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Текст песни:

Murder Inc. shit

Uh...uh, uh, uh

Chorus:

The secret little thing that we do
Should be between me and you
The freaky things that we do
Let′s keep between me and you

The secret little thing that we do
Should be between me and you
The freaky things that we do
Let′s keep between me and you

Yo...

Now when I first met her
All i thought was...thong, thong, thong
Like loser lang we can get our freakin on
Baby you know the game slipped away
Slide me your number
It′s the last day of spring, see ya first day this summer
I′m a bad motha...shut yo mouth
Pull the drop out
Creep at a low speed
Cuz homey probably know me
I push the peddle
Thought to yours to let em
Way up in the air like i think he′s here
Cuz see, every time that i′m alone with you
Homey be checkin′ up on you
But if that nigga only knew
You′ve got a lot of freak in you, babyyy
When that startin′ to rain
I pop the roof and the champagne
How jay said? "money ain′t a thing"
It′s been close to few
Something even impossible
But, it′s been between me and you, babyyy

Chorus:

Girl it′s on again
Every year..we hummer ′em in
Beaches, houses, hoes, foes, friends
And when the..day ends
That′s when it all begins
You wit him..here′s my room key (holla at me)
Why ya thinka thinka i′m gon′ hit it up
Then look at the nigga ya thinkin′ ya love (c′mon love)
We could go there, me and you
Free for, for a night
If ya love it
In the mornin′, awake with new light
If i lookin′ like i ain′t gonna handle his
Let me handle my bizzz
It is what it is
Nigga livin′ his life
And that′s my bitch
Ya know i gotta wife
Let′s keep this thing tight, babyyy

Chorus:

Dont′ let the word get out (shhh), babyyy
This is..strictly between me and you, babyyy
If they..new we were doing what we were doing
It′d probably ruin our pre-rent way summer in cancoon-an and I
Love the way we get away
Throw away a whole day
Turn off the pagers and phones, we in the zone like
Fuck life, we live life, this is our life, live your life
See, every time that i′m alone with you
Shorty be checkin′ up on you
But if baby girl only knew
You′ve got a lot of freak in you, babyyy
Did i ever tell you, my man love what you do
That little thing with your tongue
You the best, who knew?
It′s been close to few..at times even impossible
But..it′s been between me and you, babyyy

Chorus:

@ Ja Rule

Текст песни:

New…
Ja Rule, Vita, Charlie Baltimore, Ashanti…
Fat Joe, All Murder Inc…
Irv Gotti, Chris, TNT…
Whaaaat……

Chorus:
I wanna be your chick
I wanna be down for you
(Do ya trust me?) Yeah
(Love me?) Yeah
(You′re puttin′ it on me Ya must be)
Ya down ass chick
I wanna be your chick
(It ain′t only for the RULE baby)
I ride for u, Down for u
Do anything ya want me to
I be ya down ass chick

(Ja Rule:)
This chick no intentions of bein′ offensive
The women by callin ya′ll bitches
My down ass bitches
Still my queen bitch′s cut look clean
On ya finger next to the finger ya flipped at me
And this no in between me and you
Only me and you
Who else gon′ put it on me like the RULE
God only looks after children and foo′s
And you not so who gon′ look after you
It′s RULE baby

(Vita:)
True baby
It′s only for you baby
Vita thighs only divide if you beside
Cuz I love the way you touch me
Nobody can get it
And if it′s comin′ and gunnin′
Just come in it and spit it
So when ya gone for a minute
I just fantasize like if it′s you It′s all in it
Then I′m satisfied til′ you come back to me
Holdin stack and jewels
V-i-t-a and my nigga J-a RULE baby

Chorus:

(Ashanti:)
I′m gonna be here when ya need
RULE baby can always count on me
No you don′t ever have to worry
You know I′ll make it in a hurry
I′m here for ya
And I wont never leave tears for ya
Cuz boy ya got to me
Nobody ever come before me
You′ll always be my one and only

(Ja Rule (Ashanti):)
Babygirl would ya bust ya gun with me? (Yeah yeah)
Lie to the feds to come get me? (Yeah Yeah)
And if I died Kill for me? (Yeah Yeah)
Are you trustin me? (Yeah Yeah)
Are you lovin me? (Yeah Yeah Yeah)
Yeah let′s get it grinnin
Like we asked for the Simpsons or Ike and Anna Mehoe
On one their good days
You smile like sun rays 5′5 with brown eyes and thick legs
Only for the RULE baby

Chorus:

(Charlie Baltimore:)
Now baby I told you I can show you better than I can tell you
Don′t try to bring conversey and mail
Just sweet words and naked photos
I′m still that pretty down down ass 2 cars behind ya 6
And I diss any clown ass rockin my brown ass only a down ass
And it′s all for you
I′m grown a tad bit since we been at like rare bitches
To move a little bumper and it′s
((Ja Rule:) AND IT′S ALL FOR RULE)
Shit Who gon′ love you like that?
Thug with you wit a stack to the ceilin
And spilt in the dub with you
Cuz I played my position with KO-D′s, O G′s
Until that blood shed blood red and we O-Ded
Remember every word that ya told me
((Ja Rule:) SHOWED ME HOLD ME)
All you need in your life is Chuck, drugs, and dubs on 22′s
Now tell me who the hunny for you
CHUCK

(Chorus x2)

@ Ja Rule

Текст песни:

(feat. Hussein Fatal)

(Intro Hussein Fatal)
And what ever it is then that′s what is gonna be nigga
Hussein Fatal, the outlaw don, Blood In My Eyes
Shyea′, Triple O stand up, Got your mind′s back right
Jerse′s mobbin′ these cowards all the time
You know gunning them down, Every thing like that
Smooth stayin′ forty below on these cowards, early nigga
Outlaw status only got these niggaz on freeze
Get down and lay down, Draw heat and protect your self
Rule′ holla at yo′ peoples nigga..

