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from Rush Hour (러시 아워) by Ira Hearshen [ost] (1998)
"Bitch Betta Have My Money"
What up love You thought I wouldn't recognize ho like stats I peep you at the strip joint You and that little black chick Acting like you so innocent When you in the six Usually that bring the freak right out of a bitch I knew something was wrong Lesbian I go on Ain't nothing wrong with bump n' grinding right I like mines tight You like yours licked And we both like bitches to get high high wit You opted to leave a nigga with no options You freak hoe dance topless baby What's ya sitcho You ride dildo Plastic nympho Only see dick in porno Hun lidten I can make your life a world of difference Throw me in the mix of your sexual experiences See what happens In like two weeks These hoes is freaking Making about two g's a piece a weekend That's what I'm saying [Chorus x2:] It ain't easy pimped out Flossing furs Diamonds Matching sets his and hers Keep ya hoes on point Tell them watch the fuzz Cause Bitch better have my money Keep my ones on top My tens on lock My hoe in the drop Got a hot little co-op Prestigous Rock a cuban link with Jesus Lord have mercy Let me touch this Tease it For reasons I can't explain to you lord Cause you know my actions are censored Don't diss chips to fuck with no broad This one can get it Damn near split it Yeah picture me paying for some pussy I ain't even smelled yet Let alone got wet But I'm willing to make a bet That the next time we riding If she ain't riding On the turnpike you you bobbing While I'm weaving Getting weede Believe me This pimp shit ain't easy baby I tell you ain't no hoes like the ones I got They make you fiend for that pussy coming up out ya pockets [Chorus x2:] It ain't easy pimped out Flossing furs Diamonds Matching sets his and hers Keep ya hoes on point Tell them watch the fuzz Cause Bitch better have my money Baby girl you so hot I feel like Iceberg Slim I pimp plenty women Got to tip my hat to a ten Just been in too many run ins with dead ends Comparisions range from thick ones to thin Explosive sex thoughts coming from this young work horse I spend hard times like D.A.'s in criminal courts Fro the love of my life I'll cut down on the sport For the jewels with ice and creep to never get caught You know the game You and I is one in the same But you got my name tatooed on ya leg Shit is serious Now you caling me acting delirious Used to be my best bitch Now somewhat resistant Street life got you hot like Heather Hunter Worn out and don't nobody want ya First time i met ya you played me out of pocket I ain't know no better bitch Now stop it Game is the topic And what's between your legs is the product Use it properly And you'll make dollars biatch [Chorus x2:] It ain't easy pimped out Flossing furs Diamonds Matching sets his and hers Keep ya hoes on point Tell them watch the fuzz Cause Bitch better have my money |
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from Jay-Z - Vol. 2 Hard Knock Life (1998)
Volume 2 ... Hard Knock Life
Track #9 [5:10] Featuring Amil and Ja Rule [Jay-Z] What? Well fuck you... bitch Bounce wit me, wit me, wit me wit me Can you bounce wit me, bounce wit me, wit me wit me Can you bounce wit me, bounce wit me, ge-gi-gi-gi-gi-gi Can you bounce wit me, bounce wit me, ye-ye-yeah Uh-huh uh-huh bounce wit me, bounce wit me Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me Ya-yah-yah, ya-ya-yah-yeah bounce wit me, bounce wit me Ge-gi, ge-gi-gi-gi-geyeah bounce wit me, bounce wit me Get it! [Jay-Z] Can I hit in the MORNING without givin you half of my dough And even worse if I was broke would you WANT ME? If I couldn't get you finer things like all of them diamond rings bitches KILL FOR would you STILL ROLL? If we couldn't see the sun risin off the shore of Thailand would you RIDE THEN, if I wasn't DRIVIN? If I wasn't ah, eight figure nigga by the name of Jigga would you come around me or would you clown me? If I couldn't flow futuristic would ya put your two lips on my wood and kiss it - could ya see yourself with a nigga workin hard at a 9 to 5 and then ten to six, two jobs to survive, or do you need a BALLER? So you can shop and tear the MALL UP? Brag, tell your friends what I BOUGHT YA If you couldn't see yourself with a nigga when his dough is low Baby girl, if this is so, yo.. Chorus: repeat 2X [Jay-Z] Can I get a FUCK YOU to these bitches from all of my niggaz who don't love hoes, they get no dough [Amil] Can I get a WOOP WOOP to these niggaz from all of my bitches who don't got love for niggaz without dubs? [Amil] Now can you bounce wit me, uhh [Jay-Z] Bounce wit me, bounce wit me Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me [Amil] Uh uh.. Major Coins, Amil-lion [Jay-Z] Bounce wit me, bounce wit me [Amil] Uhh, yo bounce wit me [Jay-Z] Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me [Amil] Yeah, uh-uh uh uh [Amil] You ain't gotta be rich but FUCK THAT How we gonna get around your BUS PASS Fo' I put this pussy on your mustache Can you AFFORD ME, my niggaz breadwinners, never corny Ambition makes me, so horny Not the fussin and the frontin If you got nuttin, baby boy, you betta "Git Up, Git Out and get somethin" Shit! I like a, lot of Pravada, Alize and Vodka Late nights, candlelight, then I tear the cock up Get it up I put it down erytime it pop up, huh I got to snap em, let it loose, then I knock ya Feel the juice, then I got ya, when you produce a rocka I let you meet momma and introduce you to poppa My, coochie remains in a Gucci name Never test my patience nigga, I'm high maintenance HIGH CLASS, if you ain't rollin, bypass If you ain't holdin, I dash yo Chorus [Jay-Z] Now can you bounce for me, bounce for me [Ja] Uhh [Jay-Z] Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me [Ja] Uhh! [Jay-Z] Gi-gi-gi-geyeah-geyeah [Jay-Z] Can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me [Ja] UHH! [Jay-Z] Gi-gi-gi-gi can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me [Ja] Uhh! Yeah [Ja Rule] It ain't even a question how my dough flows, I'm good to these bad hoes Like my bush wet and undry like damp clothes What y'all niggaz don't know, it's eazy, to pimp a hoe Bitches betta have my, money fo' sho' Before they go, runnin they mouth, promotin half I be diggin they, back out, go 'head, let it out I fucks with my gat out, bounce and leave a hundred Makin em feel, slutted even if they don't want it It's been SO LONG since I met a chick ain't on my tips but then I'm DEAD WRONG, when I tell em BE GONE So HOLD ON to the feelin of flossin and platinum cause from NOW ON, you can witness Ja the I-CON with hoodies and TIMBS ON, cause I thugs my bitches VeVe, studs my bitches, then we rob bitch niggaz I'm talkin bout straight figures if you here, you wit us If not Boo, you know what, I still fucked you Chorus [Jay-Z] Now can you bounce wit me, bounce wit me Ge-gi, ge-gi-gi-gi bounce wit me, bounce wit me Wit me wit me wit me bounce wit me, bounce wit me Bounce, bitch, bounce.. wit me wit me wit me wit me Can ya bounce wit me wit me Ge-gi, uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh Uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh Can ya bounce wit me bounce wit me Geyeah Geyeah |
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from Shae Jones - Tlak Show (1999)
(feat. Ja Rule)
[Ja] It's Ja Rule Shae baby It's mad money It's Murder Heh, yeah It's Murder [1: Shae] Ain't nothing like a bad-bad, bad boy He treats me better then a good-good, good boy Ain't nothing like a bad-bad, bad boy He treats me better then a good-good, good boy I, got a man, you understand He don't open doors for me He, don't have a real job And that's okay cause He's working me [2:] Got me goin' round-round When I take him downtown Make me want a bad-bad Got me going round [2] Ain't nothing like [1] [1] He plays, with my mind He, be lyin' all the time Tells me that he's out with a friend But I really know, he's playing me [2] Got me goin' round [2] [1: x4] If daddy's cool and thinks he'll do I think he's wack Nothing like a, a bad boy [Ja] Baby I see you, freakin' off again Pullin' up with with the rabbits in Knowin' you used to gettin' worked is droppin' Matter of fact who's Benz is you driving Drop with the chrome rims Something about it, hit it, when you feel love When it's in ya game But when it's real strong, still and all I'm lookin' forward to lickin' my - on your tongue And when I'm done, - on your love Don't give a damn where you came from, Ja baby You the one Gettin' it done, then hit it and run It's a damn shame that I do what I, do to gap And when I do, it's like two in ya mouth, what Me and my dawgs got guns to bust So when you cats get scandolous, you so high Even FED's can't hang with us And you wonder why they all wanna bang with us It's because, we the Mur-der-ers Any boy better then that gonna get... Hot slugs from us You really don't want that, unless You feel you can flow with the best Got the strength to obtain the rest Air out one time, it's about respect Bad boy, N-O, bring it in, no doubt [1] [1 & 2: together] |
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from Ja Rule - Venni Vetti Vecci / Explicit Version (1999)
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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from Ja Rule - Venni Vetti Vecci / Explicit Version (1999)
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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from Ja Rule - Venni Vetti Vecci / Explicit Version (1999)
[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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from Ja Rule - Venni Vetti Vecci / Explicit Version (1999)
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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from Ja Rule - Venni Vetti Vecci / Explicit Version (1999)
[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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from Ja Rule - Venni Vetti Vecci / Explicit Version (1999)
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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from Ja Rule - Venni Vetti Vecci / Explicit Version (1999)
[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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from Ja Rule - Venni Vetti Vecci / Explicit Version (1999)
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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from Ja Rule - Venni Vetti Vecci / Explicit Version (1999)
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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from Ja Rule - Venni Vetti Vecci / Explicit Version (1999)
[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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from Ja Rule - Venni Vetti Vecci / Explicit Version (1999)
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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from Ja Rule - Venni Vetti Vecci / Explicit Version (1999)
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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from Ja Rule - Venni Vetti Vecci / Explicit Version (1999)
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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from Ja Rule - Venni Vetti Vecci / Explicit Version (1999)
[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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from Ja Rule - Venni Vetti Vecci / Explicit Version (1999)
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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from Ja Rule - Venni Vetti Vecci / Explicit Version (1999)
[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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from Ja Rule - Venni Vetti Vecci / Explicit Version (1999)
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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from Ja Rule - Venni Vetti Vecci / Explicit Version (1999)
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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from Def Squad - Def Squad Presents Erick Dnasis (2000)
(Erick Onasis (Sermon))
Check it, when I come in the place excitement Like a plane watch, take it to Jacob and iced it E coming through in the purest form On some Striesand shit, when a star is born I might rock a fake diamond watch for this evening You rob me, end up dead for now reason I approach those that wanna cramp my style When I ask they be like "Huh" like in Juvenile Crack a smile, say a rhyme thats straight out cold Strong enough to grab you with its choke hold So whats cha'll want, don't dare taunt 'Fore I leave you in back of somebodies restaurant Layin flat with the rats and cats By a cardboard box where the bums be at And one more thing, for those that wanna bite my shit I hope you choke and nobody give you the himelic, DEAD Onasis Aristotle, on the mic paint a picture that would awake Picasso Yeeaaahhh, yeah, you can't be believing it You imagine it, you and to me are both seeing shit Chorus: Erick & Ja Rule No matter what the deal, we get the money money No matter how we feel, we get the money money Without, or with the steal, we get the money money Walk around with a fat bank roll, we get the money money No matter what the deal, we get the money money No matter how we feel, we get the money money Without, or with the steal, we get the money money Walk around with a fat bank roll (Ja Rule) E-Dub, get a nigga involved, let me spit a few bars Of murderous material, niggas venirial, diseases to me And its startin to burn when I piss on emcees Niggas want it with me, who I be? The one that got you ready to run The one with rhyme or reason to bust my gun Whats the outcome, another nigga gettin smoked? Another nigga found slain with a tongue out his throat Son its no joke, I pump lead like bad dope And leave niggas nodding out with no hope I'ma spit various flows, and fuck various hoes Rule, E-Dub, and Short Dog it shows That the niggas with the money get the bitches bitches Rolled up on dubs, deep dishes dishes Niggas don't want it with me J-the A-the R-U-L-E Nigga I get the money money Chorus Aiyyo, who asked who I be, I'm the phantom With a microphone to blow spots random Got distribution boostin from here to Houston Known for full fledge producing Cats were reluctant When I came through the spot a crunked it Laid back and funked it, yeah No matter what, I puts in work E, I do it all day, I do it in spurts Suckers lost up in NYC with ??? Fake thug emcees that never did dirt Yo, me and Ja Rule make ya holla holla We get money like minister ??? dollar Us two linked up, cased the bank and hit a brink up Past the bar and mixed the drink up Believe I got major cash (How?) Street talkin like Big Boi from Outkast (Uh huh) Chorus |
