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Текст песни:

(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

Текст песни:

(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

Текст песни:

(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

Текст песни:

(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

Текст песни:

(feat. O1, Vita)

Yo
Rule nigga
Ja Rule, O1

(Ja Rule)
Yeah
It′s our world, please believe
Niggas ain′t real, please believe
It′s murda, please believe
I-N-C niggas what′s fucking 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 playing, y′all playing to lose
Who′s next that wanna ride (who)
Spitting (who) how I do niggas (who?) knowin they wanna ride (who)
Rule baby, I′ve been really outta control lately
If you relating let me hear ya say yea-yaay yea-yaay
Y′all feeling my pain? I′ve been running wild time and again
Y′all swerve in my lane, I′ll pull up and start popping ya brain
Fuck knowin′ these broads names, extravengant champagne
Y′all niggas is lame, my niggas ain′t sane
Who you fuckin′ with?

(Chorus: Ja Rule, O1, Vita)
Ya′ll niggas wanna dead (who)
Then wanna ride (who?)
Ya′ll know the niggas who steady screaming (fuck you)
It′s murda murda, you know it′s murda murda
We scream it, we yell it, we living murda murda murda
Ya′ll ain′t feelin (who)
Ya′ll don′t like (who)
Ya′ll know the niggas that be steady screaming (fuck you)
It′s murda murda, you know it′s murda murda
We live it, we breathe it, we screaming murda murda murda

(Ja Rule)
Murder Inc is my blood
We go through the pain together by any means
Popping 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 putting this on my life
For niggas that ain′t right they get it upon sight
If ya know me then you know we 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 living my life on the edge
Got one in the head plus a nigga′s fed ′nuff said
I′m gonna behead niggas that don′t believe this
Rule baby, 3:36

Chorus:

(O1)
We are the world′s most dangerous niggas alive
All of my niggas bang with us and let′s ride
Muthafuckas will war but not many survive
Cuz 50 shots tearing through the side of ya ride
Cuz we are (murderers)
Muthafucka you heard player (murderers)
Popping collars in air
Popping shots through ya rearview
Bullets, they tear through
Got niggas wondering like What the fuck did I do?
So niggas wanna go and get they man cuz 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 nothing fucking with this ya know why?
Nigga I just came into the game ready to die
Ready to hold heat, drive-by with Rule
Popping shots through the sun roof screaming fuck you

Chorus:

@ Ja Rule

Текст песни:

Chorus

I could see it in your eyes
Ya′ll niggas is scared of us declarin us the world′s most dangerous
You don′t want to see me rise
Because when we get high we get em′, should have seen how we did em
It must′ve been the weed in em
But as long as i′m alive
I′m a show this world my struggle, my pain, my hunger, my hustle
you can put it on my life
Cause I do it for my niggas, for the love of my bitches
If you with we feel this.....

Verse 1

For what′s it worth
Everything that i believe in, my lord
If they saw where a nigga been would they applaud my achievements?
I′m killin these niggaz for a reason
Laying them down ain′t nothing for now, while i′m breathing
I′m a ride for niggas that ride for me
Knowing in my heart that these same niggas would die for me
Bleed tears of love for my lost blood
You can see the pain my my eyes
And what it does and why i don′t give a fuck, whether i live or die
I′m a paint this world a portrait of my mind, show em′, if they deny it
Blow em′ past me the iron
Let me bite them with the bulldog made by design
Niggas gon′ give me mines or get in line for the torture
I swear run close to air my bullets travels wit hprayers, guns blaziing in
pairs
Who′s that nigga you fear? Ja Rule motherfucka
All my hoes and hustlers ride with me, get a feeling on how this world did me
Was curious until it all hit me but it′s clear now though it′s a narrow hall
that i stare down
I′m hugging the bars , kissing the ground, fucking around with the Rule
Nigga what you trying to do? Make me ut a hole in you and your bitch too?
Let′s make this a issue, how we do it thug style, turn the lights off
World enter lock down

Chorus

Verse 2

This is a nigga living his life in wit gripes wit the world
I need to be high, cope ice girl
Fuck a price girl with no problems at all, i′m ready to ball,
On call killer from Atlanta to Dainamall, NY, baby
you see why we the world′s most murderous guys wit hMafia ties
Fuck around and die, i found yself
Me and my nine doing a jooks
Sticking to crime
A true crook in nine-nine, my nigga
You holding me down, we fuck around and start killing these clowns
We′re hittin em′ now, fools lie down
Wuarters to halves to pounds
Nigga i′m seeing tripleof the breakdown
That′s what i make now, ain′t nothing, flake now, fuck the law
Fifty-fifty love showed across the board
I′m a crook ready for war, motherfucka spiiting gutter for sure
That′s on my life, pushing the ready, rock steady on every block, aiight!

