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How could you explain love don’t love me is the only thing that seems to hold me how could you explain why love don’t me is the only thing that seems to hold me. VERSE: How could yo explain why I sit at home with my 4 pointed room stearing at candles getting hot trying to handle this hand that’s been delt to me I don’t need especially in this world overwhelmed with greed see we cut from a different free ya’ll nigga hoping I wish a nigga fuck wit I.N.C went through the troubles in the strugglin off of hustlin’ runs that come from behind don’t run from nothing and then for fear no man but god but do a lot of frontin’ and I’m here to tell the world that pain is lovin like when I de I hope it rains cause if it does that mean the lord shared a niggas pain here lie a nigga slained and I would get out the game if I could but I promised through my life to my kids I’d make good can’t stand my father and love CHORUS 1X: VERSE: I live my life under the pistol cause lately love ain’t been an issue with whose going miss you when you dead and gone will my name live on or will I be last to die and breathe indeed cause I need a little love and affection and baby I live like every day was my last one pain got me living my life like I’m leave this tomorrow smiles calm the horror for all them day when it rains and it feels like things ain’t getting no better for me nobody love me sometimes I wish god could come out an hug me and wipe the tears from eyes cause in my heart I know only the strong survive can I die for my family so they can live a better life I’ll try CHORUS 1X VERSE: I’ll sacrifice my life fuck all the dumb shit cause being black and broke is getting redundant my goal is to be a world leader like X an king if I could live a little longer that pac and big but the river for us niggas run red you could tell by the lifes weve lived if it changes it would be gods prediction so pain infliction like jays addiction live life popping stone at metal the road is a level, still I walk through the vallies and shadows of death gasping for air breathing my last breath and daughter spoke her first words my son waked his first steps and all through life we anticipate death and if pain is truly love I die CHORUS 1X: |
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Gotti, here we go again, yo..
Two two-nine and seventy-six, get off my dick, niggaz I'm born The future problem's, kickin and carryin on Cause I got blood in my lungs and can't breathe, just conceived And a nigga already fixin to leave this ungodly world - and to think, I got a baby girl to raise, in this deadly era of AIDS Just yesterday we were slaves, and good friends Now that we got ends that don't meet niggaz we will meet again I wanna know why, the shit gets said The shit gets wrote, the shit gets read, motherfuckers get fed I shed a tear for my ride or die, cause thugs cry And the truth'll shatter niggaz pride like cold lies Can I live? Dog, why you wanna stop the Rule from risin? And I G for me, surprise and growl at the young that you called a liar Now I'm the king of this jungle, no more denyin Talk to the iron if you wanna holla, I'll pop at you Probably, piercin your bone when you poppin your collar Cause this is, pain over love, my style's brain on drugs Yo' style's can't catch up to Rule niggaz whassup? Motherfucker When the gun blows, and the shots fall When the smoke clears, we'll be right here Screamin murder (murda!) Know it's murder (murda!) Murder (fuck y'all!) We'll be right here (you hear?) When the gun blows (c'mon!) and the shots fall (c'mon!) When the smoke clears (murda!) we'll be right here (murda!) Screamin murder (yeah!) Know it's murder (yeah!) Murder - we'll be right here - cause it's.. MURDER!!!! Yeah.. yeah.. M'uhfuckers y'all want problems, c'mon, I'm the nigga to give 'em Niggaz don't want none of the Rule they know how hard I'm hittin Why should I bother with 'em, when they ain't touchin what I'm doin? I'm takin this rap game, to levels that's unhuman (c'mon niggaz) I'm a beast, with animalistic, intentions And the best of y'all niggaz is honorable mentions Standin next to I-N-C, niggaz Y'all fear we, rap's first organized crime family Sellin more records than dope, these days apparently Got bitches on both coasts, we don't fuck sporadically How you gon' handle me? I'm pushin your pill Crossin 'em over, shoot from the corner, three mill' I'm the franchise deal that bust hotter than burners Y'all niggaz want it come and get it but just know motherfuckers it's - MURDER!!!! When the gun blows, and the shots fall When the smoke clears, we'll be right here Screamin murder - know it's murder Murder - we'll be right here When the gun blows, and the shots fall When the smoke clears, we'll be right here Screamin murder - know it's murder Murder - we'll be right here - cause it's.. MURDER!!!! |
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| 3. |
| 4:17 |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah