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from Ja Rule - Rule 3:36 / Explicit Version (2000)
5. 6 Feet Underground
{*chipmunk voice*} 6 feet underground Dice are rolling, Knives are out with thee present danger all around I don't say they mean harm, but they'd each give an arm to see us six feet underground. see us 6 feet under ground It doesn't matter what those morons say [Chorus] It's Murda I N C Uh, the Lord is calling me My demons haunt me this really tortures me cuz they don't understand me And while I'm holdin up I know you smilin' down at all my enemies who wanna see me (six feet underground) [Ja Rule] Look at me now hittin' em up holdin it down cuz I'm destined to be I know you love to see me (6 feet underground) why see do the Devil's Eyes you vision my demise so may your soul lie (6 Feet Underground) and before that I believe that I can fly most people gettin lye my niggas is gettin' by if you can't see we bitches ya jags, we foward ya last we Diamonds ya glass, we get pussy yall ass. Give me love we be wearing gloves tied up in gloves with special 38 slugs so we don't end up (6 Feet Underground) the butch is hittin em' the rule is to get rid of em' for those who feel they getting away Ja we sendin em' (6 Feet Underground) I've feel I've cursed my body and soul I been outta control ever since I fell in the zone I want nothin more than to see my niggas eat with me but my enemies want nothin more than to see me (6 Feet Underground) Chorus: (2x) The Lord is calling me My demons haunt me this really tortures me cuz they don't understand me And while I'm holdin up I know you smilin' down at all my enemies who wanna see me (six feet underground) [Ja Rule] I'm so ignorant cuz I done played my last tears and pain is bliss been through so many things it's hard to resist a mind that's currently thinking on his last wish it's nothing to fuck with when I know what I want because you must think I'm a fool claiming you love what I do and be out playing the Rule bad move, more cars, more hoes, more jewels, and I'd love nothin more than to see you (6 Feet Underground) doesn't matter how we gonna get outta weed rollin it outta mindows nor from adam? but we show them uh now we leave them niggas creating a deal let it open so won't be goin (6 Feet Underground) because I've feel I've cursed my body and soul I been outta control ever since I fell in the zone I want nothin more than to see my niggas eat with me but my enemies want nothin more than to see me (6 Feet Underground) Chorus: (2x) The Lord is calling me My demons haunt me this really tortures me cuz they don't understand me And while I'm holdin up I know you smilin' down at all my enemies who wanna see me (six feet underground) [Ja Rule] get up (4x) baby the Rule can't die tonight (6 Feet Underground) now all my niggas is ya wit mea yea all my niggas is ya wit mea yea you start I warned em' that I ain't livin right niggas might see my life as sort of a scarifice money, bitches, and ice. but fuck it whoa whoa something let me still to something ride 125 in a low low frontin it's free will emotion you know I'm high flickin' ashes at police while I'm ridin' by I'm ghetto I don't fear is deeper than love if you want to get it nigga then come on nigga get it in blood because I've feel I've cursed my body and soul I been outta control ever since I fell in the zone I want nothin more than to see my niggas eat with me but my enemies want nothin more than to see me (6 Feet Underground) Chorus: (2x) The Lord is calling me My demons haunt me this really tortures me cuz they don't understand me And while I'm holdin up I know you smilin' down at all my enemies who wanna see me (six feet underground) [Ja Rule] (2x) Yea it's Murda Inc. Baby so what you want baby ain't none of this cuz ya niggas ain't crazy it's Ja Rule, Irv Gotti, Blackchild, Tah Murdah, 01, Maricon?, Vita, it's Murrda. see us (6 Feet Underground) Chris Gotti. it doesn't matter what these morons say |
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from Ja Rule - Rule 3:36 / Explicit Version (2000)
Murder Inc. shit
Uh... uh, uh, uh Chorus: Christina Milian Now every little thing that we do (that we do) Should be between me and you (me and you) The freaky things that we do (that we do) Let's keep between me and you (me and you) Cause every little thing that we do (that we do) Should be between me and you (me and you) The freaky things that we do (that we do) Let's keep between me and you, ba-byyy [Ja Rule] Yo... Now when I first met her all I thought was "Thong thong-thong" like, "Lose the lame, we can get our freakin on" Baby know the game, slip away, and slide me yo' number It's the last day of spring, see you first day this summer I'm a bad motha; shut yo' mouth! Pull the drop out and creep at a low speed, cause homey probably know me I push the pedal, thoughts of your stilleto way up in the air like I think he's here Cause see, every time that I'm alone with you (with you) Homey be checkin up on you (on you) But if that nigga only knew (only knew) You've got a lot of freak in you, ba-byyy Well now it's startin to rain, I pop the roof and the champagne How Jay said? "Money Ain't a Thing" It's been close a few, at times even impossible But, it's been between me and you, ba-byyy Chorus [Ja Rule] Girl it's on again, every year - we hummer 'em in Beaches, houses, hoes, foes, friends And when the, day ends - that's when it all begins You wit him? Here's my room key; holla at me While you thinka-think I'ma hit it up then look at the nigga you thinkin you love? C'mon love We could go there, me and you, creep off all night If you love it, in the mornin, awake with new light If you lookin like I ain't gonna handle his Let me handle my bizzz, it is what it is Nigga livin his liiiife, and that's my bitch You know I gotta wiiiife, let's keep this thing tight, ba-byyy Chorus [Ja Rule] Don't let the word get out (shhh), ba-byyy This is - strictly between me and you, ba-byyy If they - knew we were doin what we were doin it'd probably ruin our creep away summer in Cancun'n-and I, love the way we get away, throw away a whole day Turn off the pagers and phones, we in the zone like "Fuck liife, we live liife This is our liife, live your liife" [Christina Milian] Cause see, every time that I'm alone with you (with you) Shorty be checkin up on you (on you) But if baby girl only knew (only knew) You've got a lot of freak in you, ba-byyy [Ja Rule] Did I ever tell you, my man love what you do That little thing with yo' tongue; you the best, who knew? It's been close a few, at times even impossible But, it's been between me and you, ba-byyy Chorus (That we do) (Me and you) (That we do) (Me and you) (That we do) (Me and you) (That we do) (Me and you) |
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from Ja Rule - Rule 3:36 / Explicit Version (2000)
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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from Ja Rule - Rule 3:36 / Explicit Version (2000)
[Tah Murdah]
Yea We about money and murda The fuck y'all want to do Either pass that paper Or we gonna have to kill you It's like that nigga Don't question why Cuz when it's murda motherfucker Everybody gotta die Die motherfucker die Die motherfucker die Die motherfucker die Die motherfucker die [Tah Murdah] Money ain't never been nothing I hit the block if this shit get ugly And it ain't never been in my heart to let niggas thug me Hit the dealer and cop a drop if the eyes is buggy And pull up in front of the spot cause the mommies love me (It's gangsta) yeah and ain't no nigga gone match me Stocky, chubby nigga voice real raspy I see you real flashy "but that ain't gone last nigga" Pop fire off shots "and that's your ass nigga" It's war now that's why I keep the four with long nozzle Six-hundred bad bitch on it holding down the throttle And fuck that beef shit cause some beef won't die And some niggas will say they gangsta but they won't ride And while it's hard for you to decide I'll let it fly Forty shots hit your ride up hit the tropics and hide up Under palm tree's to white sand Everything is a price man You snipe when bullets are piping hot When it's your flesh it begin warming you Now die motherfucker die Cuz I'm tired of warning you [Black Child] Yeah we hear now, die motherfucker Don't be scared now, die motherfucker Black Child I'm off parole it's murda now In a hood near you about to burn it down Word to God it feels like I'm from every hood Cuz when you ghetto your ghetto with gats you good Sell cracks if you could bust your gat when you should It's for my blacks from the bricks back to Inglewood We eat together nigga fuck the crossroads In this world my flow is another lost soul My shit sounds like shots from a four pound For these bitch clowns it's war now It's all about paper that's my issue Fuck peace you can have a piece of the pistol [Chorus x2: Ja Rule] Everybody gonna die but nobody want dead Die motherfucker die, it's your life Everybody wanna live, but they wanna live scared Die motherfucker Die, that's your life [Ja Rule] Niggas know the truth Rule raises the roof Cuz I pop more shots than Abdul-Rauf And when the concludes I bring closure to the situ Come thru squeeze eight out the stolen black pinto Niggas know my mental kill or be killed head for the hills But don't never slide down it if you to high ground it (puff, puff) uhhh! Is how it sounded two shots thru and silent And one nigga stripped of his talents New fucking Yiddy City the sex and violence Where first time offenders get floated to the island And one time give a nigga one time Breathe wrong and a nigga have a blown mind I blow lines like an addict Bust guns erratic shine blind like carats Rules above average me and this music make a marriage So I thee wed till I'm either jailed or dead motherfuckers Feel me niggas [Black Child] Word to God Feel us nigga We here, again It's Murda [Chorus x2] |
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from Ja Rule - Rule 3:36 / Explicit Version (2000)
{Ja Rule}
Yeah.. yeah.. Uhh, uhh, you don't want it You one of them jokers there Split it in half nigga Gimme that vodka water too.. yeah.. World get on one, if you not afraid to fly You need to get on a flight and fly tonight Run up in the hottest clubs so high That tonight for these hoes is nuttin but love I'm feelin extra extraordinarily freaky And I know you hoes wanna roll with me I shoot by the bar - place my order Big baller orderin all that damn water I head up to VIP thug-style like WOW; nobody sippin on cristal? They all got a Evian or OJ And shorty that I just met name was Candy Said she let this true candy to bring it up I said that's cool with me as ya ass I touch She said rule you scandalous lick the lips Popped another one and grabbed my nuts I said i fuck so fabulous on ex' all night Nothin but sweat and rough sex Now ya know what's next We up to high noonin Schlep Yed and girls its so good I don't wanna control ya Just wanna make ya mine And when your life's outta order Just have a good time And ex-ta-sy I wanna fly And bring ya sex-in me I feel right Ex-ta-sy I'm whirrin high When ya sex-in me i feel right Ex-ta-sy I'm gonna fly And when ya sex-in me i feel right Ex-ta-sy I'm flyin high And when ya sex-in me its so right Yea yea bitch c'mon We fly high baby Just you and I baby Gotta flight that leaves At a quarter to nine Anybody boardin? c'mon then We ballin WOW and full of 'ribean Hard to keep my balance So when I'm in mo all of you hoes got the talent High feelin like its all love and no valin Full of sweat, bloodshot eyes, and large pupils, X-men This is some shit that i could get used to I usually blow weed with intentions to OD Drink "evian" slowly when I'm on E And only those who feel me Are gonna hear me Especially hoes -n- extasy We got the murder man that's the spot to chill Got bitches pop the pill feelin hot for real Take that shirt off take that skirt off Cuz my dick is hard and your ass is soft Now that's a freaky combination And freaky conversations Lead into freaky situations Like me tastin your sexuality Sexy you ever took extasy? And have you wildin in a club Smilin at a thug Express your hugs With one fuckin all of us That's right we freakin off for life Pass the OJ we gettin high tonight, On And ex-ta-sy I wanna fly And bring ya sex-in me I feel right Ex-ta-sy I'm whirrin high When ya sex-in me i feel right Ex-ta-sy I'm gonna fly And when ya sex-in me i feel right Ex-ta-sy I'm flyin high And when ya sex-in me its so right Deutsche Deutsche Before i start the Porsche I keep them pumpin off the Calvin Kleins, Buddah's And the Nike swoosh And party saggin like two loose socks Invest the money in stocks We gettin the orange juice crops We ready to get outta hear Disappear The bitch get like David Copperfield When she pop a pill Wanna do it in the high heels On top of a high hill Cause my nigga ain't tryin to run up then i will Hit it from behind that's how i polly wit mines Man we up all night fuckin by the Hollywood sign Yea got smacked up Everytime she backed up Didn't know there was room in the back Of the lack truck I pass her the job then he Passed it back Hope my girl to find a magnum raps You need a shoe shine job The way you polish a knob Backstage panties down eat dick Good-bye Biotch!! I don't wanna control ya Just wanna make ya mine And when your life's outta order Just have a good time And ex-ta-sy I wanna fly And bring ya sex-in me I feel right Ex-ta-sy I'm whirrin high When ya sex-in me i feel right Ex-ta-sy I'm gonna fly And when ya sex-in me i feel right Ex-ta-sy I'm flyin high And when ya sex-in me its so right Yea bitch c'mon!! |