(Verse 1 Ja Rule)
For now on call me the don, and bicthes call me don da da
Where ever I go niggaz soon to follow′
Like when I dropped my first joint making the world Holla
I kept it Between Me And You
Cause that what real street niggaz do
Put it on Me, cause even thugs get lonely
Sometimes I Cry, fo′ niggaz I′m a baptized
when will they realize I Live It Up
cop tha coke sell it and re′ it up
I′m Always On Time got bitches Memsmerize
from the Thug Lovin load the clip
cock back the nine, open mouth shove it
look in his eyes, and squeeze like fuck it
And just to think my niggaz do this shit for nuthin′
When my wild Rule′ thuggins, lookin′ to get a come up
Come on in and catch the angel that′s all in
Call me Lord remis′ my time, and I′ll arrive with
Blood in my eyes

(Hussein Fatal Talking)
That′s what real niggaz do u know
We hold it down for each other
We don′t waste time we get it done
Why not, Why would′nt we, you know
That what goes down you know
You draw yours, I draw mine
Who ever get the drop that what it is
The object is to get it done, let′s go it′s nuthin′ (Yo)

(Verse 2 Ja Rule)
Fuck tha world and niggaz that proceed to run it
Rule′ for prez cause I′m one of the best that done it
On the M-I, these niggaz spittin′ semi, to get by
But never really get right, livin off of the hit I
DMX was my dog, but now we just dog fight
Sucking on glass dicks, calling them crack pipes
And I′m hearin′ you letting yo′ health slide these days
And yo lady′s dicked up, and you contracted to aids
Who the fuck you callin′ gay nigga, must a been talk to
Em′ and Dre, nigga, pour out a little liqour
And rest in peace to Tupac Shakur, cause you let us know
that Dre was a queer before
And Marshall how dare you use his name in vain
Son of a panther, you′ll never understand his pain
But you do understand trailer parks and cocaine
Disrespcting your mother what fuckin part of
the game is that man , I guess this world need change
so we got it, and now I gotta put ′em in the grave
Red, guide ′em before they put us in the cage
Rule′ and Gotti america′s most wanted to many..
Come and get me!!! (Pretty soon ya gonna pay)

@ Ja Rule

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Chorus:
Where my bitches dat would freak wit me (cum′ on let′s Ride)
How many my niggaz dat would row wit me (cum′ on let′s Ride)
where my bitches dat would lie for me (cum′ on let′s Ride)
How many niggaz dat would die for me, die for me, die for me

Verse 1:
Where the fuck my thugs at ready or not nigga ain′t no Turnin Back
Where the fuck my hoes at who I pimp hard when they wanna get to a tap
But you know you can do dat that luv I′m just hear to fuck you know dat luv
Want you want baby roll it or what while you think about
Twist me a douche you holdin me up how many bitches wanna ride wit me
Or cum tru wit the top down like where my bitches at hop in make it fast don′t
slow me down
Where the fuck my killers at end of the light weight now pop a gun wit them now
Where the fuck them clowns at kickin the dough for the pussy by the hour
where the them hoers at get your dough mama
I′m ride till the end of the baby this life gonna drive me crazy
Been getting high lately wonderin where the lord gonna take me
Where the fuck my gangsters at coo never sweat under the gun
Where the fuck my Mistress at at cock back ready to pop something
Since you niggaz all about frontin let′s how and when you want
Ya don′t want my thugs to get up on it leave it alone cuz we bought our liquor,
now.

Chorus: Repeat 2x

Verse 2:
Bitch niggaz better smarten up before I bring out the toast and touch you up
Fuckin wit Ja you know you got allot of luck but nowa days you ain′t gettin out
as much
what the fuck iz up baby boy you scared or what I Swiss nothin but the hot shit
So I hear you wanna pop shit you don′t know who you Fuckin wit let me show how
lifes a Bitch
I went through drug money hustlin every day to get a taste
Through gun or blood money Killin niggaz back then for a small face
Got in the hot money wish yourz was mine in every case
now it′s cream money spelt the raw and if more get chased
holla out my niggaz be the word of mouth My bitches bang head like the dirty
south nigga bounce
row my niggaz ride my bitches if you ain′t heard nigga ride out wit us
Where the fuck all my murderers hit up wit the heat nigga just because
let the whole world row wit the more of us, let′s ride.