Chorus

Verse 3

Fuck the world if they can′t see
I′m a bastard hollering "fuck me"
Blaze to the death and die with dignity
For the life of me I just wanna remain a nigga that′s loyally loved
Through his levels of pain, and i won′t be contained even if incarcerated
still i′m only in chains, bury bread and and stash the range
It′s how a thug wild do things, get arraigned
Start digging for change then get back in the game
Try to see throughtmy thoughts why you ainh′t read for what′s on this mind,
too inclined
One of god′s fearted and greatest designs
See, any nigga that lies, is a nigga you watch
Make him easy to dot, send him home in a raggedy box
You looking me in my eyes, huh? What you saw?
My vision for pain? My lust for sluts and whores?
I′m a wild nigga, might′ve heard of my foul niggas
Ya′ll ain′t ready, it′s fucking murder, you bitch niggas

Chorus (2x)

Artist: Ja Rule
Album: Venni Vetti Vecci
Song: Murda 4 Life (latest single) f/ Memphis Bleek

Chorus

Nigga live with it money drugs and murder for life
Bitches deal with it only loving these hoe′s for the night
If you′re feeling it get high it′s all right
But you can′t get it until the day of our demise

Verse 1

You can holla at the dog haters watn to see me fall
Bitches want to so ball killas, don′t want to see me at all
If i wasn′t rollin with the roc will you nigga pass rock
Share birds, or flash glocks
I waslk around with two Mac′s, raisers and ice-picks
Just cause you niggas want to see me hurting like them it′s all about the
Benjamin money
cash Hoe′s living through this shit i′m in nigga stack doe
Street scalar eight figure nigga white colla cat
Ain′t the M.e.m.p.h man bitch holla back
I′m a creature smoking on hay since it was reefer drug ass flow
As if i was cut with ether
Mark ass nigga don′t want part of this nigga spark with this nigga
Blaze bark with this nigga, me and Ja Rule fuckin you hoe′s
Is what these guy′s do ain′t the type to buy you
Mommy how you slide cock in side you
Suppy you with ten bitches times two i′m a mother fuckin animal

Chorus

Verse 2

Fuck the world, cause it ain′t quite ready for me
I′m living my life niggas take a look at tese eyes
Witness what it is to be real niggas, guns, drugs, hot slugs, coke runs
Want some, get some bad enough by some nigga
Fucking around with JA and Bleek and get hit up, tearing you whole clique up
Then we clip up, nigga that′s what them Murderes nigga that′s use
What the fuck is you ready to die right now nigga
Know you feeling my style niggas run wit nothing but wild brooknam and Queens
Isle nigga
Hit em any nigga that breath rule riddel em wit
Hot one ain′t no nigga like me who you riding wit
Rollin nothing but hot shit your bitch my bitch
Only difference is bitches on my dick blow dick
How i cocok spread hit ho′s love that shit
You celibate i′ll turn you in to the freakiest bitch
have you topless dancing in bars naked for dollas
Ya′ll bitches know what my style is always in some foul shit Rule bitch
Let the world know when i spit nothing but the murderous live with it

Chorus

Holla what you think of that bitch were we freakin
At bum chick i don′t speak to that fly mom
Ma creep with that live with it nigga hit it don′t stop get it get it
don′t tricking bitching would you fuck with it
Brooknam and Queens yo it means more killing more guns more drugs more real
ass niggas
Holla don′t give a fuck dollas niggas what you get it crump blaze skunk
What the fuck ya′ll want nigga!

None of me cause i hit em wit to much stye
And my energy got these niggas creatin lil me′s
I′m a lock and squeeze know that it′s my time
If i leave air breath niggas haten on mines
I′m a nightmare niggas better prepare to die
And deal wit Ja hollerin Murda 4 life!

