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:

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:

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:

(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:

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

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

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

(Chorus)

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

(Chorus)

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

(Chorus)

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

@ Ja Rule

Текст песни:

Woooooo
Murder Inc Motherfucker

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

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

Chorus:

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

Chorus:

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

Chorus:

@ Ja Rule

Текст песни:

Verse 1

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

Chorus (2x)

Verse 2

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

Chorus (2x)

@ Ja Rule

Текст песни:

It′s my heart
Pray

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

Chorus:

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

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

Chorus:

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

Chorus:

@ Ja Rule

Текст песни:

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

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

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

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

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

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

(Repeat 1)

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

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

(Repeat 1)
(Repeat 1)

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

(Repeat 1 to fade)

@ Ja Rule