Chorus:

Verse 3:
(The Lord Iz callin me) recently but ain′t got time to speak
(Lord what you want from me) hope it ain′t my time for the glen to reap
(Niggaz be Killin me) turn around look them mud eye gun′em down
(That′s how I hit′em and) cool′em off what the fuck iz you hollin bout
Niggaz be run-in wild) paid to strip what ever happened to the sun hit
(Will never calm down) deal wit a lot of niggaz get killed for this
(Especially my niggaz) rest in peace to my dogz wit luv till death
(For When I die niggaz)never to hell I′ve been down wit some of the best yeah
nigga

Chorus: Untill end

@ Ja Rule

Текст песни:

(Intro - Ja Rule)
Yeah, yeah.. haha yeah!
I gotta get my headphones
All my gangsta niggaz is in the building on this one!
You know! Yeah yeah ya know
It′s real!! Hussein what′s happ′nin nigga?
I see you, aight Shadow what′s poppin BLAT!!
Haha haha, yeah my nigga O-1 in the motherfucking house
Jody in the house (Jody Mack!)
My nigga Cadillac, Gotti what up!?!
Blackchild what up!?!
I′d like to welcome all my niggaz
To the world famous Murda Inc. Show
Big shout to all my Queens niggaz in Staten Island
Niggaz in Uptown, niggaz in Brooklyn niggaz
All my Bronx niggaz yeah, all my Jersey niggaz! you know?
We doing it real big right here! all my money niggaz
This shit commentated on the one′s and two′s!
They call me the Mighty Rule! how ya living?
This real shit we talking
I wanna ask all my gangsta niggaz a real question (holla back)
What do you do - when niggaz spit at you?!

(Chorus - Ja Rule)
Clap back, we gon′ clap back
We gon′ clap back, we gon′ clap back
(Let′s take ′em to war niggaz!)
We gon′ clap back, we gon′ clap back
We gon′ clap back, we gon′ clap back
(Let′s take ′em to war niggaz)
We gon′ clap back, we gon′ clap back
We gon′ clap back, we gon′ clap back
(Let′s take ′em to war niggaz!)
We gon′ clap back, we gon′ clap back
We gon′ clap back, we gon′ clap back
(Let′s take ′em to war niggaz)
We gon′ clap back, we gon′ clap back

(Verse 1 - Ja Rule)
Fuck if they holl′in about Rule nigga, here′s the real
I′ll pop ya top like Champagne bottles that chill
Wear nothing but ice, smiles tinted up to The Greatest
Tell em I′m nice too, plus push them nice grooves
The Inc roll like duece man, I′m ol′ G Bobby J
And we sling at soccer fields the yay
They don′t respect that, don′t get your minds around
You′ll get it pushed back, y′all don′t want that
I send em to the morgue while keepin my bitches bouncin fa sho
In Da Club with no gun, got em taking it off
Can′t help that, I′m the nigga that puts it down
Once I hit that, that′s if I′m up in the May (bach)
Fasten them holding the throwback, West 44 Lakers
Let′s make no mistakes, resents take place
We′ll still proceed you with a gun in your face
When you got one in your waist, let′s cock back nigga ample space!
(C′mon!) We gon′

(Chorus)

(Verse 2 - Ja Rule)
The Rule be In Da Club rude motherfucker poppin the bubbly
When shit get ugly I hug the snub closely
But usually we still see your bitches
Thats is known for quick shit, trying to ride my dick
I can′t handle it, lower their manners
To get they ass infront of my dick to dance, the bitch want more chance
Catching hate from a glance, but I′m a giant
These niggaz is mere ants, I′ll stomp ′em wit his thang
Give bitches the back hand, pimp shit, it′s not realistic
The game is helpless, let′s not get it twisted
I′m young, wrapped, and gifted, but still at the bottom
And stuck somewhere between Gomorrah and Saddam
I′m here to make this rap shit hotter than Harlem
Fuck the Dog beware of Rule, cause I′m the problem
We′ll still proceed you with a gun in your face
When you got one in your waist, let′s cock back nigga ample space!
(C′mon!) We gon′

(Chorus)

(Verse 3 - Ja Rule)
Like Bush and Saddam, I′m a find out
Where Em Laden′s hiding and bomb him first
It could be much worse, I could be hotter than yo scrubs
Mask and glove, gun hot from burnin ass up
I′d rather be bossed up, wit a bunch of broads
The preachers daughter screaming out Fuck the law!
I play a struck chord, wit the Christians
But y′all got the freakiest bitches out of all the religions
And God gave me his blessings to handle my business
All these wanksta snitches, let the nina blow kisses
If she some how misses, he gon′ meet the mistress
And Clap that boy like Birdman and Clipse
I got these niggaz all over my dick, like hoes
I′m the star at these shows, I must be as hot as they come
We′ll still proceed you with a gun in your face
When you got one in your waist, let′s cock back nigga ample space!
(C′mon!) We gon′

(Chorus)

(Outro)
(Ja Rule) Yeah, my nigga ′Zino in this motherfucker
(Benzino) That′s how we do it, know what I mean
(Benzino) Buck ′89 what′s up baby, I see you
(Ja Rule) Break ′em down nigga! break ′em down!
(Benzino) Bring them birds, in the motherfucking house
(Benzino) It′s not a game no mo′
(Ja Rule) Queens in this motherfucker
(Benzino) You know
(Ja Rule) All my Jersey niggaz, all my Boston niggaz
(Ja Rule) All my Brooklyn niggaz, Brooklyn sir what up!
(Ja Rule) Haha, yeah, holla at me man

@ Ja Rule

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(feat.Vita)

