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[Ja:] I anit much on prayin' now
[people:] Alright its alright... [Ja:] I never really known my daddy [people:] Preach Preach brother preach [Ja:] My mommas only child street raising [people:] We feel you [Ja:] I feel funny [people:] Its alright let it out man [Ja:] You know ya'll ya'll the only family I got [people:] You bet [Ja:] I guess it really dont matter what happens tomorrow Amen [People:] Amen oh my lord.... |
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| 4:24 |
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[Intro] Heh ha ha... Yeah... Yeah... 'Last Of The Mohicans' man... Let's go! Heh... You'll never take me alive... (It's time- DJ!) Heh... (Wake 'em up!) I'd like to introduce you all to somebody... Somebody very dear... [Verse 1: Ja Rule] I'm here to put you all through the pressure like nobody ever, 'cause everytime I shoot nothing but fo' n beta, An' them slugs get heada' your way any day fella, 'cause when murder reigns you gona' need umbrellas, Kevlar an' a whole lot of gun runners, you hotdog niggas hide your relish, ain't shit to tell us, I keep the army, an' they stay armed- best stay the fuck from 'round me, unless your desire leads you to touch the dream, I be in back of the back, A.G. on the jeans, hit the button to the left an' you can see how it leans, this thang is like an' airplane you park in the street, mean, it's so vicious call me young, all the wishes 'cause I wished for it all, beg the lord for forgiveness, 'cause I sin- I'ma sinner, but I win- I'ma winner, I'm runnin' the marathon an' y'all niggas are sprinters, I exercise more mental an' massage my fingers, I'm lookin' forward to bangin' out start to finish, give me a minute let me explain why most niggas is timid, they runnin' round with good bodies an' no hearts in 'em, makin' it easy fo' a nigga to get 'em- expose em', witness Rule the chosen man who spit it the coldest, load up this ten shot, till y'all niggas the hole-est, I'ma God send- niggas better act like they know this muthafucka... [Chorus: Black Child] Your game ain't nuthin' but smoke an' mirrors (let 'em know), y'all clowns can't be serious (uh-huh), many has tried but y'all can't kill us, we still livin' this real vivid- we real niggas... (nigga), Your game ain't nuthin' but smoke an' mirrors (uh-huh), we ain't neva scared I hope all y'all hear us, many has tried but y'all can't kill us, we still livin' this real vivid- we kill killers... [Verse 2: Ja Rule] The world is blind so now I gotta spit it in braille, that raw coked up flow you can put in the scales, so when niggas start dyin' can't nobody tell, it's jus' an' overdose injection of that braille, Rule, when I come thru' can't nobody move me, I'm exclusive cop some new shit every Tuesday, excuse me- bitch, I'm one of a kind, when I die study my mind an' dupe' the design, now I'm inclined people say tha' I'm ahead of my time, whoever said that they must'a had they nose on tha' line, I'm not even in my prime yet, a veteran in this muthafuckin' rap shit, what religion you practice, a pristical baptist or catholic, I can't really say I'm religious- an' to that I'ma witness, but I'm spiritual that's why I keep the Lord in the picture, 40. Cal in the 7-40 I laugh at niggas that wanna' get buried in cemeteries next to they bitches, an' get thrown wit' bricks tied to they Lebron's, the game we play is chess- them niggas is pawns, you the first pieces we take off the board because, I'ma king that's from Queens, an' then it's the whole regime, beta' known as the team, big shout to my nigga Preme, it ain't nothin' illegal about keepin' ya' cash clean, when you sellin' millions of records, an' send me some jeans muthafucka... [Chorus: Black Child] Your game ain't nuthin' but smoke an' mirrors (let 'em know), y'all clowns can't be serious (uh-huh), many has tried but y'all can't kill us, we still livin' this real vivid- we real niggas... (nigga), Your game ain't nuthin' but smoke an' mirrors (uh-huh), we ain't neva scared I hope all y'all hear us, many has tried but y'all can't kill us, we still livin' this real vivid- we kill killers... [Outro: Ja Rule] [Backing ad-libs unscripted] Yeah... You know... Uh... Wha'cha'll don't know?? There's nothin' real about these niggas in this game... This is it... Murder Inc. nigga... You lookin' at 'em... The realest muthafuckin' niggas in the game... You starin' at 'em... Ain't no need to look nowhere else... It's murder niggas... Holla... We ridin'... You know... C'mon niggas... It's danger... It's danger... What up to my nigga Merc... Big Caddy... My nigga Black Child... Rest in peace... To our muthafuckin' soldier up in Heaven- my nigga D.O. Cannons... Do Cannons... We see you nigga, we love you nigga... (Shadow I see you nigga... We gon' pour out a lil' liquor... We gon' have some fun... We gon' ride this muthafucka' out... It's murda'... Real talk nigga... We in the building...) |