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from Ja Rule - Rule 3:36 / Explicit Version (2000)
yeah yeah, hold up, hold up, hold up. What the fuck do you want before I open up this grey box? Girl: Nigga, you know what I want. I want that x. yeah, but what kind you want? You want the white booties, you want the green nikes, you want the Calvin Kleins, you want the Versaces. You know I got it all. Please believe that. You, how high you wanna fly? |
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from Ja Rule - Rule 3:36 / Explicit Version (2000)
(Chorus)
When I cry, you cry, we cry, together Said I cry, you cry, we cry, together Said I cry, you cry, we cry, together Said I cry, you cry, we cry, together I love my life, I love my wife A bad time to prevail, it overwhelmed me I'm livin' in hell, but livin' wealthy And know these hoes love me, because I'm a star I can't even cop a drink at the bar Get me some bottles of that Remi Martine Let's get the party cracking right here, fuck VIP Now when my baby loves me, home with tears in her eyes And when I get in, I hurt her more by telling her lies She ain't surprised at me, she's just surprised that we Been together for this long, and I can be The one to mistreat her, thought it last forever 'Cos if I cry, you cry, we cry together (chorus) From what I recall we was little niggas Cuttin' school, gettin' high with the hottest bitches Livin' life so free that we ain't fearing The ills of the world, and the heat of drug dealing You and I then made a killing, and stuck together In this land of forbidden treasure Love is the only evil seed that could sever a tie this close Not the love between us, but your love for the dough You went OT, started makin' m-o-n-e-y All my good niggas gotta die, wish it could last forever I wish death was pleasure 'Cos when you died, I cried, we cried together (chorus) Wash away your tears, my love You ain't got to cry no more, my love I'm putting on everything out, my love And my pain, it's my love And I want this world to smile for me Don't shed a tear, 'cos the nigga died happily My mama warned me life was a mothafucker But I ignored the warning and kept on hustlin' And every night, she'd just look at me Tears in her eyes, and they be saying shit like 'I don't want my baby to die' Brought so much pain into her life, I gotta make it better 'Cos when ma cried, I cried, we cried together (chorus) |
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from Ja Rule - Rule 3:36 / Explicit Version (2000)
Tell 'em Reemo.....Distribution Well, you know what we'll do....tell 'em (baby) You know I.......(whachya gonna do now?) Fuck ya girl! Face down ass up You know we like to Fuck ya girl! In the middle of the night Put it in your butt You know what's up I'll Fuck ya girl! If the puss gets dry And the bitch gotta curl Rub it in ya hair I wanna Fuck ya girl! With my dick in her mouth Chokin' her out (err) Still gonna Fuck ya girl! (Hahaha!) (This mother fucker's straight) That's right, come on now! All you bitches Ain't give me no pussy before in here Ya know what I'd say? Oh, I ain't mad at you (That shit's gonna cost you) Tina? You know what I'd do? I'm gonna fuck you girl! (A thousand dollars) Sherry? I'm gonna fuck you girl! (A thousand dollars) Maria? I'm gonna fuck you girl! (A thousand dollars) Lisa? I'm gonna fuck you girl! (A thousand dollars) Haha! Those bitches across the world I'm gonna fuck you girl! (Wait a minute! You mother fucking talkin' all that shit That shit's comin' out your budget Them hoes cost a thousand dollars a piece Young ass nigger But ya still my artist, baby king! Ladies and gentlemen, baby king! Ladies and gentlemen, god bless and good night. I wanna goddamn thank all the mother fuckers who put this together, my mother fucking self. Anybody who question me...hmm, hold on Where's my mother fucking bouncers?) |
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from Ja Rule - Rule 3:36 / Explicit Version (2000)
Hey yo buck.
Start the mother fuckin track. Let these niggas know I ain't got to spit shit at these clowns. These fuckin chumps. Word to mother. Right now I'm bout to go head and continue to make my mother fuckin hits and shit and do what I do you know. That mother fuckin platinum sound. That Murder Inc. sound. What up Gotti. |
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from Ja Rule - Rule 3:36 / Explicit Version (2000)
Ja Rule, Uh Shade and Irv Gotti Niggas don't want none of this [Ja Rule] Ladies call me white Kane, pure as snow Like cocaine, cutiepies powder they nose I've been preaching to the stars Ladies be livin real harder A lot of icons, but consider me God Born in the seventies The eighties was growing wit time Now it's two G nigga And the world is mine I was a smart nigga Figured if he put me on the spot Wit hot shit bubble me up till I rock Come put me on the block In a new form and new sound For Ja Rule and I'm feeling like I'm too strong I move on down to D.C., V.A. And I even did as far as Californ-I-A Come to shit They fly, they float, they snort, they smoke Hustle, bag and mope For more Down the freeway racing out of control, it's crazy When you fucking wit Rule it's shady [ ] Niggas if you hustle and stick 'em It's your life Bitches if your Fuckin and striping It's alright We all got to eat So live your life Niggas It's alright Bitches It's your life [Shade Sheist] Now I got to hit you wit some other shit Sentinella gutta shit Four sides of the chrome Flows smack you wit the rubber grip Never been a nigga, niggas wanna play they cards wit See me in the dark whip Better go call your guards quick Better go hit the block and tell them bitches that shisty shit Known the freaks face like that yellow bezel ice shit Similar response, yo that kid spit the nicest Baby re-intice this, CD's raise they prices Make a nigga chain, oaid off in a different name Maid think they got flame, Shade just hit the brain Me and Ja fucked around and made the teams A-list Two niggas from two sides, like a 7/10 split bitch [ 2x] [Ja Rule] Niggas from the East Christ from the gun to the mics I'm living my life Running through hell wit no ice It's a sin But I'd sell my lost soul to win Go to bed and die Then I'd wake up breathing again Cause I'm all in Even though shit ain't right I wake up sweatin my life every night Help me, is it the devil that going to get me Or is it God don't feel like being bothered wit me So hard to hit me, this life a sacrifice If I grow blind through the dark my kids gonna see the light If I die young it's cause a nigga too high strung Got scary love for gun wit too much weed in my lungs And still niggas screaming Ja the one, the chosen The God's only begotten son, it's my life [ 2x] |
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from Ja Rule - Rule 3:36 / Explicit Version (2000)
Do you love me, do you hate me
Do you love me, do you hate me Do you love me, do you hate me Yeah, yeah This world loves me, this world loves me not I'm torn between the best of both cuz I'm hot In this game so brittely, literaly I got niggaz wanna riddle me, get rid of me R-U-L-E, need I say more? World, hope y'all prepared for the chaos Cuz y'all want the beast in me, so I'ma give it Paint pictures vivid, live high as a spirit Y'all can all jump in it That's what you might as well do If you gonna live life timid And I ain't never been intiminated Believe me, and I don't wanna fuckin breath easy I wanna make it hard for these niggaz So when they can't stand me I'ma make it so these niggaz can't feed they family Now do you love me, or do you hate me? C'mon and get me, I keep it off safety [Chorus] Do you love me Do you hate me Ready or not Here I come There's nuthin but love spread between me and my niggaz We bust guns together and fuck so many bitches But I know that Hell is callin In the name of the lord just let a nigga in Cuz I ain't done nuthin wrong, but love thy self And harm other niggaz that wanna stop my health Is that healthy? Cuz love'll never be hand over hand It's man versus man It's Murda If I'm gonna be hated or to be loved I prefer ta live wild and die from slugs What you want from me? Lord I'm only a human Tho I bear your name, I'm a devil in chains Release me, cuz Lord only knows it ain't easy When I'm scarred for life, I know that he sees me Now do you love me nigga Or do you hate me nigga C'mon and get me I'm waiting nigga [Chorus x2] Y'all just wanna watch me rise, then watch me fall Before it's all done I'ma die from it all I might OD in a club off drugs like River Phoenix Or get shot down like BIG and Pac for my genius I know this worlds seen it before, and here I come I know y'all fiendin for more, and I'm not done As long as I can run through current like state times Keep up a sane mind, and hand on my iron, I'ma blast off mine Look in the eyes of a nigga who seldomely cries I got a beautiful wife and kids, why me? Y'all cats choose cash and cribs, why me? If this good livin Lord, why me? When I live so dirty yet I'm worthy to be Number one, the world's only begotten son Here I come [Chorus x4] Do you love me? Do you hate me? Do you love me? Do you hate me? Here I Come |
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from Ja Rule - Rule 3:36 / Explicit Version (2000)
(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 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', "Dear Lord, take me" (One of us) (Baby) 'Cuz I ain't really happy here, can you blame me? This game done changed me, made me an animal I can't even laugh no more, my kids smile for me now I'm the one-and-only, my momma's only child Lord, save me before I go crazy 'Cuz if you, live through the strain just to die from the pain, tell me Would you believe that you could breathe again? [Chorus] If God were one of us (One of us) Would he sin and love to lie? I wanna know If God were one of us (One of us) Would he freakin' live his life? I wanna know If God were one of us (One of us) Would he use his name in vain? I need to know If God were one of us (One of us) Would he believe that he could breathe again? Yo, yo Now let's look at things through my right hand What if you was that man? Would you run wit me? Gun wit me? Would you understand the husstlin', the struggeling Live amongst dope heads, raisin' your kids and runnin' from the Feds We'd be bound to bump heads, 'cuz you livin' my life All righteous, and you said livin' righteous was right But there's two sides to life - one dark, one light If you lighten up forever you can dig to the night Wrap them guns over there, and bring 'em on ova' here (One of us) 'Cuz my God is bigger down your god down here Now we ride jet sled baby, bubble in Ba-Namb 'Cuz Rule and the Lord got it goin' on Been, known to do bad shit, I'm so heavenly, but so devilish If, you, live through the strain just to die from the pain, tell me Would you believe that you could breathe again? [Chorus] Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yo Let's trade places, Rule be Spirit, God be flesh And let's see just how, weak the flesh gets Now you call on me, "Every night bend your knee" Until your start to realize I ain't answerin' Now you hang up the phone, Lord, pick up the chrome, Lord Can I blame you, Lord, for needin'a feed what's yours? Got a wife that you love, yet you still lust whores And I'm supposted to judge you, on earth where it's ugly You might as well aim at the sky, slug me (One of us) 'Cuz I ain't bein' a Fair God, when life is so hard I know what'chu goin' through, every move you make Every crime committed every little mistake I still got love for ya, fair is fair As long as you repent you'll be good up here (Baby) 'Cuz if you, live through the strain just to die from the pain, tell me Would you believe that you could breathe again? [Chorus x4] Yeah, uhh Yeah, uhh, yeah, c'mon, tell me Uhh, man, c'mon tell me One of us, heheahah If God were one of us Murda Inc. shit Nigga, ain't nothin' touchin' me J to A R-U-L-E nigga c'mon, c'mon Ha, ha, come and get me, niggas I wanna know Yeah, yeah Tell me, tell me Can you hear me? Would he believe that he could breathe again? Niggas (One of us x12) Murda Inc. shit Heh, Ja Rule, Slow Rob Irv Gotti, Rebel, uhh Get it right Black Child, day's on We all in here, Big D Tauric Huh, uh, Chris Gotti Wuss' happenin' nigg uhh, s'murda, uhh, s'murda, uhh, s'murda, uhh This ain't fuckin' wit ya *fff* yeah *sss* yeeeah *sss* yeeeah |