Where would I be without my baby
The thought alone might break me
And I don′t wanna go crazy
But every thug needs a lady

(Ja Rule)
Girl it feel like you and I been mourning together
Inseparable, we chose pain over pleasure
For that you′ll forever be a, part of me
Mind body and soul ain′t no I in we (baby)
When you cry who wipes your tears
When you scared, who′s telling you there′s nothin to fear
Girl I′ll always be there
When you need a shoulder to lean on
Never hesitate knowing you can call on, your soul-mate
And vice versa, that′s why I be the first to
See Jacob′s and frost your wrist up
Now you owe me, I know you′re tired of being lonely
So baby girl put it on me

Chorus x2 (Ja Rule):
Where would I be without you (uh)
I only think about you (yeah)
I know you′re tired or being lonely (lonely)
So baby girl put it on me (put it on me)

(Vita)
Yo, and I appreciate the rocks and gifts that you cop me baby
And that house on the hill when you drop like 80
On a down payment thinking damn ain′t life gravy
And ever since for my honey I been twice the lady
What would I do without the nights that you kept me warm
When this cold world had a girl caught in a storm
And I accept when you riff when you caught in the wrong
And respect when you flip, ′cause our love is strong
And when you hit the block, I watch for 10-4
And when my pops asleep you snuck in the backdoor
Baby boy we been down since junior high
So when life get hot in july it′s the world against you and I
We ballin′, tied together and never
Heart from the heart, knew that it would last forever
When you told me, you would never leave me lonely
So baby boy put it on me

Chorus

(Ja Rule)
Since we met it′s been you and I
A tear for a tear, baby eye for an eye
And you know that my heart gon cry
If you leave me lonely
Cuz you not just my love you my homie
Who′s gonna console me, my love
I′m outta control hold me, my love
Cause I′m yours
And I don′t wanna do nothin to hurt my baby girl
If this was our world it′d be all yours, baby
The thought alone might break me
And I don′t wanna go crazy
Cause every thug needs a lady (yeah, yeah)
I feel you baby cause them eyes ain′t lying
Wash away all the tears there be no more crying (baby)
And you complete me, and I would die if you ain′t wit me
So baby girl put it on me

@ Ja Rule

Текст песни:

Woooooo
Murder Inc Motherfucker

Chorus:
We world wide connected, and ya′ll don′t want to fuck with us
In the streets we respected, so ya′ll don′t want to fuck wit us
World wide connected nigga, ya′ll don′t want to fuck wit us
We gangster ass niggaz and we hard to hit
Murder Inc in the role who could fuck wit this

(Eastwood)
It ain′t no verse mother fuckers who fake east thugs
Its murder Inc In the role nigga throw up your dub
They show us love in the club real niggaz bossed up man
We heavily intoxicated so toss it up
Attacks your mind and your conscience
Written to enhance this verbally thugs grammar
I′m bout to touch the roof wit it
Extraordinary and I was never ordinary in cemetery
bisit my thugs in mortuaries
End all most reality young name and ′Pac
I′m a keep my heat tucked until my soul goes pop
I hear a lot of niggaz rapping
But there ain′t that many rappers out there scraping and keep it cracking
We keep it happening
I′m a million out the gate
No scratch that 8 from cd′s to tapes we rock like earthquakes
I′m Eastwood catch me dipping a Fleetwood like a g should
Young Eastwood is so damn good

Chorus:

(Crooked I)
Nigga think that I is raw spit
Murder Inc in the role, we all sick
So niggaz Involved get mauled quick as a dog and the raw gets you involved
And I′m a draw quick, nigga a wwww shit
Punks talking lick I haul off quick
Wit a sawed off kick It′s like they fall off cliffs
Y′all call it off before all y′all get stoned
like you′re fallen off in a raw mosh pit
Get tossed in a ditch your coffin is sick
While I floss in the awesomest whips and I toss in your chicks
Your caution when your calling your six
Cause your talk can get you crossed and lost in the mix
I′m a pause in the bitch bossed in the pits
Burn I serve niggaz stay off at ya clique
Spend off with ya grip my land of gangreen
You have the doctors taking your leg off of your hip
Motherfucker!

Chorus:

(Ja Rule)
All y′all niggaz need to get off my dick
I spit it how I live it plus the flows real sick
I got killers ranged from Compton to Cleveland
World wide connected any type niggaz there′s no breathing
Give me the reason I put a halo throw your mental
And give your the Holy Spirit and see you to gods temple
I′m the avenging angle and earth be thy claim
And Ja be thy name, I know your all praying
For the day of my diminishing,
Why don′t somebody finish them off and put it right through his cross
The X is the 50 ya′ll got to be kidding me
These niggaz is my sons I raised them from young
Curtis and little Earl should of been little girls
Cause they bitch made and they act like one of my itchbays
Touche! The Rule is more than ready
Gun heavy and world wide connected (feel me)

Chorus:

@ Ja Rule

Текст песни:

Yeah, yeah, uh huh
Race against time, ha part two
You know, haha,
Uh, c′mon
Yeah, yeah, yeah, haha
Nothin like the future

