch get like David Copperfield
When she pop a pill
Wanna do it in the high heels
On top of a high hill
Cause my nigga ain′t tryin to run up then i will
Hit it from behind that′s how i polly wit mines
Man we up all night fuckin by the Hollywood sign
Yea got smacked up
Everytime she backed up
Didn′t know there was room in the back
Of the lack truck
I pass her the job then he
Passed it back
Hope my girl to find a magnum raps
You need a shoe shine job
The way you polish a knob
Backstage panties down eat dick
Good-bye Biotch!!

(Hook)

Chorus:

Yea bitch c′mon!!

@ Ja Rule

Текст песни:

Chorus

Yeah we here now
Don′t get scared now
Ja Rule nigga about to tear shit down
What ya′ll thought ya′ll was going eat forever
and my dog wouldn′t blaze heat for cheddar
We better eat together or meet at the cross road
′Cause the Lord knows it′s murder hold those
When your casket close and your should rise high
Remember the dead don′t die unless they fuck wit′ I

Verse 1

Niggas know who don′t you shit
The flow is retched and my gee too futuristic for you hoe′s to catch it
I′m a god send the falling angel and I do sin
Far from perfection but still considered a gem
Thank you Lord for given me the wind beneath my wings
When the miracle spittin there shall be no witnesses
To the pain and my ignorance, I charge to the game
So many love and slain by bullets wit dead aim
I weathered the change
Stormed through the streets in the range, can′t complain
A nigga live to die in the flames
Casue i torture J to A the Rule
Niggas can′t be seriously fucking wit me
What you holla R-U-L-E ′bout, we can hit up an alley and air out
Bullets exit the barrel, holla enter your month
That′s how i′m built
Under the floss there nothing but filth
Don′t let it fool you
I still let these slugs heat up and cool you off forever more
So help me Lord
Gonna find a way to my grave just because i′m Mur-der-er, whole not part
Cut me open, i bleed for the INC from the heart
When i start it′s usually endless
Pop one with gloves on, make u check with forensic, son
In your appendix, son, you got hit up, huh, fucking wit Ja you know it′s
murder

Chorus

Verse 2

R-U-L-E spits monotonous
Hot as apocalypse, now you eying this ferocious mic supremacist
Whose limit is endless
This nigga don′t risen murderous flows killed suspicion
Niggas is too light in the ass to be shitting
Hollis ave, historical nigga respect tradition
Cause all i see is blooshed and niggas gunning em′ down, and you confess
that i′m so who′s touching me now
Shipped three hundred with a freestyle fucking you up
And got them hoes in the back rows tossing it up
i got the touch cause′ my flow is bananas, bitches can′t stand us
We ghetto fabulous, aim when i bust and blast on surprise
If ya′ll nigga don′t know you need to see me live
I′m like two 45′s spitting in every direction
ya′ll niggas is hoe′s in stelleto and thongs, it′s a break of a new day
Maybe you′ll get to see vilntly what drives me
Take em′ back to the gutter, smother the world in filth
rule′s the name and now you′re going to see how i′m built, nigga.

Chorus

@ Ja Rule

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(Ja Rule)
Dear god, I′m gonna teach you in this prayer
And I thank you for all the food you′ve given me
And all the health and strength
And may my family be held safely and strong
As well as myself
And I thank you for everything you′ve given me thus far, lord
And I beg your forgivness
For I sin everyday
In your sons name, Christ Jesus
Amen

(Chorus: Ja Rule)
They all want me dead or alive
But they′ll never take me alive
I′ll get even before I die
Cuz this world wants me...Dead or alive
They all want me dead or alive
But they′ll never take me alive
I′ll get even before I die
Cuz this world wants me...Dead or alive

(Ja Rule)
Nigga look at what the streets have done to me man
Hustlin and strugglin
I deserve a better hand
Cuz I′m runnin these streets under they say
Motherfuckers like you can′t relate
Cuz you ain′t all about the hustling all about the bustin
All about the thuggin, baby
Never let it go
If you gotta die, lie, shake it wit a fo′-fo′
Then do so, cuz that′s the life you chose
Shoul′ve fallowed the cracks in the road
You heart and your soul
Cuz if there′s one thing I know
Good niggaz come and they go
Bitch niggaz actin like ho′s, merely needed to get treated like one
Hope you got yourself a gun niggaz
Cuz you know I cock and blow niggaz
And if right silent the temp, get on some shit
Go on out, six feet deep and slump niggaz
Cuz I′m a survivor like Destiny′s Children
To the day of my demise
I′ma ask the lord why

