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Yeah...*sniff*...been a slave too long. ALL MY MURDERERS!!!!!! Let's march my niggas. Lord, can we get a break? (Lord, can we get a break?) We ain't really happy here. (We ain't really happy here.) Take a look into our eyes! (Take a look into our eyes!) And see pain without fear. (And see pain without fear.) Lord, can we get a break? (Lord, can we get a break?) We ain't really happy here. (We ain't really happy here.) Take a look into our eyes! (Take a look into our eyes!) And see pain without fear. (And see pain without fear.) LORD, CAN WE GET A BREAK? (LORD, CAN WE GET A BREAK?) We ain't really happy here. (We ain't really happy here.) Take a look into our eyes! (Take a look into our eyes!) And see pain without fear. (And see pain without fear.) LORD, CAN WE GET A BREAK? (LORD, CAN WE GET A BREAK?) We ain't really happy here. (We ain't really happy here.) Take a look into our eyes! (Take a look into our eyes!) And see pain without fear. (And see pain without fear.) LORD! Oooooh Lord! Can we get a break? |
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| 2. |
| 3:25 |
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Chorus: Yea We Here Now Don't Get Scared Now. Ja Rule Nigga bout to tear shit down. What y'all thought y'all was gon eat forever, And my dog wouldn't blaze heat for chedda. We better eat together or meet at da crossroad Cause the Lord knows It's Murda, hold those. When yo casket close and yo soul rise high Remeber the DEAD dont die less they FUCK WIT' I !!! Ja Rule: Niggaz know who dope yo Shit the flow is retched And my gee too futuristic for you hoezz to catch it I'm a god send, the fallen angel and I do sin Far from perfection but still considered a gem Thank you lord for givin' me wind beneath my wingz When the miracle spittin there shall be no witnesses to da pain And my ignorance, I charge to da 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 da flames 慍ause I torture J to A R-U-L-E Niggaz cant be seriously fuckin' wit me. What you Holla 慴out We can hit up an alley and air out Bullets exit the barell, and enter your mouth Dat's how I'm built Under da floss theres nuttin but filth Don't let it fool ya I still let these slugz heat up and cool ya Off forever more, so help me, Lord gona find a way to my grave just because I'm a Mur-der-a Whole not part Cut me open I bleed for da I.N.C. from da heart When I start it's usually endless. Pop one wit glovez on Make you check fo forensic, son In yo appendix, son You got Hit Up HuH ? Fuckin wit Ja you know it's MURDAAA Chorus: Yea We Here Now Don't Get Scared Now. Ja Rule Nigga bout to tear shit down. What y'all thought y'all was gon eat forever, And my dog wouldn't blaze heat for chedda. We better eat together or meet at da crossroad Cause the Lord knows It's Murda, hold those. When yo casket close and yo soul rise high Remeber the DEAD dont die less they FUCK WIT' I !!! Ja Rule: Rule spits monotonous Hot as apocalypse Now you eyin dis ferocious mic supremist Whose limits iz endless This nigga here done risen Murderous flowz killed suspicion Niggaz is too light in the ass to be shittin' Hollis Ave. historical, Nigga respect tradition Cause all I see is bloodshed and niggaz wanna see me dead Inherit dis style is sumtin like a million square miles (CHANGE IT UP) Till I find em and hit em and be done wit em Givin is gettin and niggaz get got for bullshittin' I'ma run up on niggaz gunnin em down And you confess dat I'm da best so who's touchin me now ? Shipped three hundered thou wit a freestyle Fuckin you up And got you hoez in da back rowz tossin it up I got da touch Cause my flow is bananaz Bitches can't stand us We ghetto fabulous Aim when I bust and blast on surprise If y'all niggaz don't know you need to see me live I'm like two .45's Spittin in every direction Y'all niggaz is hoez in stelletoz and thongz(NIGGA) It's a break of a new day (yeah) May-be you'll get to see violently (yeah) What drivez me (yeah) Take 慹m back to da gutter (yeah) Smother tha world in filth (uh-huh) Rule's da name and now you gon see how I'm built.. nigga Chorus: Yea We Here Now Don't Get Scared Now. Ja Rule Nigga bout to tear shit down. What y'all thought y'all was gon eat forever, And my dog wouldn't blaze heat for chedda. We better eat together or meet at da crossroad Cause the Lord knows It's Murda, hold those. When yo casket close and yo soul rise high Remeber the DEAD dont die less they FUCK WIT' I ...wit I ....wit I....!!!!! |
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| 3. |
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Uh, uh, uh, yeah, uh, uh [Nemesis] I could see it in your eyes [JA Rule] Ya'll niggas is scared of us Declarin' us the world's most dangerous [Nemesis] You don't wanna see me rise [JA Rule] Because when we get high we get 'em Should have seen how we did' em Must a been the weed in 'em [Nemesis] But as long as I'm alive [JA Rule] I'm a show the world my struggle My pain, my hunger, my hustle [Nemesis] You can put it on my life [JA Rule] Cause I do it for my niggas For the love of my bitches If you wit' me, feel this [JA Rule] For what it's worth everything that I believe in My Lord, if they saw where a nigga been Would they applaud my acheivements? I'm killing these niggas for a reason Laying them down Ain't nothing for now While I'm breathing I'm ride for niggas, that ride for me Knowing in my heart that these same niggas would die for me Bleed, tears of