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from Ja Rule - Rule 3:36 / Explicit Version (2000)
Artist/Band: ja rule
title: put it on me Ja Rule: where would i be without my babayy? the thought alone might break meee... and i don't wanna go crazy. but every thug needs a ladaay. girl it feel like you and i been born together, inseparable, get your chain on for pleasure. for that, you'll forever be part of me.. my body and soul. ain't no "I didn't win." BABBAYY. when you cry who wipes your tears? when you scared who's tellin you there's nothin to fear? girl i'll always be there. when you need a shoulder to lean on, never hesitate. know when you can call on.. it's on me, and vise-versa. that's why i be the first ta see Jacob, frost your wrists up. now ya owe meh. i know your tired of being lonely.. so baby girl put it on meh. *chorus* (2x) where would i be without you? (uhh) i only think about you. (yeah) i know your tired of being lonely.. (lonely) so baby girl put it on me. (put it on me) Vita: YO, and i appreciate the rocks and gifts that you cock me baby. And that house on the hill when you drop like 80. On the downpayment, thinking "damn ain't life gravey." and ever since for my hunnie i've been twice the lady. what would i do without the nites that you kept me warm? when this cold world had a whirl caught in a storm. and i accept who you wit when you caught in your wrong. and respect when you flip cuz our love is strong. and when you hit the block, i watch the tin fall. and when my popps was asleep.. snuck in the back door. babyboy, we been down since jr. high. so when life get hot in july, it's the world against you and i. be ballin, tied together and never part from the heart.. knew that it would last forever. when you told mehh you would never leave me lonellyy so babyboy put on me. *chorus* Ja Rule: since sweet bananas, it's been you and i. a tear for a tear, an eye for an eye. and you know that my heart gone cry, if you leave me.. lonely. cuz you not just my love.. you my homie. who's gonna console me? MY LOVE. I'm outta control.. hold me MY LOVE CUZ I'M YOURS. and i don't wanna do nothing to hurt my babygirl. if this was our world, it'd be all yours babbayy. the thought alone might break mehh. and i don't wanna go crazzayy.. cuz every thug needs a ladayy YAY-YEAHHH.. AH. feelin you babygirl, them eyes ain't lyin. wash away all the tears. there'll be no more cryin BABAAY. and you complete meeh.. and i would die if you ain't with mehh.. so babygirl put it on mehh. *chorus* (4x) |
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from Ja Rule - Rule 3:36 / Explicit Version (2000)
2. Watching Me
{Ja Rule} Yea Rule Are you a figment of my imagination? Or am I one of yours? Believe me baby, an hear me, fear me, feel me That's why they all wanna kill me dead True in the head but nigga not As soon as I get the drop I pull up the pop of the test It's outta the prairie Bitches style juice running through my head How many wanna die nigga? my concept It's irrational My thinking now I'm erratic like Mike W's whose falling down I'm losin sight now I can hardly see And smoking all this fucking weed I can barely breathe I'm like tell a bitch bleed Squeeze on D Run up in the deli wrung up on D Are ya watching me? They be watching, niggas they be watching, keep watching Keep watching me Now don't look down Are ya watching me? They be watching, Bitches they be watching, keep watching Keep watching me Now don't look down Whose watching me? C'mon watch as I creep through your block in the hard top drop with my bead on knock cause cops i ain't standing and gangstas know catching before hanging And my dogs keep banging cause ain't shit changing And hustlers ya'll keep slanging We stuck in the game wit not a lot to gain but everything to lose but we soldiers that front-line In days to rule We do homicide drive-by's Cock and spray If you the last man standing You about to lay 6 feet underground Watch me now Stop me how? Ya'll niggaz trying to cop my style I spit nothing but hot ones and pop guns make it hard for niggaz to function Who want some of the Rule baby? (None of ya'll) I'm legally considered crazy But if that's the way that God made me This world can't change me And that's the way it'll be Caught in the dark Until the light shines on me I'm a slave to this game But I'm break free So keep watchin me |
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from The Fast And The Furious (분노의 질주) by Brian Tyler [ost] (2001)
Yo
Rule nigga Ja Rule, O1 Yeah It's our world, please believe Niggas ain't real, please believe It's murda, please believe I-N-C niggas what's fucking with me? R-U-L-E love me or hate me baby Refer to 3:36 baby That's the rule please niggas don't get it confused See this game that we playing, y'all playing to lose Who's next that wanna ride (who) Spitting (who) how I do niggas (who?) knowin they wanna ride (who) Rule baby, I've been really outta control lately If you relating let me hear ya say yea-yaay yea-yaay Y'all feeling my pain? I've been running wild time and again Y'all swerve in my lane, I'll pull up and start popping ya brain Fuck knowin' these broads names, extravengant champagne Y'all niggas is lame, my niggas ain't sane Who you fuckin' with? *Ya'll niggas wanna dead (who) Then wanna ride (who?) Ya'll know the niggas who steady screaming (fuck you) It's murda murda, you know it's murda murda We scream it, we yell it, we living murda murda murda Ya'll ain't feelin (who) Ya'll don't like (who) Ya'll know the niggas that be steady screaming (fuck you) It's murda murda, you know it's murda murda We live it, we breathe it, we screaming murda murda murda Murder Inc is my blood We go through the pain together by any means Popping it hot at whoever or so it seems Niggas that getting hot not this hot nigga very hot See it in your eyes niggas ready to die But as long as I'm alive I'm putting this on my life For niggas that ain't right they get it upon sight If ya know me then you know we pop away Cock and pop again baby, men will be men I spit off 10 fuck it give 'em the 16 Like my guns dirty and hands clean Loose bitches in tight jeans Old money and crack fiends was a fetish Before Guliani got into office and deaded shit Fuck it I'm living my life on the edge Got one in the head plus a nigga's fed 'nuff said I'm gonna behead niggas that don't believe this Rule baby, 3:36 * Repeat We are the world's most dangerous niggas alive All of my niggas bang with us and let's ride Muthafuckas will war but not many survive Cuz 50 shots tearing through the side of ya ride Cuz we are (murderers) Muthafucka you heard player (murderers) Popping collars in air Popping shots through ya rearview Bullets, they tear through Got niggas wondering like "What the fuck did I do?" So niggas wanna go and get they man cuz they can't do this shit Because they ain't got no heart for this, bust a gun and body shit Niggas like you probably snitch, do a nigga then get rich Niggas like you always fit 6 feet deep inside a ditch There ain't nothing fucking with this ya know why? Nigga I just came into the game ready to die Ready to hold heat, drive-by with Rule Popping shots through the sun roof screaming "fuck you" * Repeat |
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from The Fast And The Furious (분노의 질주) by Brian Tyler [ost] (2001)
Where would I be / Without you baby
So if you need me / If you want me to put it on you Because I love you/ And don't you forget it Whenever you need me/If you want me to put it on you, come on/Oh, oh, oh (Uh, uh) And darling where would I be? (Yeah, yeah Ja Rule uh uh uh) Whoa, whoa, oh (Where would I be without you) Baby without you Where would I be without my baby (baby) / The thought alone might break me (ooh) And I don't wanna go crazy / But every thug needs a lady / (Yeah, yeah) Girl it feel like you and I been mourning together Inseparable, we chose pain over pleasure For that you'll forever be a, part of me Mind body and soul ain't no I in we BABY (No, no) / When you cry who wipes your tears (you) When you scared, who's telling you there's nothin to fear (you) Girl I'll always be there When you need a shoulder to lean on Never hesitate knowing you can call on, your soul-mate And vice versa, that's why I be the first to See Jacob's and frost your wrist up Now you owe me, I know you're tired of being lonely So baby girl put it on me Where would I be without you / (Where would I be without you) I only think about you / (If what you're saying is true) I know you're tired or being lonely/ (I need someone to hold me) So baby girl put it on me / (I will, I will, I will) Where would I be without you / (Where would I be without you) I only think about you / (If what you're saying is true) I know you're tired or being lonely / (I need you to hold me) So baby girl put it on me / (Whoa, whoa) Yo, and I appreciate the rocks and gifts that you cop me baby (ooh) And that house on the hill when you drop like 80 (yeah) On a down payment thinking damn ain't life gravy And ever since for my honey I been twice the lady (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) What would I do without the nights that you kept me warm When this cold world had a girl caught in a storm (What would I do?) And I accept when you riff when you caught in the wrong And respect when you flip, 'cause our love is strong And when you hit the block, I watch for 10-4 And when my pops asleep you snuck in the backdoor (oh) Baby boy we been down since junior high So when life get hot in july it's the world against you and I We ballin', tied together and never (hmm) Heart from the heart, knew that it would last forever (hmm) When you told me, you would never leave me lonely (lonely) So baby boy put it on me Where would I be without you / (Where would I be without you) I only think about you / (If what you're saying is true) I know you're tired or being lonely / (I need someone to hold me) So baby girl put it on me / (I will, I will, I will) Where would I be without you / (Where would I be without you) I only think about you / (If what you're saying is true) I know you're tired or being lonely / (I need you to hold me) So baby girl put it on me / (Whoa, whoa) Since we met it's been you and I / A tear for a tear, baby eye for an eye And you know that my heart gon cry / If you leave me lonely Cuz you not just my love you my homie / Who's gonna console me, my love I'm outta control hold me, my love / Cause I'm yours And I don't wanna do nothin to hurt my baby girl If this was our world it'd be all yours, baby The thought alone might break me And I don't wanna go crazy Cause every thug needs a lady (yeah, yeah) I feel you baby cause them eyes ain't lying Wash away all the tears there be no more crying And you complete me, and I would die if you ain't wit me So baby girl put it on me |
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from The Fast And The Furious (분노의 질주) by Brian Tyler [ost] (2001)
Play that fucking track!! [2X] / Oh there it is
Limp Bizkit, DMX, Redman, Method Man / That's right y'all We just keep on rollin baby / Are you ready...[3X] *Move in now move out! / Hands up, now hands down! Back up! Back up! / Tell me what you gonna do now! Breathe in, now breathe out! / Hands up, now hands down! Back up! Back up! Tell me what you gonna do now! [C'mon!] Keep rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin [Uh!] / Keep rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin [What!] Keep rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin [Uh!] / Keep rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin Now I know y'all be lovin this shit right here L I M P Bizkit is right here People in the house put them hands in the air Cuz if you don't care, than we don't care See I, aint givin a fuck, quit pressin your luck Untouchable, branded unfuckable So keep me in this tape, until you run that mouth Then I'ma hafta play, and break the fuck out And then we'll see you slept after one round wit X And what am I bringin next, just know it's Red and Meth So where the fuck you at punk, shut the fuck up And back the fuck up, while we fuck this track up Are you ready...[3x] * Repeat Oh what, y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me? Check my, dangerous slang atrocious When I let these nuts hang, focus, it's Wu Tang What the fuck's a Hootie and the Blowfish I wave my black flag at the roaches Who approaches, these twin, supersoakers Who have poisonous darts for culprits Too late to get your blow gun un-holstered You're left buttered up and lightly toasted So what, I drink and smoke too much So what I cuss too much, *shut the fuck up!* Yo, yo, now when we roll / You motherfuckers tuck in your gold Cuz for the platinum, I'm jackin niggas up in limos It aint nothin, for bullets to unbutton your clothes Description, yellow male, tissue up in his nose You bitches, swing the vine on the bathroom nuts I'm hairy as hell, outta hell and tattoed up I'm a dog only fuck in the bathroom, what In high school, I dealt only with the classroom sluts My name is, Johnny, Donnie, Brasco / Tuck the gat low, cut your cash flow Yell if you want money, funny / A hungry dummy snatch crumbs from me Doc and Hot Niks, bodies in the mosh pit Yo, and I'm the D.O., you lookin at the raw invented On Friday, I spit 35 to 40 minutes Smell up, the bathroom like Craig Paul was in it Endin up, on your back, Wu swords up in it Anyone can match me I crack 'em all to Guinness Fuck how many thugs, players, and ballers in it Brick City, Shaolin, better call us sinners Boys that'll run up in your wife, maul and spill it PPPPPPP P- P- POW! [AAAAAAAAAHH!] Yo we said c'mon!! * Repeat |