We all my... Yeah C'mon, c'mon, uh To all my bitches that be givin' it up, uh To all my niggas that be livin' it up, we say... To all my bitches that be givin' it up, ah C'mon [Verse 1: Ja Rule] Baby, you're such a typical, everyday, one night thing It's a physical, I'ma fuck, you tonight thing Fuck, knowing your name, get your ass in the Range And rollover, gettin' blown while blowing the doja Bring head to a closure That's a good bitch Before it's all over, I'ma leave this bitch Probably treat this bitch, smoke better 'Cause if you ain't know, gangstas and hoes go together Poppin' my collar, partna Who in the spot? Baby, Rule in the spot In the mug and the watch, love me Half the hoes hate me, half them love me The ones that hate me only hate me 'cause they ain't fucked me And they say I'm lucky Do you think I've got time to fuck all these hoes? And do all these shows? Or flight in the lama, Dodge and White Rolls Uh-oh, another episode [Hook: Case & Ja Rule] What, do I do? To all my niggas that be livin' it up, we say... What, I do To all my bitches that be givin' it up, uhh What, you do To all my niggas that be livin' it up, we say... What, do I do? To all my bitches that be givin' it up, uhh My love for you C'mon [Verse 2: Ja Rule] Bitches, just wanna hold the name exactly That's why they suck dick with more passion than apples And I ain't mad at'cha Never leave you alone 'Cause we fucks when I'm home Phone sex when I'm gone We both grown, both got minds of our own Bust our freaks off like old dog and Love Jones Been, in many zones, baby One hoe, two hoes Fuck prizzy bitches, the hoes that do bono But you know, the Rule be livin' it up And got all these hoes, givin' it up I like a little Rule baby, how cute are you? With a body that rides all sexual I got a stick, I'll ride right next to you Do a doughnut, and cut, and I'll open it up On the freeway, dick in her mouth, foot on the clutch Rule bitch, not givin' a fuck [Hook] [Ja Rule] C'mon, we get high C'mon, we get ride C'mon, we get live Live yo' life [Verse 3: Ja Rule] Love you so sexy, I just want you next to me Your whole vibe, like you high on Extasy 'Caue ain't nuthin' but an "E" thang baby I know that pussy wet like crazy I wanna feel your passion, come when you ask me Laugh when you cry, cry when you laughin' But ain't nothin' happenin' The bitch got a little too high Picked up my ride and started crackin' The radio blastin' +Between Me And You+ But you ain't on the low with that freak shit you do I thought you knew (What I do) Know I know (What you do) 'Cause it's been a good night, your head ain't right Like Teddy P, let's +Turn Off The Light+' And grind it out, takin' no times out 'Til the sun come out Bitch, when you find out [Hook 2x] [Ja Rule] C'mon, we get high C'mon, we get ride C'mon, we get live C'mon, it's my time [Ja Rule talking until end] |
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| 4. |
| 3:57 |
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Yo, that's right
Niggas just ain't, doin' it how we doin' it Nah mean son? I G *Murder INC. Takin' flight We go hard Betta get it right *Repeat We go hard! yeah Player not for nuttin' I spit fo' and leave a nigga bent up fo' sho', get low Only got love for gangsta niggas, get doe That's for all the hatin' niggas waitin' to see me go Down to the bottom Chop up crack Playin' the blocks and Still wouldn't matter, push the rock well like Stockton Paper chasin', chasin' acres Operation get rich, take money over a bitch You see me move low in the six and magazines a flicks Playin' hard in the porch, plush Young thuggin' and bossed up Touch niggas clutchin' what they know they bustin' We can do whatever nigga, whenever nigga Really is nothing Murder killa, we crush 'em, shit Got the industry on romadon While we celebrate tastin' bottles of Perinon So for life it's murder Ice burners, stacks and trucks We after bucks, mother fucker! Murder INC. Murder INC.'s the underdog It's a blessin' to ball We learn a lesson from y'all How not to fall Black Child will body a beat, this is airway robbery When Murder INC. drop albums, that's when gangstas party What chu know about Ferrari or Cadillac Escalade Or bitches on Ecstasy, sexy Eat, sleep, eat and watch freaks eat freaks Throw it up, put it down for the streets Who wouldn't fall in love, with a life like this Hittin' hoes that's priceless In tight icebergs shit You can blame the drugs It ain't gon' change to slugs A famous thug Pain is love, mother fuckers! *Repeat (x2) Who would've thought, we get away with manslaughter Numerous cars, cribs off the water A playa no longer, life's gettin' shorter Tired of hoes takin' offers, instead of orders The Rule don't condone this Cause in the late '60's this game was flawless Until blow got on the rise Them ol' Jacks was slingin' pies in bell bottoms and buttonflies But now, pop yo collars, blow set for sag And we still fly birds L-A-X to Lag They roll caddies with white walls, we ride Benz with mags Still the goal remains the same, guard from feds Y-D to O-G, the game chose me R-U-L-E the INC. and I-G We never gon' break free from this life we live as thugs Pain is love, it's murda *Repeat (x2) You see the life we live, we on the murderous shit And every time we breathe, it's Murder I-N-C You know it's love to thug, cause thug is in our blood And how we paint this shit, stay on that gangsta shit You see the life we live, we on the murderous shit And every time we breathe, it's Murder I-N-C You know it's love to thug, cause thug is in our blood And how we paint this shit, stay on that gangsta shit Stay on that gangsta shit, stay on that gangsta shit Stay on that gangsta shit See what we do when we do what we do when we do it Stay on that gangsta shit |