[Verse 1]
Guess who′s back to personify money, power, and bitches
But when bitches been gettin money, that when shit get ridiculous
I′m hittin switches like six fo′s, bouncin and leanin
The west coast seemin, keep the fo′ fo′ demon
And the rock is all stashed up
Roll up a little diesel, keep it hashed up
Then +Holla, Holla+ at the whores, is hollerin back
Let ′em know a few facts like if your ridin, your back′s slidin
This is the ′Race Against Time′ and I ain′t got time to waste
To give chase, I put a hole in your fin
But your head to the barrel like DJ′s is spinnin
Backward, to blow off the backwood, I′m so hood
But what′s really hood, when you ain′t doin your hood
no motherfuckin good, and bein misunderstood
I would die if I could, Rule the lion
And I′ma keep "ri-da-da-da-da-in"

[Chorus - 2X]
Race against time, I - can′t stop
Runnin through the red light - livin my life
Even if I′m gettin too hot
Still I can′t stop - "Ri-da-da-da-din"

[Verse 2]
Bless the day that the God was born two, twenty-nine, seventy-six
This cocaine was heavily mixed
And all them niggaz had a fixation for bad reputation
For pimpin hoes, and shootin fo, to bring the free basin
If this is time erasin, the devil is runnin like Bettis
And got his guns out lookin for ways to behead us
You can die in a matter of seconds, so I′ma slow it down
Turn back the hands of time with the 40 Cal
Claimin your style is the realest, so I′ma define the meanin of murder, it′s killer
You outta your mind, the burner′s designed for the fill up
No gas, and when I spits like acid
smoke weed, but blow ether, spit ashes
cause young Rule in his prime like ′Clay Cassius′
Hated by the masses, but overwhelmed with love and passion
For when I die niggaz keep "ri-da-da-da-din"

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
If Jesus Christ was criticized, then why not me
What the fuck am I special, I struck a deal with the devil
Haha, every kid a prophet, which one seem like its logic
Me in church, or me in bed with bitches managen
I can chase like sergeant, addictive like heroin
Outsiders just lookin in, through a barrel that′s pinned to the peep hole
They seein all or nothin like Jazz from Clisco
Hit ′em up and let′s go, jump over the threshold
I just got married to bangin pistol, drugs and other shit
Feel in love with a bitch that I call crime
She reminded me that nobody can beat time
If you get enough of it nigga
So I looked her dead in her eyes and pulled the trigger
Thinkin that the music we feel would be somethin different
But this the same old criminal vibin
I ain′t hidin, I′ma keep "ri-da-da-da-din"

[Chorus]

@ Ja Rule

Текст песни:

Verse 1

Look at my life style it′s dangerous
When i was young this saught of life was contagious
Hustling hard like them shark down in Vegas
My gat and I come buss spontaneious
This world made us only to take what they gave us
The game is our loss watch yo gloat
Then show you that this world ain′t yours push crack like swinging doors
And leave strips wide open Ja′s holding a pair of mines and yawl cats folding
My life ain′t been at all goldin this rhyme hit me at a young age
And kept calling i know i′m falling, to the evil of money and drugs
And loss woman but that′s what i′m loving about living
Being I see my birth as a given
Knowing my inner limits this game ain′t no scrimage
let′s play big were winners
Beg the lord for forgiveness for when i die please take me off your shit list
Cause i′ll be nameless
Puttin me through changes the J to the A niggas know the flows crazy

Chorus (2x)

Verse 2

I got a lust for this money
Admire them old timers, assume with no conscience
Made aa word so chaotic, opened up my mind and introduced me to narcotics
Brand new wips not this thicks the hottest chicks
I just can′t seem to keep them off of my dicks
The difference is yawl did yawl thing on the low, made a lot of doe
We did our thing hihg pro thought
We still blew I wish I knew dirty money was evil
I never understood till I lost a few people
Dead and gone still their memory lives on throw a mural up
Let them niggas know their was loved now we′re in to better thing
Got our hands on ring crime in the streets cause it′s my time
I drag think line between love and war
Really nigga you with me your flossing out side, that you fear me literally
Strait up and down with no cross as God as my witness
And Ja is yours i′m a spit in your directions hit the floor nigga

Chorus (2x)

@ Ja Rule

Текст песни:

Yeah...*sniff*...been a slave too long.
ALL MY MURDERERS!!!!!!
Let′s march my niggas.

Lord, can we get a break? (Lord, can we get a break?)
We ain′t really happy here. (We ain′t really happy here.)
Take a look into our eyes! (Take a look into our eyes!)
And see pain without fear. (And see pain without fear.)

Lord, can we get a break? (Lord, can we get a break?)
We ain′t really happy here. (We ain′t really happy here.)
Take a look into our eyes! (Take a look into our eyes!)
And see pain without fear. (And see pain without fear.)

LORD, CAN WE GET A BREAK? (LORD, CAN WE GET A BREAK?)
We ain′t really happy here. (We ain′t really happy here.)
Take a look into our eyes! (Take a look into our eyes!)
And see pain without fear. (And see pain without fear.)

LORD, CAN WE GET A BREAK? (LORD, CAN WE GET A BREAK?)
We ain′t really happy here. (We ain′t really happy here.)
Take a look into our eyes! (Take a look into our eyes!)
And see pain without fear. (And see pain without fear.)

LORD! Oooooh Lord! Can we get a break?