love for lost blood You can see the pain in 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 wit' the bulldog made by design Niggas gon' give me mines And get in line for the torture I swear, run any closer to air My bullets travel wit' prayers Guns blazin' in pairs Who the nigga you fear JA Rule, motherfucker All my hoes and hustlers Ride wit' me Get a feelin' on how this world did me Was curious 'till it all hit me But its clear now Though it's a narrow hall that I stare down I'm huggin' the bars kissin' the ground Fuckin' around wit' the Rule nigga What you tryin to do Make me put a hole in you And your bitch too Let's make this an issue How we do it thug style Turn the lights off world Enter the lockdown [Nemesis] I could see it in your eyes [JA Rule] Ya'll niggas is scared of us Declarin' us the world's most dangerous [Nemesis] You don't wanna see me rise [JA Rule] Because when we get high we get 'em Should have seen how we did' em Must a been the weed in 'em [Nemesis] But as long as I'm alive [JA Rule] I'm a show the world my struggle My pain, my hunger, my hustle [Nemesis] You can put it on my life [JA Rule] Cause I do it for my niggas For the love of my bitches If you wit' me, feel this [Nemesis] This is a nigga livin' his life In gripes wit' the world I need to be high and cop ice girl Fuck a price girl With no problems at all I'm ready to ball On call killers from Atlanta to Dainamall N-Y baby, you see why We the world's murderous guys With Mafia ties Fuck around and die It found myself me and my nine Doin' a jooks stickin to crime A true crook in 9-9 My nigga you holdin me down We fuck around And start killin' these clowns We're hittin' 'em now Fools, lie down Quaters to halves to pounds Nigga I'm seein' triple of the breakdown That's what I make now And nothin' flake now Fuck the law 50-50 love showed across the board I'm a crook ready for war Mutha fucka spittin' gutta for sure That's on my life pushin the ready Rock steady On every block, aiight! [Nemesis] I could see it in your eyes [JA Rule] Ya'll niggas is scared of us Declarin' us the world's most dangerous [Nemesis] You don't wanna see me rise [JA Rule] Because when we get high we get 'em Should have seen how we did' em Must a been the weed in 'em [Nemesis] But as long as I'm alive [JA Rule] I'm a show the world my struggle My pain, my hunger, my hustle [Nemesis] You can put it on my life [JA Rule] Cause I do it for my niggas For the love of my bitches If you wit' me, feel this [JA Rule] Fuck the world if they can't see I'm a bastard hollerin' "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 you incarcerate Still I'm only in chains Bury bread and stash the range It's how a thug would do things Get arraigned, start diggin' for change Then get back in the game And try to see through my thoughts why You ain't read yfor whats on my mind Too inclined One of Gods feared and most greatest design See, any nigga that lies Is a nigga you watch Make him easy to dot Send him in a rag-gedy box You lookin me in my eyes, huh? What you see? My vision for pain? My lust for sluts and whores? I'm a wild nigga Might a heard of my foul niggas Ya'll aint ready It's fuckin murda You bitch niggas [Nemesis] I could see it in your eyes [JA Rule] Ya'll niggas is scared of us Declarin' us the world's most dangerous [Nemesis] You don't wanna see me rise [JA Rule] Because when we get high we get 'em Should have seen how we did' em Must a been the weed in 'em [Nemesis] But as long as I'm alive [JA Rule] I'm a show the world my struggle My pain, my hunger, my hustle [Nemesis] You can put it on my life [JA Rule] Cause I do it for my niggas For the love of my bitches If you wit' me, feel this [Repeat] |
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| 4:23 |
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Let's Ride fuckin'clown ass motherfuckas, man who they think they fuckin' with these niggas must be out of their fuckin' minds or somethin' so what you want to do? Chorus: Where my bitches down to freak wit me (cum' on let's Ride) How many niggaz down to roll 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 through 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 niggas dont want it now bet you motherfuckas foldin now Where the fuck them clowns at kickin the dough for the pussy by the hour where the them whores at get your dough mama I'm ride till the end of the road baby this life gon drive me crazy Been getting high lately wonderin where the lord gonna take me Where the fuck my gangstaz 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 see when and how you really want it Yall 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 a lot of luck but nowadays 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 why lifes a Bitch I went through drug money hustlin every day just to get a taste Through gun or blood money Killin niggaz back then for a small face Got in the hot money whats yourz was mine in every case now it's play money spit 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 got the whole world wonderin what the motive was, let's ride Chorus: Verse 3: (The Lord Iz callin me) recently but ain't got time to speak (Lord what you want with me) hope it ain't my time for the grim to reap (Niggaz be Killin me) turn around look them mud eye gun'em down (That's how I hit'em in it) cool'em off what the fuck iz you hollin bout (Niggaz be runnin wild) paid to strip let'em have till the sun hit (Will never calm down) deal wit it a lot of niggaz get killed for this (Especially my niggaz) rest in peace to my dogz who i love to death (For When I die niggaz)heaven and hell I've been down wit some of the best yeah nigga Chorus: Until end |