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from Exit Wounds (엑시트 운즈) [ost] (2001)
(feat. Ja Rule)
(Ja Rule) Fuck that, let's do it man, fuck that Cock back on these niggas man Fuck is wrong with these niggas The fuck is wrong with y'all niggas (Black Child & Ja Rule) Yo, yo New York City, this crime capital It's right now, shit When niggas'll blast when we have to We'll match you nigga, a million or more Let's throw the trunk with roar, uncut, let's go on world tour In Maine, we was cookin up cocaine Cash was coming fast, missed the midnight train Fuck it, let's push the 600 down to Georgia Got a good lawyer, and enough guns for you Atlanta, GA, was like a holiday In VA, getting high, fucking all day The pressure was strenuous down in Texas Bubble Lexus into mako, made my exit Got on some next shit, feds get hetic in Arizona Blew up a sport town, kinda looked like Corona We sellin 3-5-7's with speed loaders In Minnesota, in South and North Dakota Nigga let's make these moves to Iowa In the Acura TL, with a hundred thou' for bail, for real From there we take it to Chi-Town, Al Capone style Dutches, white owls, moheads, crystal Pistols get packed in Pennsylvania Started a drug ring with liquid crack in containers Ja they gettin high yo, in Ohio I know yeah-yo go like indo in Idaho Let's hit the casino in Nevada Las Vegas, pull a heist that'll make the news and newspapers Then flee to Florida with Gloria from Istoria In a Ford Explorer and her cousin Nora Who work for me, put that extra key in her pussy We let her push the 850 to Mississippi Missouri, Montana, Wyoming, we zoning Nebraska got em open, illegal transporting Wisconsin, Colorado, Utah, Oregon Let's wash in Washington and start this motherfuckin war again It's on again in Boston, better get the fortune And start forcing extortion for your portion Cock back the porcelain make Michigan the murder state From Wisconsin to Compton, regulate every state North Carolina, South Carolina, doing drive-by's the black Pathfinders That's the reminder for niggas who don't remember shit All the dirt we did in Denver to get my niggas out the slammer In Alabama, lock down Louisiana, enter Indiana On some Oklahoma bombing shit, Tony Montana shit With predicates from Kansas to Connecticut They worthy, like car thieves in Jersey You lucky we let a nigga live in Kentucky Fired two guys for two pies, and ported rocks lovely Like my chocha Maryland always carrying Slangin raw for Marcus on the New Hamp shore Fuck the law, we doin sticks down in Vermont With the bullshit galore, with the broad in the front Nigga please, I just bought wifey the 430 Now we sip Henessy in Tennessee and drive dirty Headed to Hawaii getting high off Hawaiian We heavy with the iron, first nigga move is dying motherfucker Yo, yo Nigga we go state to state Nigga that's what's up Rule and Black baby, we get it done Come on, we go state to state Nigga that's what's up Rule and Black baby, we get it done Come on |
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from Ja Rule - Pain Is Love (2001)
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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from Ja Rule - Pain Is Love (2001)
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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from Ja Rule - Pain Is Love (2001)
I'm rich, I'm rich, I'm filthy f**kin rich!
Mothaf**ka...thank you! mothaf**ka, no thank me! Big mothaf**kin 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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from Ja Rule - Pain Is Love (2001)
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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from Ja Rule - Pain Is Love (2001)
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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from Ja Rule - Pain Is Love (2001)
[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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from Ja Rule - Pain Is Love (2001)
(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 *(Tired of bein alone) Yeah, yeah (Sick of arguin on the phone) Yeah, yeah (Are you tellin all your friends) Yeah, yeah (That your nigga don't understand) My love **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 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 Now they been lookin at me, smilin at me, laughin like we wasn't happy But not knowin that we're 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 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 **Repeat |
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from Ja Rule - Pain Is Love (2001)
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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from Ja Rule - Pain Is Love (2001)
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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from Ja Rule - Pain Is Love (2001)
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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from Ja Rule - Pain Is Love (2001)
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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from Ja Rule - Pain Is Love (2001)
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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from Ja Rule - Pain Is Love (2001)
*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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from Ja Rule - Pain Is Love (2001)
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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from Ja Rule - Pain Is Love (2001)
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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from Ja Rule - Pain Is Love (2001)
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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from Ja Rule - Pain Is Love (2001)
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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from Ja Rule - Pain Is Love (2001)
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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from Ja Rule - Pain Is Love (2001)
[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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from Ali G Indahouse (못말리는 알리) by Adam F [ost] (2002)
Artist/Band: ja rule
title: put it on me Ja Rule: where would i be without my babayy? the thought alone might break meee... and i don't wanna go crazy. but every thug needs a ladaay. girl it feel like you and i been born together, inseparable, get your chain on for pleasure. for that, you'll forever be part of me.. my body and soul. ain't no "I didn't win." BABBAYY. when you cry who wipes your tears? when you scared who's tellin you there's nothin to fear? girl i'll always be there. when you need a shoulder to lean on, never hesitate. know when you can call on.. it's on me, and vise-versa. that's why i be the first ta see Jacob, frost your wrists up. now ya owe meh. i know your tired of being lonely.. so baby girl put it on meh. *chorus* (2x) where would i be without you? (uhh) i only think about you. (yeah) i know your tired of being lonely.. (lonely) so baby girl put it on me. (put it on me) Vita: YO, and i appreciate the rocks and gifts that you cock me baby. And that house on the hill when you drop like 80. On the downpayment, thinking "damn ain't life gravey." and ever since for my hunnie i've been twice the lady. what would i do without the nites that you kept me warm? when this cold world had a whirl caught in a storm. and i accept who you wit when you caught in your wrong. and respect when you flip cuz our love is strong. and when you hit the block, i watch the tin fall. and when my popps was asleep.. snuck in the back door. babyboy, we been down since jr. high. so when life get hot in july, it's the world against you and i. be ballin, tied together and never part from the heart.. knew that it would last forever. when you told mehh you would never leave me lonellyy so babyboy put on me. *chorus* Ja Rule: since sweet bananas, it's been you and i. a tear for a tear, an eye for an eye. and you know that my heart gone cry, if you leave me.. lonely. cuz you not just my love.. you my homie. who's gonna console me? MY LOVE. I'm outta control.. hold me MY LOVE CUZ I'M YOURS. and i don't wanna do nothing to hurt my babygirl. if this was our world, it'd be all yours babbayy. the thought alone might break mehh. and i don't wanna go crazzayy.. cuz every thug needs a ladayy YAY-YEAHHH.. AH. feelin you babygirl, them eyes ain't lyin. wash away all the tears. there'll be no more cryin BABAAY. and you complete meeh.. and i would die if you ain't with mehh.. so babygirl put it on mehh. *chorus* (4x) |
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from Jennifer Lopez - J To Tha L-O! The Remixes [Explicit Version] (2002)
Estoy
Loca Enamorada De ti It seemed to be like the perfect thing for you and me It's so ironic you're what I had pictured you to be But there are facts in our lives We can never change Just tell me that you understand and feel the same This perfect romance that I've created in my mind I'd live a thousand lives Each one with you right by my side But yet we find ourselves in a less than perfect circumstance And so it seems like we'll never have the chance Ain't it funny how some feelings you just can't deny And you can't move on even though you try Ain't it strange when you're feeling things you shouldn't feel Oh, I wish this could be real Ain't it funny how a moment could just change your life And you don't wanna face what's wrong or right Ain't it strange how fate can play a part In the story of your heart Sometimes I think that a true love can never be I just believe that somehow it wasn't meant for me Life can be cruel in a way that I can't explain And I don't think that I could face it all again I barely know you but somehow I know what you're about A deeper love I've found in you And I no longer doubt You've touched my heart and it altered every plan I've made And now I feel that I don't have to be afraid Ain't it funny how some feelings you just can't deny And you can't move on even though you try Ain't it strange when you're feeling things you shouldn't feel Oh, I wish this could be real Ain't it funny how a moment could just change your life And you don't wanna face what's wrong or right Ain't it strange how fate can play a part In the story of your heart I locked away my heart But you just set it free Emotions I felt Held me back from what my life should be I pushed you far away And yet you stayed with me I guess this means That you and me were meant to be |
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from Jennifer Lopez - J To Tha L-O! The Remixes [Explicit Version] (2002)
"I'm Real (Remix)"
(feat. Ja Rule) [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 hovers 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 comfort me My only problem is Their insecurity [1] - [Jennifer Lopez (Ja Rule)] (Tired of bein' alone) Yeah, yeah (Sick of 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 Now they've been 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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from Ja Rule - Always On Time [single] (2002)
Always On Time
(Ashanti) [Ja talking] OH YEAH I'm not always there when you call [Buckshots, hah], but I'm always on time Gave you my all ....baby be mine Always there when you call, always on time Gave you my all ....baby (Chorus - Ashanti) x2 Baby, I'm not always there when you call, but I'm always on time And I gave you my all, now baby be mine I'm not always there when you call, but I'm always on time And I gave you my all, now baby be mine (Ja Rule) C'mon and get a piece of this late-night lover You know, the one that swing dick like no other (shit) I know, I got a lot of things I need to explain But baby you know the game 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 Gucci shades Hold down on the bed while I'm yankin your braids Thug style, you never thought I'd make you smile While I'm smackin your ass and fuckin you all wild [With Ashanti] But we share, somethin so rare, but who cares, you care (Chorus) x2 (Ja Rule) Girl, get a grip, c'mon, pull it together It's only a sunshower, we been through worse weather Like the stormy nights you wrote a "Dear Ja" letter And took my Benz and keyed and cut the leather Bitch, you know better, we live M-O-B Money Over Bitches, Murder, I-N-C I got two or three hoes for every V And I keep 'em drugged up off that ecstasy I'm a playground legend like Kirk with Pee-wee Name a nigga in the league got more game than me I play hard, there's so many women I fathered Meet 'em with scars and send 'em home hot and bothered Truth or dare, this life ain't apparantly fair And a love with no glare is a crystal stare But we share [with Ashanti] somethin so rare, but who cares, you care (Chorus) x2 (Ja Rule) Oh I'm, feelin like ya livin a, double life 'Cause you don't be comin home, sometimes Baby, but you're always, on time, checkin for one time You and I, got a special bond together We go back like bombers boo, in the coldest weather And when I play you play the same way you freak me baby I fuck you crazy Then I'm gone Baby don't really want me to get up and leave off that easy She'll be wakin up wet for sheezy Remind these bitches to mind they business Believe me, this pimp game is very religious And I'm built like the Don Bishop Gon' keep this money-green Benz and my hoes as my witness The life we share is a thug affair [With Ashanti] But who cares, you care (Chorus) x2 (Ashanti) Always there when you call.........I'm always on time Gave you my all... baby be mine always there when you call, I'm always on time Gave you my all, baby, be mine * Here at W-I and Z we play nuthin but da hits...nuthin but da hits... nuthin but da motha fuckin hits...* |