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| 4:31 |
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If it wasn't for the money, cars and movies stars and jewels And all these things I got I wonder, hey Would you still want me Would you still be calling me You be loving me? Wanna keep you flawed with no dough Pimpin ain't easy Trust me I know When gangstas and hos Go go go go go go together Like chinchilla and bad weather I'm good but been better All my bros, chedda and glamorous things Copped a few cars A crib with a east and west wing Cuz this is how I'm livin and y'all women know the secrets Of how to get it and keep it How to prey on my weakness Cuz I want the p-u-s-s-y Got a lotta niggaz wonderin it ain't just i Gotta keep ya cash comin and that's on my life If it wasn't for the money and the things I got Shit, she probably wouldn't like me But I keep her and irv and jeffrey quite icy Sip seraphin Who doesn't like me And the murderous I-n-c If it wasn't for the money, cars and movies stars and jewels And all these things I got I wonder, hey Would you still want me Would you still be calling me You be loving me? How many girls does it take to get to Mack status Player status Pimps that get Ya boy half rich fore we hit show biz But show biz brought next level chicks Pull them in them hot cars go and buy the whole bar nigga I came from the dirt what you want me to say Im at the top of the world and lifes a pussy buffet And that's why I get m-i-a Shut the game down so the bustas cant play Hell yeah I splurge money Hell yeah I act funny Look at you like fuck you All the shit I been thru It's a wonder why im still here Said I was gone but im still here And all you bitches that left me here Its mighty strange how you right back here If it wasn't for the money, cars and movies stars and jewels And all these things I got I wonder, hey Would you still want me Would you still be calling me You be loving me? I wonder why love is about money And why wou wanna take it all from me Honey My life is dark but its lovely Crimes cars cribs aint that right kelly? Yall bitches don't know Money aint a thang Mami need a lil change Girl im pitchin quarters Closest to the arches but live in a fortress New benzes new porsches New cases new lawyers im becoming the infamous notorious rule Niggaz couldn't walk a mile in my shoes Niggaz don't possess the heart that I do And it's a wonder that im still here Thought I was gone but im still here And all you bitches that left me here Its kinda funny how you right back there If it wasn't for the money, cars and movies stars and jewels And all these things I got I wonder, hey Would you still want me Would you still be calling me You be loving me? Oh oh oh oh ohhhhh |
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| 4. |
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[Ja Rule] Yeah, yeah (woo!) woo (we here, geah) C'mon (we ain't goin nowhere, c'mon) Remix, c'mon (now, this is Jimmy Cliff Notes) (I'ma run through the roster man) Let 'em know (on Murder INC) Uhh (startin with Ashanti - owwwwwtch!) [Chorus: Ashanti] + (Ja) J-A-R (yeah) U-L-E (what, let 'em know) (Who else you thought it would beeeee) (All my bitches with me say) J-A-R, U-L-E (what's my name, nigga?) (Who'da thought this wouldn't, beeeee) (Everybody with me say) [Ja Rule] Holla!! I'm back Anyone with good sense bet on that Cause I ain't never went nowhere, I still got business here All my bitches get your hands in the air Now BACK THAT ASS, UP ON ME - now let's roll Go, goin, gone, sold What's cooler than bein cool? (ICE COLD) Y'all know that I do this for all my niggaz and my bitches And it's murder 'til day that I die, can't spit it no more All my niggaz that tusslin, get yours All my bitches that's makin money, get yours The world ain't only mine, it's yours And I'm sure That, there's no love if you don't go through pain And I'm the nigga that done changed the game What's my name? [Chorus] w/ minor changes to Ja ad libs [Ja Rule] Who's that nigga? If you feelin yourself youse that nigga, tryin to get hit up Buried in cat litter cause that's how INC get up Makin sure they don't get up, it's murder Who's that bitch? If you feelin yourself youse that bitch, tryin to get rich Dyin to get hitched to a nigga that's caked up Willin to spend time and even more at Jacob But you assume position, face down, ass up And I think I got you in that same pose pinned up In a picture painted frame been hangin love Ass naked, lookin