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| 4:25 |
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Ja Rule: Chorus: (2X) (Holla Holla) All my niggaz thats ready to get (Dollaz Dollaz) Bitches know who can get em a little (Hotta Hotta) Come on, If you rollin' wit me (Follow Follow) Its Murda.. Verse 1: Think you fuckin' wit Ja, Nada Watcha wanna go Dolla for Dolla??? (Holla Holla) My niggaz is (Hotta Hotta) Fucks plenty bitches, and dug bitches for petty niggaz You look in me eyes and tell me they style aint ridiculous (Bitches Bitches) Pop da pussy and bounce like (Hit it Hit it) Sure if your favorite is long (Get it Get it) Baby Baby Dont you wanna leave tonite and fuck with me Cause we really need to be freaking off at any cost Its on me, if you married, then get a divorce When I hits it, some women get twisted Have em' twitchin', like "Damn look what the dick did" I just wanna hit it the worst way, right after a long day And put the puss on lay-a-way, Heard me? Im that, Dirty nigga that get you hot, and heat it Baby girl if you want it as bad as you need it Chorus: Repeat 2x Verse 2: Let me holla at my true thugs If niggas want war, bust slugs Nigga, what? Im hotta hotta and just cant be touched Plus, anybody that fucks with me, gonna get felt How many want it? Determines how the slugs get dealt Cuz I (Spit em' Spit em') Choke them niggas like roaches and then (Clip em' Clip em) Long as Im alive, Ima (Hit em' Hit em') Respect mines, to the day of my demise Dont fuck with me, cuz the flow's (Killa Killa) Whoever eva who wants it? Its yours, now your gonna (Get it Get it) (Feela Feela) Nigga full of holes Treat em' like hoes, and show no love to them homo thugs Its us you wanna fuck with As soon as them slugs skip from body to body Go from grave to bit I dont respect it, plus niggas commited treason Who want it with Ja? Who ready to die breathing? Chorus: Repeat 2x Verse 3: Ja baby, one of the many, many niggas who sip Henny With the the two seaters, sittin on twenties I, I be wit running in, running out Then, thou bestow hit em' up, gun em' down Niggaz aint ready for Ja, any way, any how I give it give it to niggaz, claimin' that they live it Real (Niggaz Niggaz) brandish the iron and flash Like (Hold this Hold this) when you got nothing to live for Notice, niggaz be hot, and more explosive Focus, ready to rip em' up with the dope, this My life, niggaz is frontin', and stuntin' for nothing Better act right, fore' I spark and dim your lights?? Im a hazard, to niggaz, a bastard To bitches, when in doubt, go for stealth, and clap the finish Anything movin' rightfully hit for wrong doin' I'ma follow and enourage all my niggaz to WHAT?!? Chorus: Repeat til' end |
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| 4:17 |
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Ja Rule: Verse 1 It must be the way that I spit shit That make you say damn this nigga ridiculous The way I hit 'em and move nigga I can't lose Inconspicuous incognito niggas ain't ready For whoever who has the flow nigga know I spit deadly Fear me to the day I'm dead on the street with holes in me The ghettos got love for me cuz ima lay for 'em If I have to gradually down or after The only fib be love and disaster Tears before laughter but who gonna cry? My style be so touchin' nigga wipe yo eye! Get used to obvious lies and dead wise guys and any bitch niggaz feel they fuckin wit my's C'mon let's get it on, to the break in the dawn, before long if you wrong you be dead and gone And now i'm the bomb to clarify my name in vain What you thought motherfuckers I was playin? Baby I hit 'em all (Chorus: Jay-Z, Ja Rule) Lord I won't be denied... I'ma Hit 'em Hit 'em For as long as I'm a alive I'ma Hit 'em Hit 'em I want my piece of the pie I'ma Hit 'em Hit 'em Respect mine till the date of my demise... Baby I'ma Hit 'em all Thinkin' its a game I'ma Hit 'em Hit 'em Show 'em I ain't playin' I'ma Hit 'em Hit 'em For operatin' like planes I'ma Hit 'em Hit 'em Hit 'em Hit 'em Ja Rule: Verse 2 Baby I kill 'em all whatcha wanna do with this nigga nuthin so shut the fuck up And learn somethin' see my team can get a whole town gamin' Give it up we even take the small change Nigga yeah uh you think my way of life fucked up right? Till you live it and the cash gets to eattin at yo spirit Fear it you be a broke nigga, you near it, you be the next nigga,never have to go back and been it Cold stares thought you need a killa 'round here Y'all niggaz really have some pitiful ideas I keep tryin to get this world to see hustle hard my mind on that money My motto to be stack it if you got it for when you get it Don't talk about it just be about it that it Went all odds against niggaz gettin' rich figure to earn a dollar makes sense Baby I Hit 'em all (Chorus) Baby I come in style comin' fresh out of Queens (Brooklyn) I recognize how my killa cliques gettin' down Everyday is while takin' yours into process niggaz is stress Leavin' peep holes in yo chest god bless the next that get laid to rest Frustration and stress make me question death I wanna shoot all niggaz I feel should be shot on the spot Let 'em rot with lead in their knot Oh shit you bitch ass niggaz be lit Smoke weed it give you the heart to proceed Whatcha game plan you da man Go for your guns feel no remorse When i leave your brain ??? Now settle down get your shit tight Should we expect move right And everything is aight But if you slip son that ass is gone top dogg motherfuckers recognize Baby I'm Hit 'em all (Chorus) |