Chorus

@ Ja Rule

Текст песни:

What up love
You thought I wouldn′t recognize ho like stats
I peep you at the strip joint
You and that little black chick
Acting like you so innocent
When you in the six
Usually that bring the freak right out of a bitch
I knew something was wrong
Lesbian I go on
Ain′t nothing wrong with bump n′ grinding right
I like mines tight
You like yours licked
And we both like bitches to get high high wit
You opted to leave a nigga with no options
You freak hoe dance topless baby
What′s ya sitcho
You ride dildo
Plastic nympho
Only see dick in porno
Hun lidten
I can make your life a world of difference
Throw me in the mix of your sexual experiences
See what happens
In like two weeks
These hoes is freaking
Making about two g′s a piece a weekend
That′s what I′m saying

(Chorus x2:)
It ain′t easy pimped out
Flossing furs
Diamonds
Matching sets his and hers
Keep ya hoes on point
Tell them watch the fuzz
Cause
Bitch better have my money

Keep my ones on top
My tens on lock
My hoe in the drop
Got a hot little co-op
Prestigous
Rock a cuban link with Jesus
Lord have mercy
Let me touch this
Tease it
For reasons
I can′t explain to you lord
Cause you know my actions are censored
Don′t diss chips to fuck with no broad
This one can get it
Damn near split it
Yeah picture me paying for some pussy I ain′t even smelled yet
Let alone got wet
But I′m willing to make a bet
That the next time we riding
If she ain′t riding
On the turnpike you you bobbing
While I′m weaving
Getting weede
Believe me
This pimp shit ain′t easy baby
I tell you ain′t no hoes like the ones I got
They make you fiend for that pussy coming up out ya pockets

(Chorus x2:)
It ain′t easy pimped out
Flossing furs
Diamonds
Matching sets his and hers
Keep ya hoes on point
Tell them watch the fuzz
Cause
Bitch better have my money

Baby girl you so hot I feel like Iceberg Slim
I pimp plenty women
Got to tip my hat to a ten
Just been in too many run ins with dead ends
Comparisions range from thick ones to thin
Explosive sex thoughts coming from this young work horse
I spend hard times like D.A.′s in criminal courts
Fro the love of my life I′ll cut down on the sport
For the jewels with ice and creep to never get caught
You know the game
You and I is one in the same
But you got my name
tatooed on ya leg
Shit is serious
Now you caling me acting delirious
Used to be my best bitch
Now somewhat resistant
Street life got you hot like Heather Hunter
Worn out and don′t nobody want ya
First time i met ya you played me out of pocket
I ain′t know no better bitch
Now stop it
Game is the topic
And what′s between your legs is the product
Use it properly
And you′ll make dollars biatch

(Chorus x2:)
It ain′t easy pimped out
Flossing furs
Diamonds
Matching sets his and hers
Keep ya hoes on point
Tell them watch the fuzz
Cause
Bitch better have my money

@ Ja Rule

Текст песни:

[Intro]
Yeah, yo, yo, uh
Ja Rule, huh, Murder Inc. nigga
(How many wanna die with me?)
Come on, come on
Yo. yo

I′mma ride to the end of the road baby
This life will drive me crazy
Been gettin′ high lately
On the real, where it all gon’ take me?
Where the fuck my gangsta′s at? (Yeah)
Where the fuck my bitches at? (Ohhh)

Never gon′ see shit without the Lord, they say
What′s a nigga to do but kneel down and pray
Lord, forgive me
They′re lookin′ down on shit
Sometimes I feel I need out this shit
Spin me ′round one time
Close my eyes, then click
Want me dead maybe I deserve all this
World, get off of me
Niggas hitting at Ja from what it sound like
Shit niggas hitting that bull don’t even sound right
Like I’m that nigga that whipped out damn near over night
You′re all welcome, niggas know you wanna live my life
May God help ‘em
Am I possessed by my sacrifice?
Bitches and ice got me lovin′ hell’s paradise
You feel me?

