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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)

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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

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(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

Текст песни:

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

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

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

(Chorus)

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

(Chorus)

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

(Chorus)

(Ashanti)

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

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

@ Ja Rule

Текст песни:

(feat. Fatal Hussein)

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

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

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

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

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Текст песни:

(feat. Charli Baltimore)

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

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

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

Chorus:

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

Chorus:

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

Chorus:

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

(Chorus 2x)

Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah)

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Текст песни:

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

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

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

(Chorus)

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

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

(Chorus X2)

@ Ja Rule

Текст песни:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

@ Ja Rule

Текст песни:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(Chorus to end)

@ Ja Rule

Текст песни:

(Ja Rule)
Yo

(01)
Yooo.. uh

(Ja Rule)
Rule nigga
Ja Rule.. 01

(01)
Uh

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

@ Ja Rule

Текст песни:

(feat. Chink Santana, Young Life)

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

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

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

Chorus:

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

Chorus:

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

Chorus:

Welcome to Emerica...

@ Ja Rule

Текст песни:

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

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

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

@ Ja Rule

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