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| 5. |
| 4:05 |
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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 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 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 But we share somethin so rare, but who cares, you care 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 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 somethin so rare, but who cares, you care 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 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 But who cares, you care 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 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 Here at W-I-Z we play nothing but the hits, nothing but the hits Nothing but the muthafuckin hits |
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| 5:31 |
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Every thug needs 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 * Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah) If you'd lie for me, like you loving 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 Uh I know that you're loving 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 freaks you out, on your momma's couch, that's what us thugs be' bout Yoy 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 *repeat 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 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 whatit's hittin for Now hoes wanna know what you shittin for 'Cause I'm your bitch, the bonnie to your Clide 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 donnor? 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 ass down as any thug My love, they gotta take us in blood, what **repeat 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 heavenwho ain't afraid to, tuck the toast in the Escalade Pop on niggas that showin me shade, but only for the Rule 'cause my baby Got me a down ass bitch with red hair, that don't care Blazed by the shots and flares Gir 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 Muderous, I-N-C With ond on the hip, one in the holster, nigga will toast ya quick Especiallya down ass bitch ***repeat 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 ****repeat |
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| 7. |
| 4:19 |
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Uh, you make a lot of mistakes in life
Those same mistakes keep callin us back, pullin us in What the fuck's wrong with niggas? *Never again Would I run down a road so dark, hoped to die, cross my heart Never again It keeps callin, it keeps callin, it keeps callin Never again Would I run down a road so dark, hoped to die, cross my heart Never again [But the streets keep callin, they keep callin, they keep callin] Never again Will I look a nigga dead in his eyes and know he's dead wrong And don't leave him dead to realize, it's a fucked up world we live in I'm tired of feelin the pain but ain't fightin the feelin Niggas can you feel me? 'Cause in this world I'm alone, and trapped inside this body that's out of control I'm hittin these streets daily Know when I got babies to feed rarely seein 'em rarely This game inhaled me, and like Christ on the slate, nailed me God, please don't fail me But it's crazy to ask upon the Lord for help When I got guns to bust and drugs to sell I see you in hell, muthafuckas, I ain't bitter 'Cause I know snakes and snitches get it where they slither My niggas, doin life in the pen This gotta be what y'all thinkin, shit *Repeat ['Cause these hoes keep callin, they keep callin, they keep callin] Will I make you cry baby You know I lie, you can see it in my eyes baby But the truth is when a woman's fed up There ain't a damn thing you can do about love What about us? Why must our lawyers discuss Who gets the kids, who gets the cribs and how we should both live When I love ya, when we apart all I do is think of ya But you think I'm fuckin everything that's walkin Either skirt or the thong It don't matter, 'cause in your eyes I'm dog-fuckin 'em all I got a woman that's gone and a passion for bitches If you lose one the other becomes your religious So what am I to do but get the wind behind me Ground beneath me, make it hard for hoes to reach me 'Cause the Rule ain't easy Babe, unless you're freakin please believe *Repeat [But the game keeps callin, it keeps callin, it keeps callin] Will I think these niggas friends and they foes 'Cause in this rap game, you never know, just let it go If my pain is love, my brain's on drugs And may all my hoes thug on And keep these punk niggas paralyzed, from the waist down I got 'em face down is the equivalent of where I'm at now Over the top of y'all niggas Just a little quicker and smarter Enhancin the game makin it harder For niggas that freeze again like Braxton I be hittin niggas with thrillers like Mike Jackson I'm a problem Number one with a bullet, I keep it up in my gun It's hollow so when I pull it it numbs Your whole body Give it or take a few seconds You'll probably, be the same nigga to dick ride me Never again would I close my eyes And walk through the dark backwards blind *Repeat [It keeps callin, it keeps callin, it keeps callin] Never again *Repeat |
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| 3:20 |
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What's up Chi-town?