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from Ja Rule - Always On Time [single] (2002)
Always On Time
(Ashanti) [Ja talking] OH YEAH I'm not always there when you call [Buckshots, hah], but I'm always on time Gave you my all ....baby be mine Always there when you call, always on time Gave you my all ....baby (Chorus - Ashanti) x2 Baby, I'm not always there when you call, but I'm always on time And I gave you my all, now baby be mine I'm not always there when you call, but I'm always on time And I gave you my all, now baby be mine (Ja Rule) C'mon and get a piece of this late-night lover You know, the one that swing dick like no other (shit) I know, I got a lot of things I need to explain But baby you know the game 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 Gucci shades Hold down on the bed while I'm yankin your braids Thug style, you never thought I'd make you smile While I'm smackin your ass and fuckin you all wild [With Ashanti] But we share, somethin so rare, but who cares, you care (Chorus) x2 (Ja Rule) Girl, get a grip, c'mon, pull it together It's only a sunshower, we been through worse weather Like the stormy nights you wrote a "Dear Ja" letter And took my Benz and keyed and cut the leather Bitch, you know better, we live M-O-B Money Over Bitches, Murder, I-N-C I got two or three hoes for every V And I keep 'em drugged up off that ecstasy I'm a playground legend like Kirk with Pee-wee Name a nigga in the league got more game than me I play hard, there's so many women I fathered Meet 'em with scars and send 'em home hot and bothered Truth or dare, this life ain't apparantly fair And a love with no glare is a crystal stare But we share [with Ashanti] somethin so rare, but who cares, you care (Chorus) x2 (Ja Rule) Oh I'm, feelin like ya livin a, double life 'Cause you don't be comin home, sometimes Baby, but you're always, on time, checkin for one time You and I, got a special bond together We go back like bombers boo, in the coldest weather And when I play you play the same way you freak me baby I fuck you crazy Then I'm gone Baby don't really want me to get up and leave off that easy She'll be wakin up wet for sheezy Remind these bitches to mind they business Believe me, this pimp game is very religious And I'm built like the Don Bishop Gon' keep this money-green Benz and my hoes as my witness The life we share is a thug affair [With Ashanti] But who cares, you care (Chorus) x2 (Ashanti) Always there when you call.........I'm always on time Gave you my all... baby be mine always there when you call, I'm always on time Gave you my all, baby, be mine * Here at W-I and Z we play nuthin but da hits...nuthin but da hits... nuthin but da motha fuckin hits...* |
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from Ja Rule - Always On Time [single] (2002)
Always On Time
(Ashanti) [Ja talking] OH YEAH I'm not always there when you call [Buckshots, hah], but I'm always on time Gave you my all ....baby be mine Always there when you call, always on time Gave you my all ....baby (Chorus - Ashanti) x2 Baby, I'm not always there when you call, but I'm always on time And I gave you my all, now baby be mine I'm not always there when you call, but I'm always on time And I gave you my all, now baby be mine (Ja Rule) C'mon and get a piece of this late-night lover You know, the one that swing dick like no other (shit) I know, I got a lot of things I need to explain But baby you know the game 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 Gucci shades Hold down on the bed while I'm yankin your braids Thug style, you never thought I'd make you smile While I'm smackin your ass and fuckin you all wild [With Ashanti] But we share, somethin so rare, but who cares, you care (Chorus) x2 (Ja Rule) Girl, get a grip, c'mon, pull it together It's only a sunshower, we been through worse weather Like the stormy nights you wrote a "Dear Ja" letter And took my Benz and keyed and cut the leather Bitch, you know better, we live M-O-B Money Over Bitches, Murder, I-N-C I got two or three hoes for every V And I keep 'em drugged up off that ecstasy I'm a playground legend like Kirk with Pee-wee Name a nigga in the league got more game than me I play hard, there's so many women I fathered Meet 'em with scars and send 'em home hot and bothered Truth or dare, this life ain't apparantly fair And a love with no glare is a crystal stare But we share [with Ashanti] somethin so rare, but who cares, you care (Chorus) x2 (Ja Rule) Oh I'm, feelin like ya livin a, double life 'Cause you don't be comin home, sometimes Baby, but you're always, on time, checkin for one time You and I, got a special bond together We go back like bombers boo, in the coldest weather And when I play you play the same way you freak me baby I fuck you crazy Then I'm gone Baby don't really want me to get up and leave off that easy She'll be wakin up wet for sheezy Remind these bitches to mind they business Believe me, this pimp game is very religious And I'm built like the Don Bishop Gon' keep this money-green Benz and my hoes as my witness The life we share is a thug affair [With Ashanti] But who cares, you care (Chorus) x2 (Ashanti) Always there when you call.........I'm always on time Gave you my all... baby be mine always there when you call, I'm always on time Gave you my all, baby, be mine * Here at W-I and Z we play nuthin but da hits...nuthin but da hits... nuthin but da motha fuckin hits...* |
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from Irv Gotti - Irv Gotti Presents...The Remixes (2002)
Heh yeah
Rule baby, heh Mary J. Blige Murda INC Smile... [Mary] It′s just those rainy days Spend a lifetime tryin to wash away Until the sun come out and shines again Smile for me, smile for me [Ja] All of those rainy days Spend ya lifetime tryin to wash away Until the sun shines and I see your face Smile at me, smile at me [Mary] We were always livin so crazy and sexy and cool And we began to love it (began to love it) Watchin all of the heartache and pain of the world And thinkin nothin of it (thinkin nothin of it) And baby I got love for you And I know that you got me, baby But everytime the sun shines bright It gets so cloudy It′s just those rainy days Spend a lifetime tryin to wash away Until the sun come out and shines again Smile for me, smile for me [Ja] All of those rainy days Spend ya lifetime tryin to wash away Until the sun shines and I see your face Smile at me, smile at me [Mary] Nobody loves the rain [Ja] Can′t stand it We know we′ve seen it before [Mary] Baby, handle it Baby, what did we tell ya before About chasin those waterfalls [Both] Yeah... [Mary] Nobody loves the rain [Ja] Can′t stand it We know we′ve seen it before [Mary] Baby, handle it Baby, what did we tell ya before About chasin those waterfalls [Both] Yeah... [Ja] Yea baby Sometimes the Rule don′t mind the rain It kinda feels like I′m drownin in the Lords pain Until the sun comes out and shines again Smile, and give me reason to keep believin That everything ain′t misleadin And I, kiss the clouds on them rainy days And, smile for you when ya skys are gray Babe, cuz I′m a tear drop away from cryin And a few shots away from dyin Dear Lord, would you shower my pain Let it rain, let it rain on me While I cherish the air I breathe I′m an angel, that can′t soar, can′t fly And I, mastered it Lord knows why [Mary] It′s just those rainy days Spend a lifetime tryin to wash away Until the sun come out and shines again Smile for me, smile for me [Ja] All of those rainy days Spend ya lifetime tryin to wash away Until the sun shines and I see your face Smile at me, smile at me [Mary] I feel like an angel With my broken wings So I can soar again Lord let me in Baby through all the passion the pain and the hurt I feel like I′m fallin, yeah Makin clothes for all of those that Spread love And for those who can′t take it Stand up Baby, we gonna make it In the words of Marvin Gaye War is not the answer Cuz nobody loves the rain [Ja] Can′t stand it We know we′ve seen it before [Mary] Baby, handle it Baby, what did we tell ya before About chasin those waterfalls [Both] Yeah... [Mary] Nobody loves the rain [Ja] Can′t stand it We know we′ve seen it before [Mary] Baby, handle it Baby, what did we tell ya before About chasin those waterfalls [Both] Yeah... [Mary] It′s just those rainy days Spend a lifetime tryin to wash away Until the sun come out and shines again Smile for me, smile for me [Ja] All of those rainy days Spend ya lifetime tryin to wash away Until the sun shines and I see your face Smile at me, smile at me [Mary] Smile, smile, smile, smile, smile, smile, smile, smile, smile Til the sun shines Just smile for me Just smile for me, just smile at me Know in your heart, that we are free Free to believe, whatever we feel So feel somethin real, baby Hey-ey |
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from Ja Rule - The Last Temptation (2002)
Woooooo
Murder Inc Motherfucker *We world wide connected, and ya'll don't want to fuck with us In the streets we respected, so ya'll don't want to fuck wit us World wide connected nigga, ya'll don't want to fuck wit us We gangster ass niggaz and we hard to hit Murder Inc in the role who could fuck wit this It ain't no verse mother fuckers who fake east thugs Its murder Inc In the role nigga throw up your dub They show us love in the club real niggaz bossed up man We heavily intoxicated so toss it up Attacks your mind and your conscience Written to enhance this verbally thugs grammar I'm bout to touch the roof wit it Extraordinary and I was never ordinary in cemetery bisit my thugs in mortuaries End all most reality young name and 'Pac I'm a keep my heat tucked until my soul goes pop I hear a lot of niggaz rapping But there ain't that many rappers out there scraping and keep it cracking We keep it happening I'm a million out the gate No scratch that 8 from cd's to tapes we rock like earthquakes I'm Eastwood catch me dipping a Fleetwood like a g should Young Eastwood is so damn good * Repeat Nigga think that I is raw spit Murder Inc in the role, we all sick So niggaz Involved get mauled quick as a dog and the raw gets you involved And I'm a draw quick, nigga awwww shit Punks talking lick I haul off quick Wit a sawed off kick It's like they fall off cliffs Y'all call it off before all y'all get stoned like you're fallen off in a raw mosh pit Get tossed in a ditch your coffin is sick While I floss in the awesomest whips and I toss in your chicks Your caution when your calling your six Cause your talk can get you crossed and lost in the mix I'm a pause in the bitch bossed in the pits Burn I serve niggaz stay off at ya clique Spend off with ya grip my land of gangreen You have the doctors taking your leg off of your hip Motherfucker! * Repeat All y'all niggaz need to get off my dick I spit it how I live it plus the flows real sick I got killers ranged from Compton to Cleveland World wide connected any type niggaz there's no breathing Give me the reason I put a halo throw your mental And give your the Holy Spirit and see you to gods temple I'm the avenging angle and earth be thy claim And Ja be thy name, I know your all praying For the day of my diminishing, Why don't somebody finish them off and put it right through his cross The X is the 50 ya'll got to be kidding me These niggaz is my sons I raised them from young Curtis and little Earl should of been little girls Cause they bitch made and they act like one of my itchbays Touche! The Rule is more than ready Gun heavy and world wide connected (feel me) * Repeat |
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from Ja Rule - The Last Temptation (2002)
yeah. yo yo yo YO
holla last temptation comin' through now niggas its a problem (its a problem) always has been (hahha) yo buck turn me up a lil bit in my motherfuckin headphones ya shit. comeon, and let these niggas know (let 'em know) Motherfuckers you want war wit the god come on, ya'll know betta i put holes in ya leatha reknit 'cha sweata and i bet the floors wetta than ocean front property betta come at me properly niggas betta on popin' me but i believe ya'll scared to clap from hammers and the fact that im unpredictable gives me the advantage what the fuck? am i speakin spanish? niggas have i got ta tell ya'll in detail how we murder niggas hand in yo business the Inc. is religous murder is the sacrafice we throwin' ems niggas that means murder for life and im die fo that red and black the house wit the cheddah stack and the smiles on my kids faces what to replace this this little nigga here ta come with grips with death and taste it my airs thick and filled with hatered suprsised at the look in my eyes? well dont be im just followin the footsteps of the Lord done paved me if i go crazy its the same ima blame it on the world for what i became cuz they gave me all the fame and the money name the million icon so the world can catch a nigga wit his lights on thats the pros and cons ya never quite free but just give me a lil room so i can breathe and my pain goin be the death for me but to be loved is my destiny my black people yeah. we out. holla! |
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from Ja Rule - The Last Temptation (2002)
Yeah. Yo yo yo yo.