@ Ja Rule

Текст песни:

It′s my heart
Pray

Daddy′s little baby, must learn this world is shady
And the color of your skin don′t make you less of a lady
Degrade yourself, never cuz I′m teaching you better
Life ain′t all about cheddar diamonds and leather
Understand you a black sister, in this white man′s
World, don′t let it get ya, down girl
It′s essential that you grow amongst your group
So you don′t grow too fast and be doin lord knows who
Cuz daddy loves you, don′t let nobody tell you different
What I, do for a living is a talent I′m given
And I′ma raise you too black too strong beautiful
Tell the truth let you know what women go through
Lies and deceit, the nigga you love he gone cheat
So be careful in the heat baby girl wit cold feet
Keep yo head steady, baby this world ain′t ready
Make me proud you daddy′s little baby ha

Chorus:

I′ll always come back to you
I′ll always come back to you
I′ll always come back to you
You′re my baby now and ever

Yo Ja′s imagery is somewhat like God and his chemistry
Blasphemy, I tell my baby girl proudly
Put her over my knee and let her know this world is yours
Men are dogs take it from daddy and hold yours
Head high lady, love is bout lies and deception
Will always be seen through the eyes
In my demise don′t cry just, hold on
Stay headstrong and live to learn that life goes on
The day you was born God answered my cry for help
I look at you a female replica of myself
I was conceived 2 29 you 9 22
God′ whats the science in this sign you threw?
I wanna know just so I can spread the jewel to my youth
So she don′t have to come up like I did runnin loots
Keep yo head steady, baby this world ain′t ready
Make me proud you′re daddy′s little baby
For real

Chorus:

When I look in yo eyes I see stars
It′s me and you against the world
Baby it′s in the signs
And anything you want you can get it daddy′s getting it done
You the reason why I keep the hundreds under the ones
And go through rain sleet and snow to kiss the sun
Though my travel through the storm has just begun
Swear to god when my sister died, I was only five
Didn′t even cry, couldn′t know the value of a life
Know I realize why Brittney′s so rare to me
She came at the time when nobody cared for me
This world′s tough, I′ma guide you through it carefully
Learn the game and remember nothing in life′s free
My little lady, can′t quite understand me now
But baby, in time I′ll break it down
So keep yo head steady, baby this world ain′t ready
Make me proud you′re daddy′s little baby
For real

Chorus:

@ Ja Rule

Текст песни:

(Black Child)
Word to god
Y′all know who the fuck this is
You know we would kidnap yo kidz
You know what the fuck we do
Murder bitch niggaz like you
For real, all the time, any place, anywhere
Y′all niggaz could get it
Act like y′all don′t know
(rapping)
In a world that′s ice cold, blacks die slowly
Cats snatch rollies, gats′ll leave you holy
My momma always told me the streetz will slow me down
Daddy never showed me how the heat will hold me down
So now I rob and steal, spit shit you feal, wit a clique that kills
Yea my shit′s that real, I hustle hard all my life
Ran the streetz all night
My wife alwayz said everything was gonna be ait
And she was right and that′s one reason why I love her
But everything she said went in one ear and out the other
Word to mother, look at it from a thug point of view
When the kids need clothes, what a thug gon do?
Hit the streetz and hustle, pick up the heat and bust you
I′m tryin to eat like Russel
Murda is my hustle But you keep chasin yestarday, you gon miss tomorow
It′s murda motherfucker we don′t beg or borrow
We take shit, fuck you and yo fake bitch, when the eight (.8mm) spit
You could feel the hatred, taste it
You high right now, you ain′t ready to die right now
The .45 will calm you down, you under trauma now
It′s drama how a child will shut shit down
Kill a nigger for the fuck of it I get you touched for chips
Fuck that shit, fuck the whip, and fuck you bitch
YOU CAN JUST SUCK MY DICK

Chorus: ( Black Child )
If you chasin yestraday, you gon miss tomorow
It′s murda motherfucker, we don′t beg or borrow
We take shit, fuck you and yo fake bitch
When the .8 spit you could feel the hatred, taste it
It′s your blood, when we show blood, we murderers (murdaraz)
We throw slugz, we huselazz (huselazz) we sell drugz
And tell thugz live it up till yo time stopz

(Tah Murda)
Yo I give a fuck if y′all niggaz hate me
I drop bodies off where the lakes be
But lately, I′ve been hitin cribz
And safes where the cake be
I take three to the vest for the love of the dolla
I put that hot shit thru you and watch you Holla Holla
The same niggaz that I ball wit I′ma brawl wit
I′m a tank running in banks and takinall of it
Player we′re flawless, wit nutten to lose gunz bustin
And brossen niggerz y′all can′t live
Funny shit about it, niggers wanna hit me, forget about it
Thug shit I′m still livin y′all niggaz just spit about it
I rob and stomp niggaz 2 3rd of my life
The other 1 3 spent sittin on curbz chasin those birdz
If you ever get the urge to come by and try to test
There′s only one and then you get numb and lied to rest
It′s murda the only code to the ghetto
It′s murda, nigga hand me the bezzle
And dance with the devil, gunz rapidly spit
Gangsta shit, attractin yo bitch, gettin head and lean back in the whip
I mastered the chipz, Nigga I′m tryin to tell you
You′re holdin hammers and nails and
We have you where the dogz couldn′t smell you