(Chorus: Ja Rule)
They all want me dead or alive
But they′ll never take me alive
I′ll get even before I die
Cuz this world wants me...Dead or alive
They all want me dead or alive
But they′ll never take me alive
I′ll get even before I die
Cuz this world wants me...Dead or alive

(Ja Rule)
Take a look at what this worlds done made me
All I really want to do is be happy, and raise my family
But I′m strong, motherfuckers can′t break me down
Niggaz really gonna hate me now
As I′m givin a fuck
I′m tryna get my life together
Shit a nigga can′t ride forever
Tryna see a hundred mil′ or better
Befo′ I die
Don′t ask me why, I
Got a fasination wit for freak ho′s
New whips wit two seats and two do′s
I′ve been waitin so long to explode
Now watch me cock back and unload
Bullets goin threw the chest and out the back
Shit is usually how the babry acts
Now the look in your face is so relaxed
Now your family moans and deals wit that
But me, I′m a survivor like Destiny′s Children
Til the day of my demise
I′m gonna ask the lord why

(Chorus: Ja Rule)
They all want me dead or alive
But they′ll never take me alive
I′ll get even before I die
Cuz this world wants me...Dead or alive
They all want me dead or alive
But they′ll never take me alive
I′ll get even before I die
Cuz this world wants me...Dead or alive

(Ja Rule)
They all want me...Dead
Why the fuck would they want to see me live?
So I′m gearin up to get into some shit
Niggaz better kiss the wife and kids
It′s just the way us niggaz live
And I run wit real niggaz that run wit big guns
That are designed to pop ya lid (Shit)
Never met a real nigga I didn′t like
Never met a bitch nigga that I didn′t fight
Now niggaz gon get down, and a nigga gon lay down
Dependin on how niggaz view life
And you′ll never look in my eyes
And you′ll never, ever smile
Cuz your high, is comin down
And you can′t touch me
But if you really wanna fuck wit me
C′mon and get your heat my niggaz
Don′t you ever prevoke my niggaz
Don′t ever doubt this nigga
Cuz I′m a survivor like Destiny′s Child
Til the day of my demise
I′m gonna ask the lord why

(Chorus: Ja Rule)
They all want me dead or alive
But they′ll never take me alive
I′ll get even before I die
Cuz this world wants me...Dead or alive
They all want me dead or alive
But they′ll never take me alive
I′ll get even before I die
Cuz this world wants me...Dead or alive
(Repeat once)

@ Ja Rule

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(feat. The Franchise)

(Da Franchise)
Uh, (chuckles)
Ey yo Chris Man, what you think these niggaz was thinking man?
Fuck y′all niggaz thinking, man? Ain′t no Violators except us man
Why these niggaz trying to Violate shit without us man huh?
I told these niggaz man a piece of the pie come in the game
We want in man, Franchise want in

(Verse 1)
I love niggaz who talk drama till the gun is stuck in they face
Screaming for they mama,
left with three in the dome three in the chest and waist
Don′t let this young nigga decieve you,
if you want beef then tell me where to meet you
I′ll bring so much heat, one side of the earth will melt, then step off
Bitty boppin, chain rockin, notch in my belt,
my niggas rock raw and stick barrel style
Niggas mouth till they catch lock jaw,
I got plans to spend a million and more
Before I hit a million and four, before death,
pull a gun on me squeeze one in me
I′m trying to make sure, niggaz want none of me
You just don′t know what these streets have done to me, what′s become of me
I was raised in a world so cold it′s numbened me, I′m so dirty I′m filthy
I done scared so many niggaz, It′s gonna take a scared nigga to kill me
If it′s murda, drugs, guns or related to thugz I′m guilty

(Chorus- Ja Rule)( x 2)
It′s murda, we gon leave you in, nigga
Franchise gonna fill you wit lead, nigga
No more crying over spilled blood
Throw yo gunz if you a real thug
Uhh

(Verse 2)
Yo, you see y′all sometime niggaz, boy, you gon speak to the four
Cause you′se a sometime thug, sometime seeking the law
I′ma seek to you it you breathe no more, when we crash the door
It′s not a game, Pesci don′t laugh no more, black Tahoe
Stashing the door, fitting beautful in it
A nigga jinxed so there′s a urinal in it, on the belt do the usual limit
You know, double five, heading to L.I to buckle the pies
Before I die I want you speakers to bleed my name
Cafe, weed leaky K, franchise three of the same
I let my niggaz hit this man, cause ain′t nuttin but X′s on my hitlist, man
And I′m a buisness man in the city, don′t force the kid
I′m a gangsta once I cross the bridge and I toss yo wig
Frontin niggaz, don′t fake for me
Cause for them cakes I′m running in yo bakery
It′s murda