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[Case] (x2) It's plain to see You can't change me Cause I'm a be a nigga for life [Black Child] Chorus: For life we gonna be niggas Fuck the world it's yours my niggas Load the nine and blaze my niggas [Ja Rule] Yeah, cause I'm a nigga for life [Ja Rule] Whos that chipped out Twenty one year old, hot commodity Coming out of a bum deal lottery With a flow like sodomy Put it on your bitch ass quite properly I suggest you keep all eyes on me And dont sleep as it is I'm highly critique Pussy, money, murder it's part of my mystique You feelin' me this here is one of Queens elite Predecessor of the street While you munch I eat JA's here The nigga you love but still fear I done been there done that Now nigga it's my year I can leave you on the clear view If you ain't yet clear Matter of fact if you breathin' be glad you got air Shut the fuck up When grown folks are talkin you hear Or get your shit blown baby From mouth to ear Don't fear when you smoke weed and fuckin' your wife Why? cause I'm a nigga for life [Black Child] (x2) For life we gonna be niggas Fuck the world it's yours my niggas Load the nine and blaze my niggas [Ja Rule] Yeah, cause I'm a nigga for life [Ja Rule] Spare yourself the reality of a n ass whippin' What I'm givin' when I be gettin' tight and start flippin' On your bitch ass niggas that like formin' a cipher Gates me hyper Want the real I'm a slice ya Light ya Ass up with sixteen or more slugs Comin' from my snub nose bull dog Raw, to the core lets lay down some laws This is JA's house bow down or bring the war Mother fuckers Ya'll don't want to touch what's hot Whatever it be mic, glock, drug spot Like a bitch you scared of life and takin' chances And right now you showin' more ass then an exotic dancer The answer is this Niggas don't wanna touch JA is livin' stronger then a fucking coke rush See on the streets we be killin niggas like cash And you heard I.N.C. nigga it's murda [Case] (x2) It's plain to see You can't change me Cause I'm a be a nigga for life [Black Child] For life we gonna be niggas Fuck the world it's yours my niggas Load the nine and blaze my niggas [Ja Rule] Yeah, cause I'm a nigga for life [Ja Rule] Nigga, I live among thorough breads Raised to blaze lead If you get shot play dead And put two in his head I'm known to pasteurize And criticize A nigga size look him right in the eyes And leave him dead where he lies We come through mobbin' Like crips from Compton We're all in burners and sippin' on gin Fuck Flossin' Nigga I'm burnin' iron And if you aint buyin' Then you're dyin' From denyin' I'm so inspirin' To the youth, see I'm settin it strait Lettin' them know never to step on nothin' less then an eighth And the longer it takes Some body is gonna die for it The streets is watchin' Jigga warned you dont ignore it It's only niggas holdin Go JAP and blow yen With the six double strait out of the pin Brandishin Steal for the ice Hioldin my dick Talkin shit Shootin' dice A nigga for life So whatcha sayin' is What the fuck is a nigga? Rob a bitch, slap a bitch All that shit [Black Child] (x2) For life we gonna be niggas Fuck the world it's yours my niggas Load the nine and blaze my niggas [Ja Rule] Yeah, cause I'm a nigga for life |
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| 2:16 |
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[Case] Ummm, Say all that I want to do Is to live my life Ummm, but everytime I turn around Another nigga dies Niggas catchin five to ten years And it just ain't no use [Ja Rule] Uhh, uhh, ever heard of a nigga dying twice My love is just to live my life Till the Lord decides to out my lights Oh I know why niggas ain't prepared to die with me But we all got to die one day Even though the life has captured me Money, drugs and prisons, menages with women Forgive me God for living For I have sinned Now everybody wanna cage me in Don't make no difference cause I'm still here Breathing, can I get a witness? My life is misleading, hey Hey, cause anybody wanna fuck with me Come on just grab your heat my niggas Don't ever doubt your niggas What's life without my niggas? Talk to my niggas heart to heart We all live from hustlin' to ballin' It's crime we fall in Feds keep a lens peakin' through the Venetians But secret indictments Ya'll niggas is reachin' C'mon I'm in the business to break niggas And anybody that want it get it hot from the INC. niggas Ja Rule ready to kill niggas Bury 'em all Lookin to lay them down big to small Got the world in awe 'cause I'm spittin' the raw Never seen, never heard before but truly yours I'ma max out on niggas doin 2 to 4's Bang a nigga in the yard then get rid of the board Just because a nigga don't give a fuck get weeded and Hennied up Still the ball out be nuts Since you keeping in touch feel the guns bust for sure If you want any more Encore |
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| 4:06 |