Yeah, Murder INC. back up in ya area On that gangsta shit ya know Connect worldwide Worldwide gangsta shit nah mean? From Chi-town to Miami Houston to mother fuckin' LA, we connect nigga With some gangsta shit Mother fuckers, you frontin' we comin' with heat niggas AR-15s we sweepin' up the street bigger Guns make niggas run, we squeeze triggers We leave niggas dead for the stacks, slumped over, head in they lap Yo, we constantly count cream in the crackhouse Basically, we bangin' bitches backs out I feel like the last child Throwin' bricks at a glasshouse Poppin' and puffin' till I pass out This gangsta shit is for all my youngens who flip birds And hug the block, in club they Cris and twist the bud, nigga what We live it up, from Chi-town to my town We diggin sluts, long dickin' in the guts We just religious thugs, gangsta pimps Hoes fall in love the way we throw this dick The Hummers on dubs look like tanks and shit We came to stop the bank, don't blink be sick Nigga all of our love is for the chips And I don't chase hoes, just pasos and bricks Nigga let me sum it up Y'all niggas is dumb enough Run on up, the guns we tuck, bust Ashes to ashes, dust to dust Holla at us, R-O-C-K-L-A-N-D and I-N-C With Boo and Gotti, Ferrari Black and Caddillac Tah Nigga, we go hard I'm loud when the shells pop Still I sell rock Got outta jail on bail, gettin' ready to plot Yo I kidnap niggas Then bitch smack niggas Give me the crack nigga or get clap nigga I ain't one of these rap niggas I'm a big gat spitter Bangin' and slangin' to be a rich ass nigga Don't get tired in these streets My nigga died in these streets It's only one option, provide for these streets My peeps out here so I ride with these streets Spent weeks out here, grind on these streets I know the deal out here It's real out here Got bitch bud murder and I'm still out here Rockland, Murder INC. you get killed out here Chi-town, New York, blood spill out here And thugs like me, still out here Yeah you heard nigga, I'm still out here A yo I ride up, lied up outta my mind Black Cadillac truck nigga, loaded with nines To my thugs on the block, holdin' it down I got love on the block, look at my eyes Rockland, Murder INC. what the fuck you think Me and Gotti whole plan is to cover the streets We don't wanna body you man, fuck the beef We sell a lot of these grams, and clutch the heat To many moves to be made, fake thug niggas Get a few through they brain, I been plug nigga It's rules to the game Cats like me play not to lose in this game You see this little nigga makin' moves in the Range I see you wack niggas still crusin' with lames Get full nigga cause it's food to the brain Rockland nigga spit fire and flames Get it right nigga, we gangsta Murder INC. gets poppin' pills, clips, however you like it Niggas get extorted, bitches get excited Known to start riots, the Rule and I-N-C Got fedaraleighs watchin' me, the Y-G and I-G Put it together family orientated through guns, drugs, and good relations Real conversations, we call it real talk And that shit spreads all the way from LA to New York And I love talk, that's when you get to smash on niggas Catch 'em in the dark spot and put the flash on niggas Cameras, lights, action, go buck at the master C's and past if when I die blow my ashes Off the shores of Costa Rica, nigga to each is own The Rule ain't dyin' alone motherfuckers |
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| 2:19 |
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this is leo, the cousin of the bitch that dont no nothing, next caller, ya um, i want ot know if my mom having an affair with my boyfriend oh, okay, wait on, hold on hun, the tarot cards never lie but your gonna have to hold on is 50 dollas a minute okay? aight next caller WATZ YOUR NAME? ADJIHAH adjihah, wat da hell ya want? ya i wanna know ... who your babys daddy? right? ya, um is is the fat one or the bald one? hun, hold on,.......... no, its not the bald, or the fat one the other guy you was with oh okay NEXT CALLER BUT YOUR GONNA HAVE TO HOLD ON!!!! |
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| 4:13 |