(Chorus- Ja Rule)( x 2)
It′s murda, we gon leave you in, nigga
Franchise gonna fill you wit lead, nigga
No more crying over spilled blood
Throw yo gunz if you a real thug
Uhh

(Verse 3)
Ey yo my niggaz stay on the job and if there′s any drama involved
We grip shotguns, maddex are the one′s that revolve
See me hoppin out a gray 5, dope in the trunk
And enough coke to have these blocks open for months
When I pop up, niggaz better head for the hills
Act up and you gon see how many heads′ll get killed
Starter for war, dog I′m holdin plenty of gunz
Niggaz come home to find a bomb taped to they son
Bunch of violent niggaz taking your one′s
Went from copping a bird now we cop em by the tons, ya heard?
I down henny till my vision is blurred
Shit I′m only trying to live it up, get high and drunk till I hurl
Type of nigga that′ll bag up yo girl and twist her
I got no love for these niggaz and these bitch ass niggaz
Hatin me cause they wish they had it like me
I′m from Brooklyn and I′m glad to be (Brooklyn!)
It′s murda

(Chorus- Ja Rule)( x 2)
It′s murda, we gon leave you in, nigga
Franchise gonna fill you wit lead, nigga
No more crying over spilled blood
Throw yo gunz if you a real thug
Uhh

@ Ja Rule

Текст песни:

(Black Child talking)
What′s up Chi-town?
Yeah, Murder INC. back up in ya area
On that gangsta shit ya know
Connect worldwide
Worldwide gangsta shit nah mean?
From Chi-town to Miami
Houston to mother fuckin′ LA, we connect nigga
With some gangsta shit

(Caddillac Tah)
Mother fuckers, you frontin′ we comin′ with heat niggas
AR-15s we sweepin′ up the street bigger
Guns make niggas run, we squeeze triggers
We leave niggas dead for the stacks, slumped over, head in they lap

(Black Child)
Yo, we constantly count cream in the crackhouse
Basically, we bangin′ bitches backs out
I feel like the last child
Throwin′ bricks at a glasshouse
Poppin′ and puffin′ till I pass out

(Caddillac Tah)
This gangsta shit is for all my youngens who flip birds
And hug the block, in club they Cris and twist the bud, nigga what
We live it up, from Chi-town to my town
We diggin sluts, long dickin′ in the guts

(Black Child)
We just religious thugs, gangsta pimps
Hoes fall in love the way we throw this dick
The Hummers on dubs look like tanks and shit
We came to stop the bank, don′t blink be sick

(Caddillac Tah)
Nigga all of our love is for the chips
And I don′t chase hoes, just pasos and bricks
Nigga let me sum it up
Y′all niggas is dumb enough
Run on up, the guns we tuck, bust
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust

(Black Child)
Holla at us, R-O-C-K-L-A-N-D and I-N-C
With Boo and Gotti, Ferrari Black and Caddillac Tah
Nigga, we go hard

(Gotti)
I′m loud when the shells pop
Still I sell rock
Got outta jail on bail, gettin′ ready to plot
Yo I kidnap niggas
Then bitch smack niggas
Give me the crack nigga or get clap nigga
I ain′t one of these rap niggas
I′m a big gat spitter
Bangin′ and slangin′ to be a rich ass nigga
Don′t get tired in these streets
My nigga died in these streets
It′s only one option, provide for these streets
My peeps out here so I ride with these streets
Spent weeks out here, grind on these streets
I know the deal out here
It′s real out here
Got bitch bud murder and I′m still out here
Rockland, Murder INC. you get killed out here
Chi-town, New York, blood spill out here
And thugs like me, still out here
Yeah you heard nigga, I′m still out here

(Boo)
A yo I ride up, lied up outta my mind
Black Cadillac truck nigga, loaded with nines
To my thugs on the block, holdin′ it down
I got love on the block, look at my eyes
Rockland, Murder INC. what the fuck you think
Me and Gotti whole plan is to cover the streets
We don′t wanna body you man, fuck the beef
We sell a lot of these grams, and clutch the heat
To many moves to be made, fake thug niggas
Get a few through they brain, I been plug nigga
It′s rules to the game
Cats like me play not to lose in this game
You see this little nigga makin′ moves in the Range
I see you wack niggas still crusin′ with lames
Get full nigga cause it′s food to the brain
Rockland nigga spit fire and flames
Get it right nigga, we gangsta