like you're high on drugs And that's whassup, what, all bitch niggaz is gettin touched And no bad bitches is gettin fucked Cause you know who, did you know what, if you know what's Then you know it's not a game, what's my name? [Chorus] w/ minor changes to Ja ad libs [Ja Rule] + (Ashanti) Ba-by girl, is you with me? Shit (yes sir!) Sayin all of that without speakin a word (I like) to do this that and a third (And I love) the way you put in reverse And now clap for me mami, clap back, keep it swervin Wide body had to be built by suburban Niggaz around lookin like they nervous, I see 'em Niggaz around me wanna rob him and leave him But I'm partyin tonight for one reason Niggaz know that the bullshit was dead on the streets Niggaz I'm gettin high, gettin head as we speak Long live the great ones, B.I.G, P.A.C. I'm "Ready to Die," "All Eyez on Me" And niggaz know they can do it the same But still they try to diss, that's part of the game What's my name? [Chorus] w/ same as before [Ja Rule] Yeah, yeah Murder INC, all my family we here Big shout to all my niggaz All my crud niggaz, all my street niggaz, all my grime niggaz All my industry niggaz, all my corporate niggaz It's love, it's pain, and we together mayn Holla back at me, uhh |
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| 4:18 |
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I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York I got a semi-automatic that spits next time if you talk I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York I got a semi-automatic that spits next time if you talk Yall niggaz is pussy, poonani, Your getting tired, now it's time to ride You're print distrified, you're no longer desired So take off them silly chains, put back on your wire I'm on fire, holly dipped in octane Let each coast bang, let west coast bang And Rule gonna bring the ghetto gospel To every 'hood possible, pushin through in the sky blue Back with the gods you now, preferably the 4 pound Slugs flyin at the speed of sound Tryin to catch the ears of niggaz that's runnin their mouths I might get my Brooklyn niggaz to run in your house I don't really understand what the runnin's about But we're hunters, we take pride in airin our prey out Leavin 'em layed out, dead, in just a sport 'cause we ain't playin up here in New York I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York And you can tell the way the homie spit, That nigga, I'm from New York I got a hundred ways to make a grip, Yes, I'm from New York And you can tell I get real ignorant, 'cause nigga, I'm from New York Nigga I can see the coke in your nose This ain't a movie, even he got his head blown on the globe And I was just about to find god But now that Ma$e is back, I think I'd much rather find a menage And everybody talkin crazy how they're AK spit But we know this investigatin, and they ain't spray shit Not me, I'm the truth homie, got the industry shook like "Naw nigga, Joe gonna let 'em loose on me" True Story, I'm bringin the T back Even Roy Jones was forced to My nigga Dre said grind cook Now we killin them Howard niggaz, who said I must of found Pun's rhyme book Got bitches on top of the Phantom And the pinky got bling, like the ring around Saturn Cook coke, crack, niggaz fiend for that And you already know the x is where the team be at I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York and and shit, Nigga fuck what you thought And you can't take shit for granted, because life is too short I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York I swear it couldn't be sweeter, Life's a bitch Depending on how you treat her, you might get rich It's guaranteed you gonna die, you might get missed For maybe 2 or 3 hours, 'til they light their spliffs And that coke will get you a long time But when I let 'em know the dope is out, it's like America Online Wise has awoken And you know they say that you deserved it whenever you die with your eyes open I still hold a title, because I'm in the hood like them little motorcycles Stick up kids, hoppin out with them old rifles Just doin shit for nothin, it's so spiteful Ha I'm just like you Word that niggaz wanna murk you is in the air A double shot of yak and the purple is in the air And I'm not cocky, I'm confident So when you tell me I'm the best it's a compliment I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York and and shit, |