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[Jennifer Lopez] (Ja Rule) (What's my motherfuckin' name?) R-U-L-E (Blowin' back on this Mary Jane, I'm analyzin' the game) And the game done chose me (To bring pain to pussy niggaz and pussy hoes, it's one in the same) Ever since you told me (There's only room for two, I've been makin' less room for you) Now only God can hold me (Hug me, love me, judge me, the only Man that help is above me, holla) I met so many men and It's like their all the same My appetite for lovin' Is now my hunger pain And when I'm feelin' sexy Who's gonna come for me My only problem is Their insecurity 1 - [Jennifer Lopez] (Ja Rule) (Tired of bein' alone) Yeah, yeah (See you arguin' on the phone) Yeah, yeah (Are you tellin' all your friends) Yeah, yeah (That your nigga don't understand) My love 2 - [Jennifer Lopez] (Ja Rule) Cause I'm real (The way you walk, the way you move, the way you talk) Cause I'm real (The way you stare, the way you look, your style, your hair) Cause I'm real (The way you smile, the way you smell, it drives me wild) Cause I'm real And I can't go on without you [Ja Rule] Girl, I've been thinkin' bout this relationship And I wanna know is this as good as it gets Cause we've been through the worst times and the best times But it was our time, even if it was part-time My baby lookin' at me, smilin' at me, laughin' like we wasn't happy But not knowin', ever growin' and we're gettin' married Hard lovin' and straight thuggin' Bitch, I ain't doin' this shit for nuttin' I'm here to get it poppin', hoppin, let's ride up in the Benz Hair blowin' in the wind, sun glistenin' off my skin, hey I'm nasty, heh, you know me But you still don't fuck with your baby Repeat 2 [Jennifer Lopez] Now people lovin' me and hatin' me, treatin' me ungratefully But not knowin' that they ain't makin' or breakin' me My life I live it to the limit and I love it Now I can breathe again, baby, now I can breathe again Now people screamin' what the deal with you and so and so I tell them niggas, mind their biz, but they don't hear me though Cause I live my life to the limit and I love it Now I could breathe again, baby, now I could breathe again Repeat 1 Repeat 2 till end |
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| 4:51 |
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Gangsta.. you know
Huh, gangsta, c'mon, hehe Uhh.. got my nigga Vin Diesel in the house, y'know Number one movie in the country and all that Haha! Yo.. *Nuttin but some gangsters, smokin and ridin (YO!) Come on get high with us (NIGGA!) Come on and ride with us (BITCHES!) Cause, we're.. nuttin but some gangsters (YO!) smokin and ridin (YO!) Come on get high with us (C'MON NIGGAZ!) Come on and ride with us (YO!) Hey baby; c'mon and hop in my fo'-three-oh, S-E And let's see, how quick you fall victim to this G I'm a gangsta BITCH, a mack like Goldie But I never let the strength of this money control money Niggaz is somethin like pimps, the Rule is an O.G. I make three G's a day, thirty-three a week And my hoes hardly speak - they smoke while they ride Just, blowin the driver, when I'm one car behind ya (Nuttin but some gangsters) on Daytons and lowriders And three-wheel motion, bumpin Tha Eastsidaz I love Cali-for-ni-ay, on a hot day Where the green is wetter, and the head is even better (So get high tonight.. and if you rollin like I'm rollin you ridin right.. and if she fuckin with them gangstas ain't nuttin nice.. and if you knowin what I'm knowin then live your life.. cause, we're..) *Repeat (Cause, we're..) (Nuttin but some gangsters..) Ridin by in them big trucks Chrome wheels spinnin and killin niggaz with big bucks See baby I came up, from bein a thug From a nigga sellin them drugs on the corner throwin up slugs (Show me love!) All of y'all biches wanna ride with us (Mask and gloves!) Up when it's time to fuck bitches (Wanna be loved!) All you get is hard dick off the drugs (Pass the bud!) Yo bitch I ain't seen none of that dub But give me that Remi, a half a bottle already in me I cop a ounce, from one stizzy, and smoke 'til I'm dizzy Who ridin with me? Both of y'all bitches slide right in Just me, you, and your friend - I'll be fuckin y'all 'til the mornin C'mon, I love bitches with thongs on, that love to get it on with gangsters, leavin they pussies warm 'til like four in the mornin, baby girl, I'm gone Hop in the 6, devour your lawn BITCH, cause we're *Repeat (Cause, we're..) (Nuttin but some gangsters..) Holla! And if you, bout the dollars then pop