Chorus: ( Black Child )
If you chasin yestraday, you gon miss tomorow
It′s murda motherfucker, we don′t beg or borrow
We take shit, fuck you and yo fake bitch
When the .8 spit you could feel the hatred, taste it
It′s your blood, when we show blood, we murderers (murdaraz)
We throw slugz, we huselazz (huselazz) we sell drugz
And tell thugz live it up till yo time stopz

(Ja Rule)
Ja′s a muthafuckin problem
Any nigga think not, I′ma pop him
Put the lean on niggaz the minute I spot em
Who′s gettin it, I got him Nigga dead and gone
Gonna guide em to the cross roads show em how those gunz blow
I′ma degenerate nigga addicted to hydro, switchin four lanes
Top down wit my eyes closed, got a death wish
Money, drugz, and murderer shit
What you want with this? We′ll kidnap yo kids
And clap up yo crib, It′s the MuRdErAz
Who you know wit gunz that kill shit
Just because we′re them hot niggerz
Sell mo records than Roc niggaz
I′ma lock it down for six months and shock niggaz
What′s my name?
J the A R.U.L.E. with them hoez get between more sheetz than Isley
You can′t deny me, I′m the muthafuckin one
Druggin bitches like Heron(heroin)
The god be the Rule, if you′re hot get bice and bice
On your jewel to cop a Benz
20 inch chrome, the shoes, I got nuttin to lose but everything to live for
Thoroughbread demand and supply the raw
I put my smash down from N.Y. to Chi-Town
INC Murder spittin in roundz
You don′t wanna her how it soundz, When we cock them flames
It′s Murda And ain′t shit gon change
Niggaz!!!

@ Ja Rule

Текст песни:

Darkchild 9-9
(They ain′t ready for this)
Ja Rule
Uh, Darkchild

(Ja Rule)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, damn
I couldn′t think about the next man bangin′ you
Hittin′ it, empowerin′ you the I used to
You make me holla
Your cat top dolla, purr when wet
Worth puttin′ diamonds on your collar
We down, hittin′ switches like a 6-4, follow
Me and you against the world, baby girl (oh oh oh)
But you broken
Now she got your side of the bed, your 6
With wide-screen TVs, in the head
You like the living dead cuz you won′t be back
The cat you thought was on, throwin′ you off-track (oh oh oh)
Can′t do that, love′s like a tug-a-war match
You can′t win, you fall in, get too attached
You wanna be where I′m at, feelin′ me
Without climax, nails diggin′ in my back, head board outta wack
What you love about Ja, is what caught your eye
Painful lies and sweet goodbyes, baby why?

(So Plush)
(1) - Damn, I should′ve never let you walk right out of my life
I should′ve treated you right
I should′ve been by your side

But damn, I slept and let you catch somebody′s eye
Now I can′t even lie
It′s killin′ me inside

I fell in love with you, see, like they do in movies
You were the generous type
You brought me things I didn′t need
Promised to take care of me
But then I pushed you to leave, yeah yeah

Money don′t make the man, I understand,
since I let you go (oh oh oh oh)
But I could′ve had damn near everything, yeah yeah
Ya see I should′ve changed my plans
Let ya be my man just for your doe (oh oh oh oh)
And never ever have to explain

(Repeat 1)

It′s wrong for me to think this
But I could have handled it
Me playin′ you for a fool
Frontin′, so romantic
Just to get my wishes granted
I should′ve did what I had to do, oh

Now when I think it through,
I could′ve been to you a real good girl (oh oh oh oh)
It didn′t mean that this is your world, yeah yeah yeah
To satisfy all my needs,
I could′ve pleased you a little bit more (oh oh oh oh)
Should′ve been, could′ve been, would′ve been
But these thoughts I just ignored, oh

(Repeat 1)
(Repeat 1)

You don′t even wanna talk to me, you don′t wanna be with me anymore
You don′t even wanna call at all, but ya come around tryin′ to hit me off
You don′t wanna go out with me, I can′t stand to see you outta line
But it′s really killing me, you′re not feeling me
I wish you were mine, but..

(Repeat 1 to fade)

@ Ja Rule

Текст песни:

(feat. 2Pac, Ashanti, Nas)

(Ash) There′s no me
(Nas) In the beginnin, it was me (blastin) Nas (I′m blastin)
(Nas) I stood alone (Ashanti) but now
(Ash) Don′t you know that I will never leave
(Nas) Murder Inc. y′all
(Jah) It′s MURAHHHHHHHH! Nigga, HA HA!
(Nas) It′s over now; y′all know that right? (Irv Gotti!)
(Nas) Ill Will baby
(Ash) It′s Murdah, for life

(Verse One: Nas)
My enemies want sorta the same respect I was born with
Godson, tatted on my chest it′s permanent
The rap Albert Anastasia; you cowards
Y′all want the crown from the black power man of Asia
Snap out your dreams and prayers of takin a king′s paper
Ask another rapper how it feels to lose his whole gangsta
(How it feel?) Youse a no namesta - ya little mans is no threat
You make me upset I might stank ya (blastin)
Inc. is the Murdah, Ill Will merger let my cash
make sex with yo′ cash, it can′t hurt us
Phones ringing off the hook, Bush and Bloomberg callin me constant
Streets wanna know the cause of that gossip
Nas is lord of the projects ′til the coffins drop
in the ocean like a Amistad slave overboat when
It′s a new day ya should be scared I′m back with Stoute
Southside, Queensbridge, the hood′s in here

(Chorus: Ashanti + (Nas))
There′s no me (uh talk to me) without you (There′s no me y′all)
I can′t be (I.N.C.) without you (Ill Will now)
Don′t you know that I will never leave (talk to me now)
Leave you (It′s no me y′all)
All I need (I.N.C.) need is you
There′s no me

(Jah) Yeah - you talk to these niggaz Gotti
(Irv) B-b-b-blastin! I′m blastin..
(Jah) Whattup Suge?
(Ash) It′s Murdah!