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[Ja Rule] Yeah, yeah, yeah You talk too much shit You know niggaz always talkin bout bitches ain't shit Money over bitches But give all our money to the bitches any fuckin way (I love my bitch) So I'ma send some love out to the bitches, holla [Verse One] Shit, here's somethin to remember When we met that day in September But, you've been gone since November Had to finish out yo' last college semester Her major - brokerage investor She probably go broke tryin to invest her time and money in somethin that she call love Cause, she love fuckin with thug niggaz That alwasy get high and had to be drug dealers Eventually, she hooked up with some hood bitches The hood bitches turned her on to strippin Now the, gettin is good and it's well understood That money on the wood can make things get harder Be glad I'm not a pimp, if I was I'd charge ya But for all that you go through, just thought I'd let you know Hoes need love too, I'm fuckin witchu [Chorus: Ja Rule] Niggaz need to read the man-u-al To seperate your housewife from a hoe Cause there's no rules to this shit here Am I makin myself clear? What she don't know won't hurt her y'all So keep big pimpin on the low Cause there's no rules to what I do And I know, hoes need love too [Verse Two] You know what they say right? Bitches ain't shit And all men are dogs cause we just wanna fuck Sundown to sun up, one up on a hoe I might go down on the low, that's just me though From L-A-X to Heathrow, I'm one of them niggaz that really doesn't need no, introduction When I met her she was "Girl, Interrupted" Grew up became a woman not to be trusted Frustrated and flustered, living amongst these thieves hoes and hustlers, I'm diggin what's next She had a studio apartment in the projects With her and her girl from D.C. used to bus checks And hold the coke, her niggaz ain't sold yet In hopes the copes don't know about all this Shiiiiit, for all that you go through Just wanna let you know, hoes need love too [Chorus] [Verse Three] Fake nails, fake breasts, fake eyes too It's oh-four, and that's kinda what we used to But you don't holla back like you used to, but I ain't mad at cha I'm happy for a bitch, even if I can't have her I remember when you was down in Atlanta Workin gentlemen's clubs and you didn't even know what a gentlemen was Forty to love and I wanna serve That body like Serena's with less curves But actions speak louder than words, and you gettin your money Mami every month, 15th and 1st Shit could be worse, you could be in the struggle Or born with no ass and have nothin to hustle Go on flex your muscle, cause that ain't the case is it? Go on get your paper keep flossin on these bitches Cause for all that you go through Just thought I'd let you know, hoes need love too, I'm fuckin witchu [Chorus] - repeat 2X [Ja Rule] Ha ha ha, yeah, Rule |
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| 8. |
| 4:00 |
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Yeah.. It's still Murder, I.N.C. [repeat 4X] [Ja] I got you mami [CO] I got you daddy [Chorus: Claudette Ortiz] Let's get this party started Throw your drink up and move your body But you can't get up on it 'til I see you work harder for it C'mon, let's get it started Don't you leave me all hot and bothered You want me? Come grab it Show me that you got me daddy [Ja Rule] I got you ma, workin in New York City It's Satuday Night Live, and I'm hot so bear with me Plus a little tired from the time zone switches But right on time to hit a club for a minute I get in and get a table, get bottles, some bitches come over, they claimin they models Until they want a drink they ain't even know who I was Until I took my hat off, and then they started backin that ass up Whoa! She did this dance with her hands up Then she touched her toes and made my thing stand up Type of chick that'll have a nigga in handcuffs Taste but don't swallow, look but don't touch Forbidden, not to be eaten, but she is feedin me rotten apples that fall from the tree Why don't we leave, just us three, and get acquainted Mama I'm just playin - but I'm sayin [Chorus] [Ja Rule] I got you ma, I'm in L.A., I'm the latest Caught the last flight in from JFK Baggage claim sign read R-U-L-E Takin me straight to the party so I can get started Rubbin on bitches like full body massages And takin dead aim on all open targets Soon as I walk in I see the one that I wanna be humpin, bouncin, and grindin on Her lowrider sit low, you can see her thong And she like to get low on her favorite songs I'm like don't stop, get it get it, let me get up on it Let me see how bad you really want it like, them cold nights when you're hot and lonely Give me your pager, pick up a phone and call me I was thinkin that maybe we could have an orgy Mama I'm just playin - but I'm sayin [Chorus] [Ja Rule] I got you ma, and Miami's the scene Filled with fast women when they stop intervene Tanned up and their walk is mean I don't wonder how she got in, I want her out of them jeans It seems, me and my team got a routine habit Of gettin rid of sweaters as soon as we snag 'em In the club, gettin high, relaxin I see a few asses that's pacin backwards my way The DJ spinnin it backwards Givin shouts to actors, athletes and rappers Now, let's get it crackin, you know how it happen After the party there's an afterparty happenin (Let's get this party started) Ain't that what you said, or am I hearin things? Is you drunk, cause you look like you swerve in both lanes Mama I'm just playin - but I'm sayin [Chorus] [Ja Rule] I got you ma, y'know Whenever, Murder INC Flex-in |