your collars Cause we ain't nuttin but some gangsters, nigga smokin and ridin Who put it down for real, got this dough multiplyin Straight, livin it up and fuckin with thugs that push trucks that's sittin on dubs, not givin a fuck Y'all niggaz know me, Chris Black slash the O.G. So please believe I'm gangsta I control these streets Yo, nobody leaves nobody breathes until I enter the party And ease up in a 550 Medina Ferrari Pull in handicapped parkin, hop out with the lock in and wink at the hoes while I walk in Who's ridin and smokin tonight with players And I ain't talkin bout them niggaz with them Marvin gators I'm talkin bout them niggaz all up in fronts and gauges and runnin up in spots and blazin, we call them gangsters, yo! *Repeat Cause, we're.. nuttin but some gangsters, smokin and ridin Come on get high with us Come on and ride with us Cause, we're.. nuttin but some gangsters.. smokin and ridin Come on get high with us Come on and ride with us Cause, we're.. nuttin but some gangsters |
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[Ja Rule]
C'mon, let's get Pop in love I know you pop-u-lar Admitted the club But I just wanna toss you up Before I Swallow you whole I need to wash it down Tell your girls Avion indulge you to hang out +Intoxicate me+ Free your mind Free my mind Freak all night It's evident When two worlds collide Your twice as hot Wet through The new extras Get you by in life High on life I wonder what Life would be like If no more Women were dykes And trick hard at low prices It's a cold, cold world (Yeah) How do we relieve that stress (Ex) You know Pop them thangs To get extra horny baby girl You on one You can't ignore me Rule and Missy-E How you love that With I-G It's Murda I-N-C, nigga (Hook) [Tweet] Hey (Hey boy) Get me high tonight Take me away (Take me) Come inside my world Come ectasy (Ectasy) Let me show you love Between you and me Let me love you boy [Missy Elliott] You want freak I love a lot of excitement I excite men I make 'em dirty and trifling I, been known to leave 'em frightening Stifling all in love By the end of the night And I, want a big "Don John" To pop a few of these And make the john last long Ex, now you can serve that Cuz no doubt it's murda Ya heard that (Hook) [Ja-Rule] Now that you got my feeling High to Heaven, knows Tight as the pussy holes So, Lord knows It stick to your ex-o Them hoes To freak shows [Tweet] You know how it goes Comin out of my clothes [Missy Elliott] I'm coming outta my clothes You better, dick me down Then uh, turn me round Then uh, lay me down Cuz uh, You got me high a kite (Ja-Rule) Yo, I scream your name tonight [Ja Rule] (Tweet) Let me take a look in your eyes And see, and get in your eyes right, hypnotize like The late B.I.G, hey (whoo, whoo, whoo, take me away, extasy) Bitch!, please, pop a few of these And make house calls on Ja rule twice a week, heh (you and me, love you boy, yeah) [Tweet 2x] You got me high as a kite Feel like doing something freaky tonight When I think about you and me Feels good when your sexing me [Missy] Ahw, ahw its murda! [Hook 2x] After 2nd time, variations [Tweet 2x] (Missy) You got me high as a kite Feel like doing something freaky tonight When I think about you and me Feels good when your sexing me (ah, ah its murda!) |
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i'm rich, i'm rich, i'm filthy fuckin rich! Mothafucka...thank you! mothafucka, no thank me! Big mothafuckin remo! I did it! baby cakes! 2 more years and you can be where i am, And you be baby weight! ....yeah, thats gangsta right there... |
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| 5:01 |
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Yeah, uh, Ja Rule uh uh uh