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Niggas, bitches Gather 'round I got a story to tell Hear this, hear this Get the whole world The Swatch bred Thoroughbred, shockingly took two to the head Knowledge me God, the shit I'm bout to holler is hard From start, this little nigga had a hell of a heart His pops, bangin that shit in his arms, broken A young mind distorted emotions, is there an upside? His brother got murdered up North by milletas Ma-ma, battlin', cancer, of the colon At the tender age of thirteen, watchin his world close in Blood damn near frozen, from a heart so cold It ain't pumpin out the love no mo', and I feel that Cuz God when you really need it, where the love at? That's why a lot of niggaz got more faith in they gat Freeze that like a photo, take it with you and know This lil' nigga bout to kill all comers for cash flow His role model, the heat, cause it runs streets His motto: 'Nobody eats but me!' Finally this young thug turned pro Used to show love now he got nuttin but hatred and foes Five-double-oh's, hoes so deep He the type of nigga that got it and break down a key Remember me? J to the A, R-U-L, E baby Smell the beef, it continue to uhh, give em hell Fill they bodies with shells and leave niggaz with a story to tell, uh-huh Listen up I got a story to tell On the streets we got guns and drugs for sale Cause you hoes know the game that we play is real Keep your mind on the money and your weapons concealed Listen up I got a story to tell I'm prayin to God, know I'm goin to hell If it's out of my hands, I'll let time prevail, huh Listen up I got a story to tell Listen up I got a story to tell *shot gun shoots* Shit, niggas motherfuckin' die for this shit We do Hustle hard from city to city )From state to state All my niggas Let me holla at y'all Son in B'More, we scored more, than ever before Copped the two door, six-double-oh off a raw Show no love for loss since big eight be that lucky Number, we slammed eight of those in Kentucky Kept the currency comin, mo', diamonds New clothes L.A. hoes that'll ride us pronto Once you, lived in luxury, you can't leave it Find yourself, turnin broke bitches into divas Can you believe this? In Cleveland we cuttin these niggaz creepin Tie em on every block, til we shut down shop So keep your glock cocked, one in the head Push the five series drop just in case we gotta spit and spread The alibi be simply, we was in the Carribean With two of our women friends sippin Remi and Henny )From there we'll flow, to the Florida Keys and blow trees Fuck a couple of hoes and spend some cheese That's how a boy's life is supposed to be Make our way to N.O. cause we, Bout It Bout It Then down to D.C. where they, cock it pop it Listen up life is nuttin but the hot shit, from here to Wisconsin Y'all niggaz can get it constant It ain't hard that's like pushin dope in the 5th Ward And just to get to God, I'll go through hell And leave the world with a story to tell, heh Listen up I got a story to tell On the streets we got guns and drugs for sale And you hoes know the game that we play is real Keep your mind on the money and your weapons concealed, huh Listen up I got a story to tell I'm prayin to God, know I'm goin to hell If it's out of my hands, I'll let time prevail Listen up I got a story to tell Listen up I got a story to tell Listen up I got a story to tell... |
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| 1:41 |
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Chris Black (Skit) (One of us) Yeah, Rule (One uf us) Yeah, nigga If God were one of us (One of us) What about that? What if he was? What if he was me? (One of us) What the fuck would I do? Lord, when I die pacify, crucify me I rock a Devil cross, one's for the soul one's for the body If I'm built then God dies, I wanna see God cry Real tears from a burned out life in ten years I sware I got the Devil in me, with no fear If I hear I can't see, if I can't see I can't hear It's the eerie little thing between deathness and blindness Weakness and kindness, rejects and primaz I'm on this when I'm hollerin' |
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[Ja Rule] Uh, yeah It's Ja Rule nigga Uh, uh, yeah Feel this Uh, Ja Rule nigga Def Jam, Ja Look at my life style it's dangerous When I was young this sorta life was contagious Hustlin' hard like them sharks down in Vegas My gat and I come bust spontaneous This world made us to take only what they gave us The game is our loss Watch yo gloat Then show you that this world aint yours Push crack like swingin' doors And leave strips wide open Ja's holdin A pair a nines and ya'll cats foldin' My life ain't been all that goldin' This ryme hit me at a young age and kept callin' I know I'm fallin' To the evil of money and drugs and lost woman But thats what I'm lovin' about livin' Bein' I see my birth as a givin' Knowin' my inner limits This game aint no scrimmage Lets play big we're winners Beg the Lord for forgiveness For when I die please take me off your shit list Cause I'll be nameless Puttin' them through changes The J to the A Niggas know the flows crazy [Chorus] What makes a nigga what he is? And how do we get from where we at to where we be? It's evident who's out for the dead president And why so many close to my heart had to die Were we goin' in life figure There's no start no end But when in doubt you could count on your nigga What makes a nigga what he is? And how do we get from where we at to where we be? It's evident who's out for the dead president And why so many close to my heart had to die Where we goin' in life figure There's no start no end But when in doubt You could count on your nigga [Ja Rule] I got a lust for this money Admire them old timers Assume with no conscience Made a world 