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| 3:37 |
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Yeah (yeah)...Yeah (yeah).. You Know (you know)...Lets (lets)...Go (go)...(laughter) Yeah (yeah)...Yeah...WHUTS MY NAME?! [Chorus] They cool but they ain't R.U.L.E. They do, but dont do it like me Nobody, nobody, Does it Like R.U.L.E. They do but dont do it like me Nobody, nobody, Does it Like R.U.L.E. [Verse 1] Nobodys livin life the way that I live it Nobodys spittin and doin it, I spit it But who fuckin admitted I'm one of the bigger biggest of niggaz that done did it Been hated and delt wit it, when agents tap in my lyrics So by the time that they hear it, the crime's already committed Natural Born Killa, but that I'm already and then Murdah was the case, but I-N-C's been aquitted The Agency's gettin livid, They wanted us to be finished But we got unfinished business, Sned God as my witness This is another testimony to my life and my story Askin you hoes, Why should I talk when I got guns to speak for me Dont come at me homie, Especially tryin to act like you know me Only if you can control me, Know where you been choosen befor me To sit in ya grave, homie dig it, I'm hearin its lonely, But see Nobody...Does it...Like Me! And they know it they cant spit it the same But still they try, cuz thats part of the game, WHUTS MY NAME?! [Chorus] [Verse 2] These niggaz incredible, throughout the ghettos of America People, see these window I see through Off they mirror they evil, jealous bullshit that men do Had I known it was you, there'd be no clue on who done killed you Like when Kane murdahd Able, Niggaz must have been able To put caine through they nasals, They so high they see angels I see life from all angels, tangled, webs and weaves Now niggaz is able to kill like Kane all over the streets 100 degrees Ferenheite, hot as the hottest summer night Heatin up desperatly in the need of some ice, I'm nice Nobodys quite like, flow like rare blood types I be wrong if I'm right, right if I'm wrong, I was the RULE born When my legacy is left through my boys maiden name live on RULE Niggaz is foolish tryin to do whut I do, Cuz see Nobody...Does it...Like me! And they know it they cant do it the same But still they try, cuz thats part of the game WHUT MY NAME?! [Chorus] |
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True fuckin' story I swear on my mothers eyes
The greatest fuckin' come back ever Fuckin' bottom of the ninth right 3 balls 2 strikes 2 outs bases loaded… Whitie Hurss on the mount I dont know some fuckin' kid This fuckin' kid comes up I fuckin' put my drink down Fuckin' look up the fuckin' ball goes over the green monster You hear what I'm tellin' you I swear on my mothers eyes True fuckin' story |
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| 11. |
| 4:29 |
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[Ja Rule Intro] Word to mother to my nigga Buck 3000 on the boards! Holla back! They be killing it know what I mean big boy! Know what I'm sayin Ayo! Ayo Jodi! Hey you can tell somebody to go downstairs to the car and she get that bottle of Vouth Out the back of the back for me baby I needa get right before I do dis hea! Haaaaaaaaaaaa [Chorus - Lloyd and Alxeus] Why me and you Had to meet, talk, fuck and get caught up What we been through It's enough to get any man Caught up I'm feelin you And I'm feeling we should both be free If we were through Just imagine what life be without me [Ja] Mami, I put my best foot forward though it's kinda awkward Cuz ya pigeon-toed and bold-legged. But you ain't too proud to beg First time we got alone, you gave me some head And been callin me ever since To do it again When we met you was a seventy straight with a ten And I am ya lucky quarter And the days get shorter the nights get longer You know when the weather is cold Feelings grow stronger Wanna perform her pussy feel like walking pneumonia Got me Snifflin, Sneezing, Coughin, and Aching and shit And I'm startin to think I'm fallen in love with this bitch I'm having dreams about her jeans and how they fit And the Urban Jeffrey Baby Tee And she's wearing my name