Here to talk about the lost one It's a damn shame Fuckin Shakin that ass, Shakin that ass, yo, huh *Lost little girl I seen how love can turn to lust inside a Lost little girl I seen how pain can turn to trust within a Lost little girl She can get a man to do anything but she's a Lost little girl This sexy thing is only 17 and she's a Lost little girl I admit I get a lot of love from women It's only cause if i put that thug lovin in them It's hard as a mitten Gotta hit the club and bang out Song after song till I end up in the wrong route Tank top, sweat it out Where she's shakin that ass shakin that ass And got her breast pressed to the glass Strobe lights flashin That X is kickin in And I'm orderin the chrissy open bottles of tin On our stairway to heaven baby bring a friend putaya sayin, fuck in a stretch benz You know me I like it wet, rode slowly By the way baby, how old is you codie You lookin a little young to me And how many you had that girl on, two or three It's a damn shame But she coulda had the world And now she's nothing more than a *Repeat Chill little girl put up in a world of confusion Pop was abusin one of gods children Can't wait for losin my soul is dead And she's feelin like her worth is between her legs She start fucking niggas and learn to show'em respect They a father figure she honor love and protect To your down ass bitch One you could cuddle up and wile out with We call it thug love Hot sex and hard drugs was a thing of the past But look here murder inc nigga bringin it back We got them stressed strung out beatin to be hung out Cry in their crib backs when they say why would i get involved with niggaz involved with killaz involved with dealers involved with niggaz that make millions She coulda had it all Including the world Now she's nothing more than a *Repeat She's in danger now, she aint livin her life right She got a man but her mans livin his own life With his wife and kids his crib and Bonnevilles The benz that only spins on them chromey wheels What has he done for you lately Only remind you of when them times a little bit rider A dick and hes crazy and will reminds us And then he hit you with that one last promise You want it to be the truth so bad You lookin in his eye and your cryin, sayin he aint lyin But you know he is But you're a glutton for punishment And you know pain is love So whats wrong with sufferin The hard times have past, the good times are comin (cumin) All over your chest baby thats how your lovin it And its sad cause you coulda had the world now your nothin but a *Repeat Lost little girl Lost little girl Lost little girl Lost little girl Lost little girl Lost little girl Lost little girl |
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Rest in peace to my nigga Stretch, my nigga 'Pac So much pain Uhh.. yeah, huh, yeah All my, niggas.. so much pain Uhh.. huh, yeah Yeah, so.. much.. Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh They'll never take me alive, I'm gettin high with my fo'-five Cocked on these niggaz time to die Even as a lil' nigga, you could picture me hot gun in the rain I shed the tear, cause this nigga here inherits the pain And now I'm labeled as a thug nigga - you know the game Smokin weed, fuckin hoes, slangin thangs, that's the life I live Even if I tried to go back I'd get lost (come back) And everything I seem to love I done lost Fuck the world if they can't understand me What else could I do? I had to feed my fuckin family Yo' lies is my truth, so I'm a drug to your youth And you don't want 'em nowhere near me, now that they can hear me I spits razors, never been a stranger to homicide My city's full of tote-slangers and chalk lines Why do we die at an early age? Nigga so young, but still a victim of a twelve-gauge Feel the rage this world has bestowed upon me And I don't give a fuck 'cause they don't give a fuck 'bout me So I keep - drinkin Hennessy, bustin at my enemies Will I live to see twenty-three? There's so much pain Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh I'm tired of the strain and the pain (so much pain) Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh I'm tired of the strain and the pain Years and years of strugglin all my life Runnin wild as a kid, grew up blazin 'em right I'm in a - little cell I call my soul lately It's been a - givin me hell and my heart is screamin, "Don't enter" I've been cursed, for what it's worth I feel dead Spittin to you, I know I'm in way over my head But Lord hear me, I believe in your "7 Day Theory" Three souls done sent this whole world teary (can you hear me?) Too hot for you to stand near me It's so much pain, and niggaz wanna kill me I'm tired of the stress and the strain But my, grimiest grimeys got love for me They're blazin, sendin shotguns up above for me My face in, Hennessy with no chaser Coke rises on every way in - keep us hustlin nigga Me and my man got a plan to get this paper nigga