Holla. Last Temptation. Coming through now niggas. Its a problem. It's a problem. Always has been. (Ja laughing). Yo Buck turn me up a lil bit in my mother fuckin head phones and shit. Cmon Let these niggas know. They don't know. Mother fuckers ya'll want war with the God. Cmon ya'll know better. I'll put holes in your leather reknit your sweater and I'll bet the flows wetter on ocean front property. Better come at me properly, niggas better up off of me. But I believe I'm scared to clap hammers and the fact that I'm unpredictable gives me the advantage. What the fuck am I speaking spanish niggas when I got to tell ya'll in detail how we murder niggas. Handle your business. The Inc is religious. Murders the sacrifce. We throwin M's niggas that means murder for life. And I'm die for that red and black. That house with the chedda stack and the smiles from my kids faces. What could replace this? This lil nigga here that come to grip with death can taste it. My airs thick and filled with hatred. Surprised at the look in my eyes, well don't be I'm just following the foots of the lord that made me. If I go crazy the same, Imma blame it on the world for what I became cuz they gave me all the fame and the money man. Made me an icon, so the world could catch a nigga with his lights on. Thats the pros and cons. You're never quite free. But just give me a lil room so I can breath. And my pain gonna be the death for me. But took me long is my destiny, my black people. (Ja laughs) Yeah. We out. Holla. |
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from Ja Rule - The Last Temptation (2002)
Extra extra. Extra extra. Hear all about it.
Ja Rule has just been elected president of the United Ghettos of Emerica. And this is what he has to say at press time. At press time this is what Ja Rule had to say. Emerica. My peoples. *Welcome to Emerica baby. Cuz I didn't think this world would do what its doing to me. Welcome to Emerica baby. Cuz I didn't think this world would do what its done to me. * Repeat Niggas if I could pledge my alligence to the united ghettos of emerica. I wanna tell you bro to cut the taxes for strippers and thgs. Its all good. Rule for mayor in all hoods and as well I should. I may just be pubically misunderstood when they caught me getting high in the back of the old jail. Was you freaking them hoes well. I could say I was getting a lil head but so what Bill and Hilary stayed good and still. Thats a down ass btich for ya. Whats up with some soap and water and return them dirty drawers to their rightful owner. Now thats creep shit 101 I got this broad on the 101. She bobbing ? is she conscious, no nonsense she like to tickle the dick on the low only constant. Can you tell me it was a church girl, protestant. Its alright ma you rolling with the Inc. * Repeat (x2) Yeah I'm here. Can you tell me more niggas living, living ? in Emerica. I'm never gon gail nigga. I'm telling ya. Young life's a competitor into the real my niggas heading up hill. I'm letting you know thats shits real. I came into the game copped a deal, aiming to get this shit still It aint been a minute I aint been hiding it. Handle my business, high when I'm fucking you bitches right yeah you witnessing my life. ? my night and the ghetto holding my medal tight. Still in Emerica, the military is ? a nigga hoes better oved will never be available that easy. I'm heada the rest and up with the best in the minds of the bitches that stress given them hard sex. Regardless I'm set for life, enlighten hoes to write and hit the mic, not over night you get the gift to be the best for something. Life end up in Emerica. Young Life is coming home, mother fuckers prepared enuff. * Repeat (x2) Now end up at crack houses, hustlers and hoes, lil younguns up on the corner nigga smoking that bowl. Around the way when I's coming up wasn't no peers thats why they find your ass slow in the beers, but still I got that paper jo' blowing my weed and then that ? motherfucker got it from me. But nowadays these yougnuns rolling on E and the nigga that supplying thats' who running the streets. Now look this ain't no crack thing. I gots to come up on the stash and get back man. Cuz I'mma witness on the street, they say them hoes do fucking with X like she fucking a hot clock wtach you swallow my check. Its real. A real nigga want his dick sucked. Bitches why bitches turn every hoe into a ? trick. Its pimp shit. No limp lick just a gansta fuck. Why the murderers will make you bust. * Repeat (x2) |
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from Ja Rule - The Last Temptation (2002)
Hey yo buck.
Start the mother fuckin track. Let these niggas know I ain't got to spit shit at these clowns. These fuckin chumps. Word to mother. Right now I'm bout to go head and continue to make my mother fuckin hits and shit and do what I do you know. That mother fuckin platinum sound. That Murder Inc. sound. What up Gotti. |
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from Ja Rule - The Last Temptation (2002)
Yeah, yeah, heh
You feel that Can you feel that Yall cant feel that, heh, yeah We gonna do it like this Real old school, shit Take them back to the parks and shit Do it like, we used to do it, you know DJ Irv days, and shit *Lets all get high, get out, feel free tonight Temptations, is tempting To have the time of your life Lets all get high, get out, feel free tonight Temptations, is tempting To have the time of your life Come on y'all, tonight somebody sho nuff Gon' tear the club the fuck up as soon as I hit the scene All eyes on us, mean, and so vicious A good nigga, bad intentions Not to mention, them 12 engine benzes with fish lenses We park right out front To handle our business The broads on the way in Showin a little attention Like, i fucked before but aint never call Thats life you either love to live it Or just live it, i live it to the limit Champaigne finish gangsta Image, platinum shades swingin Then i do that 2 step that niggaz do We dont really dance We just rub the dick on the ass And fill the glass with nothin but ?? And if they pop it gettin the poppin with me Get my niggaz tonight baby, lets partaay! * Repeat Yo, uh Now a party aint a party till chuck come through Bring who? Rolled dolo jeans over Manolo's Duke says I look better out the photos And hotter in person, hottest when I'm cursin Love my bitch thuggelbees Strokin my ego, then he go For the bubbly, nigga love me We go to the vehicle, talk dirty Past flirty, flight leavin at 5:30 It's hot in herre, foggin the windows ....... Throw dat, I the designated driver Chuck never the rider, gotta play Passenger side beside them, whoa Gotta be controllin when I'm rollin Weed niggaz swollen, cock blocker Hands on my knockers, he feelin them poppers But Chuck never givin it up, livin it up * Repeat Uh, Count me and My niggaz as OD'in Rule got a bitch Korean, lap dancin Off to the murder mansion, ride the shoulder Benz and the Rover, Nigga we aint sober Girl Interrupted, murder got me corrupted With shots so that any lickin shots with the semi Out the sunroof of the Bentley Bottles all empty but niggaz got stashes Never fuckin the glasses Ha, You know the Rule roll up in the party Me and Charli, Ready to have them hotties Rub up on my body, cuz after the club Its the after set, with some pushin a little head Is always the safe bet, she tell me V twizzy In the Red Corvette, swervin lanes ?? a little pain and say what's my name, Rule Baby! You know it, now lets get high Take a ride with me tonight, yea * Repeat (x3) We gotta give a dance to this shit here ha-ha Uh Murder Inc shit, Heh, yea Rule baby Chuck B-More, its a family affair Can you feel it, can you feel it You cant feel it, heh TEMPTATIONS! * Repeat Come On Yall! |
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from Ja Rule - The Last Temptation (2002)
Haha yea
What up ma (how you been) Yea I know, I know (heh,heh,heh) It's all good Murder Inc. (Murder Inc.) Girl your stare those eyes I Love it when you look at me baby Your lips, your smile I Love it when you kiss me baby Your hips those thighs I Love it when you thug me baby And I cant deny I Love it when I'm with you baby I got a fetish for fucking you with you're skirt on On a back street in the back seat of the Yukon What's taking so long? I'm getting extra impatient waiting for you to tell a nigga to move on Between me and you we can find a jet to fly in the broad my private g2 I'm ain't trying to g you, ma, I'm trying to see you Bend over you know how we do it, fleet the shows Bring heat to the coldest night So ferocious Backstreet Promoting The dick game is poor Cause in the bed nigga go hard like Jordan sweat pouring loving the way you be moaning, gripping the sheets, Looking at me, Licking at me Cause every woman just want to be happy And Its crazy but baby I love it when I'm with you baby Girl your stare those eyes I Love it when you look at me baby Your lips, your smile I Love it when you kiss me baby Your hips, those thighs I Love it when you thug me baby And I cant deny I Love it when I'm with you baby I wanna get away (get away) Cause you know like I know when there's a better day (better day)you're coming I'm hooked on you're lovin Believe me And when you hold my body I know you need me (need me) Wait for me baby I been going half crazy for your love And I was told that the sex is better then drugs Being addictive (addicted) boy listen Im the only piece of the puzzle you missing Like when we kissing (bye,bye,bye) You got a girl that'll ride, ride, ride So take me tonight and do what you do to me baby Girl your stare those eyes I Love it when you look at me baby Your lips, your smile I Love it when you kiss me baby Your hips, those thighs i Love it when you thug me baby And I cant deny I Love it when I'm with you baby Shorty Are you really getting bored with me (or him) Cause though I play a lot of games I play them to win But then again I'm still young and I'm living my life You know you right and I'm the type to pull up to your bumper get your number Baby I can only help but wonder life would be without my sweet baby and you're my baby Holla if you hear me Oooooh oooh oooh You can understand that my love is pain And how I feeling babe is just a women thang It's a mans world but I understand But there still nothing different boy lets stick to the plan Be my down ass with your round ass I know I'm feeling you Like you feeling me The way your wanting my body (and when you touch me) Girl your stare those eyes I Love it when you look at me baby Your lips, your smile I Love it when you kiss me baby Your hips those thighs I Love it when you thug me baby And I cant deny I Love it when I'm with you baby I love when you touch me BABY All over my body baby I love when you kiss me BABY All over my body baby I love when you touch me BABY All over my body baby I love when you kiss me BABY All over my body baby Girl your stare those eyes I Love it when you look at me baby Your lips, your smile I Love it when you kiss me baby Your hips, those thighs I Love it when you thug me baby And I cant deny I Love it when I'm with you baby |