already So you know she's fuckin me I'm a G like dat but for you I fell backwards The only question I ask myself is [Chorus - Lloyd and Alxeus] Why me and you Had to meet, talk, fuck and get caught up What we been through It's enough to get any man Caught up I'm feelin you And I'm feeling we should both be free If we were through Just imagine what life be without me [Ja] Why me? Beta yet why You and I? Why I always pick the ones not in they right minds And crazy Singing dangerously in love this a dangerous broad I'm fuckin Like Al is the Scent of a Woman That got me playin hardball Like ya'll couldn't Excuse my intruding I don't mean to be rude But our situation is kinda amusing. Cuz we both like each other But scared of each other I's like we more than friends And less than lovers And my niggaz can't tell us What we been doin is wrong And ya girls getting jealous Cuz we been getting along Hold on! This is how it all begins You call your friends I'll call my friends We'll all be friends And hang out at the mansion At the Hamptons on weekends Then it all ends And the question is [Chorus - Lloyd and Alxeus] Why me and you Had to meet, talk, fuck and get caught up What we been through It's enough to get any man Caught up I'm feelin you And I'm feeling we should both be free If we were through Just imagine what life be without me [Lloyd] Have you even been touched like I touch ya? Been held like I hold ya? Been loved like I love ya? Be Real Be Real Have you ever been seen like I see ya? Been heard how I hear ya? Been felt how I feel ya? Be Real Be Real [Ja] Girl ya my (Sunshine) But sometimes it gets a little cloudy Don't it? Them sunny days See the sunrise And wish that it could hit yaFace it. I'd be great To get up every morning To eggs and steak But you can't be late So we separated on good terms And no ones concerned About who ya been fuckin And who ya fucked last But when I see ya still my question to ask is [Chorus - Lloyd and Alxeus] Why me and you Had to meet, talk, fuck and get caught up What we been through It's enough to get any man Caught up I'm feelin you And I'm feeling we should both be free If we were through Just imagine what life be without me |
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| 4:30 |
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[Chorus] Well bitch niggaz get you of the grind, nigga grab the nine and Well fake niggaz try to cop the style, cop the 40 cal then Well if you don't like the way its going down, nigga grip the pounding And if there's more than one that got the gold, grab the cal keep going [Verse 1 - Ja Rule] Real talk, the inc about to run New York Cause there's no real niggaz left to hold the torch Who gon' hold us of, cause you don't read newspaper's nigga Lt Ja tell it, that's murder inc boy's, that's real killers Money laundering, tax avaid and drug dealers Backed by chemical grit, you can't be serious We just niggaz getting money, fucking all the bitches And life and death between a matter of inches You know That fo' four that handle his buisness Like capital game, reload and hit them with intrest Damn What so gangsta about these niggaz Now I got the full speed niggaz, led Leave them dead over prayers, or head Cause we done fucking these same bitches And you know they talk, and the pillows be my witness My forgiveness Niggaz can't be this stupid It's gun talk, niggaz better get used to it [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Blackchild] I dont' care if you're a criminal or a cop, shoot or get shot I'm raised by the plot, product of the hater The gauge and the glock, and I keep a blade I ain't afraid if it pop, the gauge still a gun Married muder one, sleep with the fishes Tasting red rum, young and corrupted Nothing to fuck with, straight out of the gutter With no introduction Our role models is forced with the hollows Fuck slothes the swallow the fifth a holla The whitness and the polla Weed twisting ganja Load up the clip's and flip the corner They Morner, be morners stay gunner We gangster, gangster point and blank ya' Thank ya' Niggaz keep me in the mood To eat a nigga food I murder with real bombs [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Ja Rule] The nine the cal the pound of coke, niggaz The weed the dope the E' the coke, niggaz The gauge is mine, that's all I know I've been doing this since 9 6, the oldies know This tough load, the 3 8 o's, I let my hoe's hold Keep it in them working, In case I'm legal searching They got worship god, and trust the gun Ask for your forgiveness, and send niggaz up Fucking stick niggaz up, these bitch niggaz touch It's all about violence, real niggaz is silenced And know these niggaz whoes guns got low mileage Got ducked taped, all tied up in their houses I'll make you watch while I fuck the spouse This, ain't buisness, it's personal, gun talk when I holla your the first to know How many hoes, and how much blood has been lost of [Chorus] Yeah Murder INC We riding here motherfuckers |