(Ja Rule)
And lord knows I′ll, DIEEE, I pledge allegience to homicide
And murdah be the case when I kill ′em
Whyyy, would they get a nigga like me started
I′m regarded the hardest workin artist since ′Pac - NIGGAZ!
And I ain′t talkin if I′m liked or better
I′m talkin if he was here we′d probably ride together
On this chick ass nigga with curls, bitch dog!
Get at me dog - Rule nigga the boss
You always been a punk now ain′t it a pity
That you runnin to I.G., dyin to be me
But I pledge, I.N.C. and for the love
I′ll bleed it in blood and die from hot slugs - motherfuckers

Chorus:

(Ashanti)
Murdah I.N.C. - you know that I can′t see myself
livin without you, bein without you, breathin without you baby
What you done to me - you know that I can′t see myself
livin without you, bein without you, breathin without you baby

(Chorus w o Nas ad libs)

Chorus:

(Chorus - in background while ′Pac talks and Gotti ad libs)

(2Pac)
I shall not fear no man but God
Though I walk through the valley of death
If I should die before I wake..

(Jah) It′s Murdah!!!!
(Ash) It′s Murdah, for life

@ Ja Rule

Текст песни:

(Ja Rule)
yea, yo - yo - yo - YO! - (yo) - Holla (Holla)
The Last Temptation, we comin′ through now niggaz
s′the problem?, (the problem?) s′the problem?, (the problem?)
Always has been, hahaha, yo partna (yo partna)
Turn me up this bitch up in my mothafuckin′ headphones and shit
C′mon, well let these niggaz know, (niggaz know)
Let it known...muh′afuckas y′all want war wit′ the GOD
C′mon y′all know better, I put holes in ya leather
Remix your sweater, and I bet the flows wet her
Then notion front property - better come at me properly
Niggaz better off poppin′ me - but I believe
Y′all scared ta clap from henis
In the fact I′m unforgiftable, gives me the advantage
What the fuck, am I′m speaking spanish niggaz
What I got ta tell y′all in detail how we murder niggaz
Handle ya buisness, Tha Inc. is religious
Murders a sacrifice, throwing ends niggaz
That means Murda fa′ life, and I′ll die for that bread and black
That house wit′ tha chedda stack, wit′ smiles in my kids face
What could replace this, this lil′ nigga here
The coming grimce wit′ death, ta taste it
My airs thick and filled wit′ hatred
Surprise of that look in my eyes, but don′t be
I′m just following the foots of the Lord, then thank me
If I go crazily insane, I′ma blame it on the world
Look what I became, ′cause they ain′t give me all the fame
and the money mayne, maybe an I-con
So the world can catch a nigga wit′ his lights on
That′s the pros and con, ya never quite free
So just gimme a lil′ room so I can breathe
And my pain goin′ be the death of me
But to be loved is my destiny, My black peep...
yea (yea) - we out (we out) Holla (Holla - Holla - Holla)

@ Ja Rule

Текст песни:

Uh, uh, yeah, gangsta shit
Takin my word, y′all want this
They don′t want none of me
They don′t want none of me
Yeah, please believe it
Rule baby, unquestionable
Uh, uh, but you know that
Heck, I know that
Uh, ha, yeah, uh

(Verse 1)
What has this world come to
When a nigga like me could be perceived the American Dream
Life aint always what it seems, my younguns
Please believe strugglin, always provokes the hustlin
To that we accustomed
You get acquainted with everybody throughout the hood
Still don′t trust ′em
Trust is a serious thing
Most niggas don′t trust nobody they aint know since sixteen
Does that mean the devil is in us, of course
Who you think is holdin us up to fall short
Touch but don′t taste, taste but don′t swallow
And these are the rules that we ′posed to follow
People pray for eternity, never see tomorrow
They just, wishin the Lord would take ′em away from the horror that
I′m currently, bringin, y′all motherfuckers gonna hafta
Murder me, swingin bud, I won′t die

(Verse 2)
Hear what I′m sayin, y′all niggas better start sayin prayers
Cuz a nigga wit no cares, is finally here
Say what I want, when I want, fuck police
Cuz my gangsta niggas know we own the streets
With the wind beneath my wings, ground under my feet
I′m the black rose nigga that grew from concrete
It′s the Rule, get it right, or get it real hot
A whole lotta shots sent flying through your block (gunshot)
The one I need, and, oh, before I leave
Does anybody else feel they don′t wanna breathe
Been menacing this society since conceived
And nigga you know cold hearts don′t bleed
Still they, pray for eternity, never seein tomorrow
They just, wishin the Lord would take ′em away from the horror that
I′m currently, bringin, y′all motherfuckers gonna hafta
Murder me, swingin, the Rule won′t die...

@ Ja Rule