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 my dicks The difference is ya'll did ya'll thing on the low Made alot of doe We did our thing high pro Thou we still blew I wish I knew dirty money was evil I never understood until I lost a few people Dead and gone still their memory lives on Throw a mural up let them niggas them was loved Now were in to better things Got our hands on every ring Crime in the streets Cause it's my time I draw the line between love and war really Nigga you with me Your flossin, out side that you fear me Literally strait up and down with no cross As God is my witness and JA is yours I'm a spit in your directions Hit the floors, Nigga [Chorus] What makes a nigga what he is? And how do we get from where we at to where we be? It's evident who's out for the dead president And why so many close to my heart had to die Were we goin' in life figure There's no start no end But when in doubt you could count on your nigga What makes a nigga what he is? And how do we get from where we at to where we be? It's evident who's out for the dead president And why so many close to my heart had to die Where we goin' in life figure There's no start no end But when in doubt You could count on your nigga Uh, yeah Uh It's Def Jam Topp dogg nigga Recognize Uh, Uh Ja Rule nigga Uh, Uh Recognize Def Jam nigga Uh, yeah Recognize Uh, yo I'm big boy nigga What the deal big boy What the deal Uh, yeah All my niggas, live on Dog We kill 'em all [Chorus] What makes a nigga what he is? And how do we get from where we at to where we be? It's evident who's out for the dead president And why so many close to my heart had to die Were we goin' in life figure There's no start no end But when in doubt you could count on your nigga What makes a nigga what he is? And how do we get from where we at to where we be? It's evident who's out for the dead president And why so many close to my heart had to die Where we goin' in life figure There's no start no end But when in doubt You could count on your nigga Uh, yeah |
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[Intro Ja rule] It's Murda... (ha ha ha) It's Murda... we back up in this muthafucka! It's Murda... y'all know who we be Yeah, aiyyo don't let me catch ya runnin from the back of BET either nigga (my nigga Fatal on tha muthafuckin ones and twos) Holla back you bitch ass niggaz [Verse 1 Ja Rule] Yo, cock sucka', I get squat and post and cocked tha nina' In tha five series beamer, dump and lean ya I fell off on a misdemeanor, ride red over black madina's Take crazy for genuis, hated like Jesus Christ My weakness have always been bad bitches and new bills with krisis', my thesis more than extrordinary And that nigga that got shot nine times can tell ya that I don't give a fuck I don't give a fuck, god may I ask yo' permission to take his life This is a man be "I" N-C to R-U-L-E extrordinary, one for tha ages when then sawed off with tha front of them gauges To engage in combat To send you and 'fem' where yo moms at Motherfucka you hear that And I ain't talkin about them heaven from skies I'm talkin' about them fire from nines Or maybe the fifty cal. cause you like five-oh Or maybe somewhere in Cal where you like to lay low You bitch made, and I heard about that bitch you be slayin layin up with, some where off of Sunset Y'all haven't heard yet that nigga change is "Loose" And I got "Proof" get it, I got "Proof" Yo vest is no use when we cock and flame It's Murda, (yeah) murda incorporated (ha ha) [Verse 2 Hussein Fatal] It's Murda (yeah) Hussein Fatal nigga (It's Murda) Muthafuckas... Rule' these niggas crazy, reppin' him without me "A.I" ain't in tha click, believe they won't win without me Yo, I'm small lil' homies, frail but bold went from base to some bullshit like "Jalen Rose" Got my blind D-O-G's readin' brail and coats keep tha heat in tha winter I can't tell it's cold Clean my set, pieced out flame tha tec Throw shots out niggas catch like "Wayne Cherbet" Son of a gangsta, Talk dirty son I'm a bang ya I'm tha truth with tha ox, keep gum on tha banger Hussein, the only reason hoes chase tha thugs Nigga blade part two I got tha taste for blood see fatal drop bombs more militant minded then y'all faded with 'Pac rhymes Clucthing tha stick beam, suckin' tha stick green Out tha window or tha sunroof, buckin' tha sixteen You ain't a gangsta 'Em', this is gangsta shit And "50" you ain't nuthin' but a gangsta bitch "Pac'" would have never did no song with no wanksta snicth He confusin' ya'll he ain't tha shit We sex, money and murda you niggas Ain't no playin' around with this rap shit banana clip, mack's spit bodies rap up in plastic This tha city where tha skinny niggas die (no) You heard my dogs this is tha city where tha skinny niggas ride nigga... Plaaattt... Hussein tha don Believe we got this shit poppin' in this muthafucka Rule' it's good... And we into tha muthafuckin' club you punk niggas walkin out Brick city, Rule, Rap- alot- mafia! Murda! Yound D', Merc, Exsaless, These niggas ain't ready for this gansta shit right here We been doing this shit for a long time Ya'll niggas got the streets confused nigga we been on this gansta thug shit Bitch ass niggas you know what it is every time we touch tha muthafuckin booth nigga It's gonna be fire, fire on you niggas asses Niggas better gracefully bow tha fuck out nigga Hussein Fatal' nigga, Rap-alot-mafia, nigga M.I.B nigga, murder inc bosses, Rule' we here baby, brick city jerses mafia Yeah...Shadow...let's get it... |