I′mma ride to the end of the road baby
This life will drive me crazy
Been gettin′ high lately
On the real, where it all gon’ take me?
Where the fuck my gangsta′s at? (Yeah)
Where the fuck my bitches at? (Ohhh)
I′mma ride to the end of the road baby
This life will drive me crazy
Been gettin′ high lately
On the real, where it all gon’ take me?
Where the fuck my gangsta′s at? (Yeah)
Where the fuck my bitches at? (Ohhh)

My life is caught up in some other shit
But I do deal with it
If it floods you heart niggas
Nigga don′t die wit it
Just cause my soul’s trippin′ outta control
Smashed up on the freeway
It’s gotta be the drug role, give me leave-way
Cock it back and undload murderers don′t fold
Any actions need to be shown?
There we go, got you hoes
Always rap in front of my foes
I keep niggas on they toes
Bitches know to get that dough
Niggas know fuck them hoes
We that heat, can′t be froze
We that burnin′ that leaves you cold
We them ones, destroyed your shows
We that platinum, not that gold
We them niggas you just can’t touch
We them niggas that’s just too much
Y′all don′t wanna deal with us
We them thugs, murderers

I′mma ride to the end of the road baby
This life will drive me crazy
Been gettin′ high lately
On the real, where it all gon’ take me?
Where the fuck my gangsta′s at? (Yeah)
Where the fuck my bitches at? (Ohhh)
I′mma ride to the end of the road baby
This life will drive me crazy
Been gettin′ high lately
On the real, where it all gon’ take me?
Where the fuck my gangsta′s at? (Yeah)
Where the fuck my bitches at? (Ohhh)

How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?

How many wanna die wit me, die wit me?

Evidently these bitches want me out my mind
If you had your way, I would be dead on sight
Wanna share my pain, so now is my love is blind
Niggas hatin′ on Ja, and shit ain′t even half as tight
Hey, you feeling me?
Niggas don’t wanna get to close, I’m cut throat
Throw em away like bad clothes
You ain′t know?
Ja Rule′s a killa nigga
Ain’t the one to be fucked with
Fuck around, get dealt with
Cock and slide, pull the clip
Nigga ya feeling me?

I′mma ride to the end of the road baby
This life will drive me crazy
Been gettin′ high lately
On the real, where it all gon’ take me?
Where the fuck my gangsta′s at? (Yeah)
Where the fuck my bitches at? (Ohhh)
I′mma ride to the end of the road baby
This life will drive me crazy
Been gettin′ high lately
On the real, where it all gon’ take me?
Where the fuck my gangsta′s at? (Yeah)
Where the fuck my bitches at? (Ohhh)

How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?

How many wanna die wit me, die wit me?

How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?

How many wanna die wit me, die wit me?

How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?
How many wanna die wit me?

How many wanna die wit me, die wit me?

@ Ja Rule

Текст песни:

(feat. Missy Elliott, Tweet)

(Ja Rule)
C′mon, let′s get
Pop in love
I know you pop-u-lar
Admitted the club
But I just wanna toss you up
Before I
Swallow you whole
I need to wash it down
Tell your girls
Avion indulge you to hang out
+Intoxicate me+
Free your mind
Free my mind
Freak all night
It′s evident
When two worlds collide
Your twice as hot
Wet through
The new extras
Get you by in life
High on life
I wonder what
Life would be like
If no more
Women were dykes
And trick hard at low prices
It′s a cold, cold world (Yeah)
How do we relieve that stress (Ex)
You know
Pop them thangs
To get extra horny baby girl
You on one
You can′t ignore me
Rule and Missy-E
How you love that
With I-G
It′s Murda I-N-C, nigga

(Hook (Tweet))
Hey (Hey boy)
Get me high tonight
Take me away (Take me)
Come inside my world
Come ectasy (Ectasy)
Let me show you love
Between you and me
Let me love you boy

(Missy Elliot)
You want freak
I love a lot of excitement
I excite men
I make ′em dirty and trifling
I, been known to leave ′em frightening
Stifling all in love
By the end of the night
And I, want a big Don John
To pop a few woodies
And make the john last long
Ex, now you can serve that
Cuz no doubt it′s murda
Ya heard that

(Hook)

(Ja-Rule)
Now that you got my feeling
High to Heaven, knows
Tight as the pussy holes
So, Lord knows
It stick to your ex-o
Them hoes
To freak shows

(Tweet)
You know how it goes
Comin out of my clothes

(Missy Elliot)
I′m coming outta my clothes
You better, dick me down
Then uh, turn me round
Then uh, lay me down
Cuz uh, You got me high a kite (Ja-Rule)
Yo, I scream your name tonight

(Tweet x2)
You got me high as a kite
Feel like doing something freaky tonight
When I think about you and me
Feels good when your sexing me

(Hook)

@ Ja Rule

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

Текст песни:

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