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from Ja Rule - The Last Temptation (2002)
Yeah we back up in this muthafucker
murda inc I go by the name of the Rule U know got my nigga Chinc santana in the house my nigga Buck my click niggas were murda by number my niggas nigga Black you know 1 you know my new nigga life whats happenin Yeah Im bout to let these bitches know like you know when we be fuckin em n shit all crazy heh you want a nigga to call n shit we aint got time for that ma we just come thru and murda da puss thats all (hahaha Laughing) *Baby when you sexin me I kinda like when ya murder me baby murder me Baby when ya sexin me I kinda like when ya murda me Baby murda me (heh heh)Listen love i know your used to havin sweet nothins whispered to ya but my dick game'll ruin ya mind and influence ya to do certain things like hop in the range in the rain ass naked to get spanked It's ya world and you doing ya thang go head mama I aint got no problem being on the bottom the way u shake ya that ass like hoes from Harlem reminds me to call ya same time tommorrow cuz baby I'm impressed by the way u shake them ass and hips by the way u make me wanna leave the one I'm with take the spot of bein my down ass bitch baby murda me hey the way i murda you and that look in ya eyes is like the sunrise when ya fuckin me * Repeat Yo yo we can go from the bed to the hot tub until u get enough mommy i call your bluff and put it up in ya guts I'm a gangsta so I hit her with the gangsta touch bottle of hennessey dro and some dutches man i pull up like three in the morning honkin u at the door with a t shirt on n thongs n tellin me come on in get out the cold but neva the less i hit the flesh then gotta go really tho let me put a bug in ya ear an let u know that Im the thug of the year and the last thing I do is care legs up killin it drillin it man she feelin it shiverin talkin in tongues caddy got her sprung daddy long slong we get in on in porn stars with a gangsta twist to it now lets do it so wheneva u ready just page me and you'll see how i murda and hurta the pussy * Repeat hold on baby u need to holla at the kid if ya sexual prowlmess is more than wild its borderline and foul yo look yo styl that freaky smile got me layin dick to ya god bless the child that can hold his own i make ya scream and moan a thugs nature how could a nigga hate the way i flip it smack it bounce it ride it taste it lick her tits break down the wall the basics face it you fuckin with a cocksman love and you defend on the ball like gary the glove payton no relation not a lot of sation she bought her own KY ready for penetration im patient im a murda the puss when im ready but meanwhile let me throw on this Marvin Gaye medley and you'll murda me the same way that i murda you baby * Repeat |
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from Ja Rule - The Last Temptation (2002)
Yea
I feel the rain comin down on me nigga, heh When the sun gon' shine? My lord, somebody help us all, heheh I think the rain is comin back I think the reign is comin murder I think the rain is comin back I think the reign is comin murder Ja Rule baby! Last Temptation, time to kill these niggaz Dear Lord, can you, feel my pain If you can't it's alright, cause I'ma live my life anyway Just let, it, rain - on me I feel, so free like a, cool breeze And when the sun, gon', shine Fold up the mini-blinds, load up the lucky 9 And hit 'em up from behind That's, my, life - and it'll never be the same Ever again, the game is to blame Don't get caught up in your Range Rover, pullin over On the Westside highway shoulder, nigga I'll blow ya like a windshield, leave yo' mind on the windshield And have yo' whip doin windmills, that's what rain feels like, when it's hittin a little harder than drizzle And pickles flyin out pistols, gotta niggaz cryin they Christians and I can't believe shit has come to this It's unheard of, now it's gonna reign down murder *I think the rain is comin back I think the reign is comin murder I think the rain is comin back I think the reign is comin murder God only breathes with the best of them, bury the rest of them A storm is comin, I got a hundred mile runnin head start on these niggaz cause it's murder for life Drugs, bitches, and money be my only vice But I'm livin life in the fast lane, doin the damn thang In the Ferrari hard top watchin "Hard Rain" It's a damn shame, no more games No more love, baby boy I throw back slugs through your Green Bay throwback, I hits that up And let you know where the reign is from You ever heard of mixin whiskey with Jamaican rum? You get Biggie Mix gin with a little cocaine, you got me And my style is a little too savage to not be Be looked upon as one of the illest to MC Y'all niggaz want it with me? That shit's unheard of Cause niggaz, now it's gonna reign down murder * Repeat Nobody loves me Sometimes I wish the good Lord would come down and hug me I take a look at my life, it's gettin ugly And now I know that you all wanna slug me I can get above it, it's my life and I dug it Even though I live it close to the edge I'm gettin closer to death, with eve-rrry little step that I take, in the awake of my last days I hope the sun shines with a light rain That would mean the world shared my pain And now the world could be happy again, smile Cause if I ever walk "The Green Mile" You can look at me and blame it on my lifestyle What can I say? I was raised as an only child, lonely Poppa didn't show me, so the streets raised me To call me crazy is not unheard of Now it's gonna reign down murder * Repeat to fade |
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from Ja Rule - The Last Temptation (2002)
How many niggas hit the scene like Rule
Benley GT, pushin through bock flooded, with jewels H-2 with the hungerous Rule beside me Armed up the army, don't play that with nobody Rule, Murder & Gotti We hittin bitches like Lowe's be hittin switches, 16 at a time Times that behind with me down we lose and find X style the night that they mind we ? the times With renegades prowling this bitch with braids Leather gloves with dark shades and sowed off day Reminiscing the Cleo, she go to living life flawless Who the boss, you know this Who the GOD, who fawlging Hit me im giving niggas 1 to 3 Y'all need 1 to 3 hours to accomplish what we have built here You nigga know this is Rule here I'm cocking back, I got an idea *Just hop nigga, hop nigga, just hop niggas, cuz I pop niggas When you see the Rule comin' Clear the block niggas, hop niggas, just hop nigga, cuz I pop niggas When you see the chrome run Hop nigga, hop nigga, just hop nigga, cuz i pop niggas When you see the Rule comin' Clear the block niggas, hop nigga, just hop nigga, cuz I pop niggas When you see the chrome run Y'all niggas wanna see the N-G I'll go watch it like its a hundred and ten of me Guns bustin' in every direction, the public enemy But naah I aint Chuck B, Its Rule baby Y'all niggas wanna get it crazy, come on y'all cant fade me The music is slavery, roll up and haze Because most niggas is lazy cotton pickers Wish they'd find out its me and my niggas they gone Cuz they prisoners of they own home, we party and get it on LIVE IT UP! As soon as we hit em home We tuckin away the chrome and humpin up on some hoes We dem niggas you love to hate...I know Who cares I been blowin your bitch back out for years Plus she shared so many tears for me While you was away, was around the time I made "Put It On Me" So homie, stay from 'round here you aint know, this is Rule here I'm cockin back, I got an idea * Repeat Yeah, you feelin hot tonight well look it here playboy we could go outside (x2) HUH, you feelin hot tonight well look it here lil' mama we could go outside (x2) Certain niggas need to be kissed in the ground that I walk Shuttin up when I talk, its Rule in full floss 5-0 is tellin him X marks the speasy How niggas gettin dis money, it can't be this easy Believe me, I see between cracks and crevices Angelic and devilish, who thinks better than this The shell love and angel live in the darkest angles, this is Rule here I'm cockin back I got an idea * Repeat Yeah, you feelin hot tonight well look it here playboy we could go outside (x2) HUH, you feelin hot tonight well look it here lil' mama we could go outside (x2) * Repeat |
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from Ja Rule - The Last Temptation (2002)
Yeah, hehe
Eh, uh, uh - here we go Yea, yea Murder Inc, uh, uh - classic shit Yea y'all I'm a rock star bay-bayyyyy (yea) (coughs) Fuckin with these niggaz! (laughs) Yeahhh, yea, yea, uhh *I'm a rock star bay-bayyyyy If they could only, read my mind I'm a rock star bay-bayyyyy If they could only, hear my cries I'm a rock star bay-bayyyyy If they would only re-alize I'm a rock star bay-bayyyyy, hey hey Only if they could live my life Said a nigga was RAISED up in the streets (yea mama I'm a thug) And nuttin is stoppin for me (except for myself) Is the Lord in me? (You and everyone else) God please shine down on me I'm not the only nigga that prays every day for forgiveness This life is makin me substance abusive The media always wants the exclusive Well here it is - FUCK 'EM ALL - baby cause they're useless Sometimes I feel all I need is my music It fuckin sets me free, and let me breathe Cause my niggaz ain't leavin they blood on the streets for they kids not to eat, and they kids not to eat REVOLUTION! Pick a side and draw heats And may the best man hold his head on these here streets Cause in life and in music I'm poised and I'm focused And the world should take notice * Repeat Underworld ties, is where my heart lies They do the drama, makin songs like "Ol' Blue Eyes" that make the whole world sing.. It's alright if you don't understand me, it wasn't meant to be Cause it's hard enough for me to fight for what I believe in Than have to look in the mirror and see demons Now everybody's talkin rhyme over reason My only reason for rhymin is cause I bleed it Here come the leeches; they gettin paid off my talent, my love, my pain - am I a slave? Bein cursed in my own brain For this life I embrace and I praise A nigga stuck in his ways As the remix plays Rule and J. Blige, "Rainy Days" I think about life and music and how to stay focused And the world should take notice * Repeat Hey, this is a message to mankind I bust clearly you shoot blind, not in my right mind Lord if you love me please throw up a sign And take a nigga off the path of destroyin his life, and This life we're livin the sign of the times Where buildings take on planes, babies born with AIDS And we all need change So I became a rock star bay-bayyy (rock on) Now they all gon' hate me (hate on) But from the bottom of my heart I pray That in life and in music the world stays focused And I hope you all notice * Repeat (x2) |
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