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[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........ |
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you be the teacher nah you be da teacher oohh we are here gather my brothers and my sisters(my bitches and my bitches) hush yo mouth in the church young digen black |
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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 yea [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 its 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 grew 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 Fo 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 Fo real [Chorus] |
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Chorus: 2x In my race against time I can't stop Runnin' through the red light Livin' my life Even if I'm gettin too high I'ma keep runnin' through the red light Livin' my life Ja Rule: God, why the hell am I here? Is it a blessin', or a painful lesson Of life and its directions? Date of conception two twenty nine I was birthed and won't be denied Lookin into these eyes And witness lives' tragedies The boy who made slaves out of men, that's me For every lock there's a key The only thing that ever made me click was "Cash Money" So that I lust for Be it one of my deadly sins You know the seven I got all of them deep within Sometimes I slip, but you be there Pick me up, now I'm on my knees like what's up 'Cause only in a world that's corruptin' the sick Could you dare to look at my life and call it innocence Got me to a better sense Cause whats yours is mine Hear me lord, I'm runnin' out of time Chorus: 2x In my race against time I can't stop Runnin' through the red light Livin' my life Even if I'm gettin too high I'ma keep runnin' through the red light Livin' my life Ja Rule: Nobody cry for me Cause I, wanna see you smile for me When I die look through my windows, to the soul Tell me if you see Ja livin' to grow old Cause too many niggas done died for what I hold The talented warmer world Which is so cold Take me Save me Before I'm crazy The only reason I live Is for my baby Never did you tell me that Life ain't a game Maybe if you told me this Shit might be changed But now I'm just racin' against time Tryin' to survive And see why Y'all niggas drive over nigga's vibe If you gonna live, know you gonna die If you gonna steal, know you gotta lie Get drunk and stay high Don't de-nigga-ny Cause they'll never take me alive Feel me lord I'm runnin' out of time Chorus: 2x In my race against time I can't stop Runnin' through the red light Livin' my life Even if I'm gettin too high I'ma keep runnin' through the red light Livin' my life Ja Rule: I fears no man But when its time to go I'm gone Racin' through the darkness Learnin' what's right from wrong Lookin' for the light But all I see is the night When everything else is bright What happened to my life? Is this what I am? Is this what I've become? A nigga that don't give a fuck about nothin and no one Cold, even though I gotta burnin' desire within my soul I must set this whole world on fire If I control my destiny Maybe one day I'll give this world the best of me You know I never been one to judge right or wrong I embraced and showed you love Then I throw slugs At the other side Go get 'em in broad day light What a nigga would give to live my life You don't want it Cause if you could get it you would try Feel me lord Ja has arrived Chorus: 4x In my race against time I can't stop Runnin' through the red light Livin' my life Even if I'm gettin too high I'ma keep runnin' through the red light Livin' my life Ja Rule: My life... |
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He who believeth in Ja Shall not be condemned But he that believeth not Is condemned already Only because He has not believed In the man and the only begotten son My Lord (chorus) For he so feared the world He left his only begotten son To shed his blood Show that pain is love But I wont cry Cause I live to die Wit my mind on my money And my guns to the sky (x2) Yeah, Why would you leave somethin you love here to die In the cold And it grows Like a country rose Beautiful aint I? Till I withered and died On the same streets you left me And, screamin Lord let me in I dont know where to begin Since I lost yo love But then again your love Was strictly for the drugs I dont know whether to hug Or to fill you with slugs Fuckin them whores Instead of claiming whats rightfully yours Holdin my heart from all the pain you caused With no direction you left your first born lost Give or take a few Cause my hate for you Grew, over the years Through blood, sweat, and tears I wanted to be just like you My father figure, now I want to fight you You bitch nigga, left me 'lone And parts of me never out grown The fact that left home When moms was so strong Dont let them get you fed This world is yours she said Now nothin that stoppin me but two to the head In life theres more to come When its all said and done You lost one love Your only begotten son (chorus X2) But what a nigga live for And damn ready to die young I'm the shadow behind the gun Look at what I've become The fear of many niggas The floss of most bitches The love that runs deepest In the hearts of street niggas Raised in the ghetto By the ghetto Was taught young to pop the medal Thats how shit get settled Learn to cook up the coke Never leave home without toast Learn to fly my bitches with birds not