So if you owe nigga, look for the gauge to blow nigga I figured I'd be considered a killer Doin crime excited my mind and leadin the blind I, can't express my compassion, my satisfaction for gettin fucked up and blastin - we all been there Taught from young to shoot, show no fear and lie And wipe the tears from yo' mother's eyes - so much pain ("They'll never take me alive..." - 2Pac) Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh I'm tired of the strain and the pain ("They'll never take me alive..." - 2Pac) Ooohhh, tired of the strain and the pain ("They'll never take me alive..." - 2Pac) I'm tired of the strain and the pain ("They'll never take me alive..." - 2Pac) Ooooooohhhhhh, nooooooooooooo ("Cocked on these suckers, time to die" - 2Pac) They got me mobbin like I'm - loc'd and ready to get my slug on I load my clip and slip my motherfuckin gloves on I ain't scared to blast on these suckers if they test me Trust, I got my glock cocked, playa if they press me Bust on motherfuckers with a - PASSION Better duck 'cause I ain't lookin when I'm - BA-BLASTIN I'm a nut and drinkin Hennessy And gettin high on the lookout for my enemies Don't wanna die, tell me why? Cause the stress gettin major A buck-fifty 'cross the face with my razor What can I do but be a thug until I'm dead and gone I keep my brain on the game and stay headstrong These sorry bastards wanna kill me in my sleep I'm real they can not see And everyday is just a struggle, steady thuggin on the streets And I be, ballin loc, don't let 'em make you worry Keep swingin at these suckers 'til you buried I was born to raise - hell, a nigga from the gutter, word to mother I'm tough - I'm kickin dust up, ready to bust I'm on the scene steady muggin mean; until they kill me I'll be livin this life, I know you feel me There's so much pain Ooooohhhhh, pain |
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*Love don't love me
Is the only thing that seems to hold me God can you explain why Love don't love me Is the only thing that seems to hold me God can you explain why I sit alone in my four cornered room staring at candles Gettin hot tryin to handle, this hand that's been dealt to me I don't need, especially in this world overwhelmed with greed See we cut from a different tree Y'all niggaz hope and I wish a nigga would fuck with INC Went through the troubles and the struggle of hustlin and runnin (what) So the ones that come behind don't' run through nothin They would fear no man but God and do a lot of frontin And I'm here to tell the world that pain is lovin' Like when I die I hope it rains Cuz if it does, that mean the lord shared them niggaz pain Here lie our man slain And I would get out the game if I could But I promised all my life to my kids I'd make good Can't stand my father and love my momma STILL I TRY, God can you explain why *Repeat I live my life under pistol, cuz lately love ain't been a issue With who's gone miss you, when you dead and gone Will my name live on? Or will I be the last to die and breathe and eat Cuz I need a little love and affection and baby I live like every day was my last one Dang, I've been living my life... (haha, yea) Like I'm a leave this world unmarked, smiles combed to horror For all them days when it rains And it feels like thangs ain't gettin no better for me Nobody loves me, sometimes I wish God could come down and hug me And wipe the tears from eyes Cuz in my heart I know only the strong survive And I die for my family, so they can live a better life I try, God can you explain why *Repeat I'll sacrifice my life, fuck all the dumb shit Cuz being black and broke's gettin redundant My grow to be a world leader like X and King If I can live a longer than Pac and BIG What do river for us niggaz run red, you could tell by the lives we live If it changes it'll be God's prediction, so pain inflicted, like Jane's Addiction Live right like Christians, but dance with the death It's like callin' stones a devil, the road is unlevel Still I walk through the valleys of shadows of death gasping for air Breathe in my last breath My daughter told me first words, my son walked his first steps And all through life we anticipate death And if pain is truly love, for my family I DIE, God can you explain why *Repeat |
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