(Ja Rule)
Murder INC. gets poppin′ pills, clips, however you like it
Niggas get extorted, bitches get excited
Known to start riots, the Rule and I-N-C
Got fedaraleighs watchin′ me, the Y-G and I-G
Put it together family orientated through guns, drugs, and good relations
Real conversations, we call it real talk
And that shit spreads all the way from LA to New York
And I love talk, that′s when you get to smash on niggas
Catch ′em in the dark spot and put the flash on niggas
Cameras, lights, action, go buck at the master
C′s and past if when I die blow my ashes
Off the shores of Costa Rica, nigga to each is own
The Rule ain′t dyin′ alone motherfuckers

@ Ja Rule

Текст песни:

Dice are rolling, Knives are out
with thee present danger all around
I don′t say they mean harm, but they′d each give an arm
to see us six feet underground.
see us 6 feet under ground
It doesn′t matter what those morons say

Chorus:
It′s Murda I N C Uh, the Lord is calling me
My demons haunt me this really tortures me
cuz they don′t understand me
And while I′m holdin up I know you smilin′ down
at all my enemies who wanna see me (six feet underground)

(Ja Rule)
Look at me now hittin′ em up holdin it down
cuz I′m destined to be I know you love to see me
(6 feet underground) why see do the Devil′s Eyes
you vision my demise so may your soul lie
(6 Feet Underground) and before that I believe
that I can fly most people gettin lye my niggas is gettin′ by
if you can′t see we bitches ya jags, we foward ya last
we Diamonds ya glass, we get pussy yall ass. Give me love
we be wearing gloves tied up in gloves with special 38 slugs
so we don′t end up (6 Feet Underground) the butch is hittin em′
the rule is to get rid of em′ for those who feel they getting away
Ja we sendin em′ (6 Feet Underground) I′ve feel I′ve cursed
my body and soul I been outta control ever since I fell in the zone
I want nothin more than to see my niggas eat with me
but my enemies want nothin more than to see me (6 Feet Underground)

(Chorus: 2x)

The Lord is calling me
My demons haunt me this really tortures me
cuz they don′t understand me
And while I′m holdin up I know you smilin′ down
at all my enemies who wanna see me (six feet underground)

(Ja Rule)
I′m so ignorant cuz I done played my last tears
and pain is bliss been through so many things
it′s hard to resist a mind that′s currently
thinking on his last wish it′s nothing to fuck with
when I know what I want because you must think I′m a fool
claiming you love what I do and be out playing the Rule
bad move, more cars, more hoes, more jewels, and I′d love
nothin more than to see you (6 Feet Underground) doesn′t
matter how we gonna get outta weed rollin it outta mindows
nor from adam? but we show them uh now we leave them niggas
creating a deal let it open so won′t be goin (6 Feet Underground)
because I′ve feel I′ve cursed
my body and soul I been outta control ever since I fell in the zone
I want nothin more than to see my niggas eat with me
but my enemies want nothin more than to see me (6 Feet Underground)

(Chorus: 2x)

The Lord is calling me
My demons haunt me this really tortures me
cuz they don′t understand me
And while I′m holdin up I know you smilin′ down
at all my enemies who wanna see me (six feet underground)

(Ja Rule)
get up (4x) baby the Rule can′t die tonight
(6 Feet Underground)
now all my niggas is ya wit mea yea
all my niggas is ya wit mea yea
you start I warned em′ that I ain′t
livin right niggas might see my life as
sort of a scarifice money, bitches, and ice.
but fuck it whoa whoa something let me
still to something ride 125 in a low low frontin
it′s free will emotion you know I′m high flickin′ ashes
at police while I′m ridin′ by I′m ghetto I don′t fear
is deeper than love if you want to get it nigga then
come on nigga get it in blood because I′ve feel I′ve cursed
my body and soul I been outta control ever since I fell in the zone
I want nothin more than to see my niggas eat with me
but my enemies want nothin more than to see me (6 Feet Underground)

(Chorus: 2x)

The Lord is calling me
My demons haunt me this really tortures me
cuz they don′t understand me
And while I′m holdin up I know you smilin′ down
at all my enemies who wanna see me (six feet underground)

(Ja Rule)
(2x)

Yea it′s Murda Inc. Baby so what you want baby
ain′t none of this cuz ya niggas ain′t crazy
it′s Ja Rule, Irv Gotti, Blackchild, Tah Murdah,
01, Maricon?, Vita, it′s Murrda.
see us (6 Feet Underground)
Chris Gotti.
it doesn′t matter what these morons say

@ Ja Rule