coats Never trust ya, from a toddler to hustla I was trained as a youngsta, to cock back and slug ya Love me or hate me, ya only son Let me live or kill me, the chosen one Ja, under the gun gotta kill 'em for show If you want it you gonna get more then you askin for Lifes got more to come But when its all said and done You lost one love Your only begotten son (chorus: x2) I wanted to be fam of yours Looking now at nothin more than Two lost souls Lookin to meet at the cross roads I burn the hydro Lay back with my eyes closed In deep thought like Brittany is somethin I'd die for How the fuck do you sleep at night? Knowin you wrong the only thing you ever did right Despite the loss I stretch the length of a short Now I got a new father whose name is New York Runnin wild in the streets With heat, we don't talk Cause when its cold you basically live life in dark When light would shine from the heavens And bless one Ja Rule loved Your only begotten son (chorus: x3) |
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[Black Child] Word to god Y'all know who the fuck this is You know we would kidnap yo kidz You know what the fuck we do Murder bitch niggaz like you For real, all the time, any place, anywhere Y'all niggaz could get it Act like y'all don't know {rapping} In a world that's ice cold, blacks die slowly Cats snatch rollies, gats'll leave you holy My momma always told me the streetz will slow me down Daddy never showed me how the heat will hold me down So now I rob and steal, spit shit you feal, wit a clique that kills Yea my shit's that real, I hustle hard all my life Ran the streetz all night My wife alwayz said everything was gonna be ait And she was right and that's one reason why I love her But everything she said went in one ear and out the other Word to mother, look at it from a thug point of view When the kids need clothes, what a thug gon do? Hit the streetz and hustle, pick up the heat and bust you I'm tryin to eat like Russel Murda is my hustle But you keep chasin yestarday, you gon miss tomorow It's murda motherfucker we don't beg or borrow We take shit, fuck you and yo fake bitch, when the eight (.8mm) spit You could feel the hatred, taste it You high right now, you ain't ready to die right now The .45 will calm you down, you under trauma now It's drama how a child will shut shit down Kill a nigger for the fuck of it I get you touched for chips Fuck that shit, fuck the whip, and fuck you bitch YOU CAN JUST SUCK MY DICK [Chorus] ( Black Child ) If you chasin yestraday, you gon miss tomorow It's murda motherfucker, we don't beg or borrow We take shit, fuck you and yo fake bitch When the .8 spit you could feel the hatred, taste it It's your blood, when we show blood, we murderers (murdaraz) We throw slugz, we huselazz (huselazz) we sell drugz And tell thugz live it up till yo time stopz [Tah Murda] Yo I give a fuck if y'all niggaz hate me I drop bodies off where the lakes be But lately, I've been hitin cribz And safes where the cake be I take three to the vest for the love of the dolla I put that hot shit thru you and watch you Holla Holla The same niggaz that I ball wit I'ma brawl wit I'm a tank running in banks and takinall of it Player we're flawless, wit nutten to lose gunz bustin And brossen niggerz y'all can't live Funny shit about it, niggers wanna hit me, forget about it Thug shit I'm still livin y'all niggaz just spit about it I rob and stomp niggaz 2/3rd of my life The other 1/3 spent sittin on curbz chasin those birdz If you ever get the urge to come by and try to test There's only one and then you get numb and lied to rest It's murda the only code to the ghetto It's murda, nigga hand me the bezzle And dance with the devil, gunz rapidly spit Gangsta shit, attractin yo bitch, gettin head and lean back in the whip I mastered the chipz, Nigga I'm tryin to tell you You're holdin hammers and nails and We have you where the dogz couldn't smell you [Chorus] ( Black Child ) If you chasin yestraday, you gon miss tomorow It's murda motherfucker, we don't beg or borrow We take shit, fuck you and yo fake bitch When the .8 spit you could feel the hatred, taste it It's your blood, when we show blood, we murderers (murdaraz) We throw slugz, we huselazz (huselazz) we sell drugz And tell thugz live it up till yo time stopz [Ja Rule] Ja's a muthafuckin problem Any nigga think not, I'ma pop him Put the lean on niggaz the minute I spot em Who's gettin it, I got him Nigga dead and gone Gonna guide em to the cross roads show em how those gunz blow I'ma degenerate nigga addicted to hydro, switchin four lanes Top down wit my eyes closed, got a death wish Money, drugz, and murderer shit What you want with this? We'll kidnap yo kids And clap up yo crib, It's the MuRdErAz Who you know wit gunz that kill shit Just because we're them hot niggerz Sell mo records than Roc niggaz I'ma lock it down for six months and shock niggaz What's my name? J the A R.U.L.E. with them hoez get between more sheetz than Isley You can't deny me, I'm the muthafuckin one Druggin bitches like Heron(heroin) The god be the Rule, if you're hot get bice and bice On your jewel to cop a Benz 20 inch chrome, the shoes, I got nuttin to lose but everything to live for Thoroughbread demand and supply the raw I put my smash down from N.Y. to Chi-Town INC Murder spittin in roundz You don't wanna her how it soundz, When we cock them flames It's Murda And ain't shit gon change Niggaz!!! |
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