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| 4:42 |
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[Chorus] (I never thought) That you would fall in love with this side of me first (That I'd be) Intrigued with the thought of the gift and the curse (Without ya) And now your heart broke and it's making it worse (Why Me, Why Me) WHY ME (I never thought) That you would be involved with a nigga like I (That I'd be) Scared to look passion right in it's eyes (Without ya) And when you found love it was nothing but lies (Why Me, Why Me) Why, who would've thought [Verse] What the fuck is ya hobby mami highway robbery cuz u got enough jewelry on ya body to buy a Farari i'm like Ruben i'm sorry but I dont studder matter fact call me Frank Love cuz i'd love to fuck ya she said slow baby dont rush I promise if u be patient i'll let u tear it up and nigga sho nuff we decided to keep in touch with each other u feel me I didnt know we'd be touching ?? i'm surious, and i'm so sincure my object is to stay in the clear cuz we find fuck and flee these broads round here I done made so many women shed so many tears sittin home all alone getting drunk off of shots of bathome decided to call let her feelings be known in a slurred tone, she said I always get what I want and what I want is u, but I dont get it cuz... [Chorus] Girl our, situation is getting a little out of my hands u calling me constant telling bitches that i'm ya man I thought we was just friends conversating gettin to know one another on a friendly basis lets face it we from two different worlds that dont collide but when they do the crash is more like a biz-omb your favorite seasons bigati and mines is summer u use credit I rubber band wrap my hundreds what we got in common is minimal right next to nothin and I think that's whats subliminally keepin u comin back to the one u been fuckin but never thought you'd be fuckin how often do u think about the awkwardness of it I know u love it to say the least and I aint just sayin that contrary to some beliefs opposites attract and my track record is something to be expected money cash hoes u know how it goes [Chorus] Who would have thought that something so simple would turn out to be detriminal now i'm feeling like i'm caught in the middle of this love triangle between she me and reality reality is tellin us that we could never be cuz I come from the streets and u come from a rich family but I dont think that your family would understand me it's the little things u overlook when you're around me drugs guns bitches and needless to say you're a pimp in your own way baby you're makin it hard for me to look in your eyes and tell u to move on i'm gone (i'm gone) but then i'm back again money and good pussy's a fatal attraction for men she hits me every night quarter past ten and with every call her voice got a little more intense now we involved and it really dont make no sense so be careful what u ask for u just might get it biaaaatch! [Chorus] |
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Yea This one goes out To all my niggaz across the world Going through that struggle Feeling that pain We wit you my niggaz But no matter what God has planned for us Know this Life goes on [Chorus] I pour out the liquor for (ohh) I wish I wish I wish for (yea) For all my niggaz that's dead and gone (ohh yea) I'ma see you when I get there (life goes on) I pour out the liquor for (ohh) I wish I wish I wish for (yea) For all my niggaz that's dead and gone (ohh yea) I'ma see you when I get there (life goes on) They say kill or be killed's the only way to live these days So how come only my hood niggaz live this way We put together the puzzle but still stuck in a maze I put it all in perspective cause I'm coming of age 28 and I see more niggaz go to the grave More mommas in pain More murals wit names (ey) Sometimes you look to the Lord to blame And pray everyday wishing that things could change Cause I'm just wishing you was here my niggaz Wish that you could be wit me to ball my niggaz Send a sign I'm on call niggaz Promise to pick me up if I fall my niggaz The way I wish y'all was still alive (I know) Through memories y'all still alive (and I know) Through my eyes in my mind you'll live 4 ever [Chorus] I pour it out 4 my niggaz that's dead and gone As 4 my niggaz in prison I throw it up cause I'm riding for 'em *Big Black and *Lil Will them there my niggaz still *Mu Tah and *Lil Itchy you know a nigga miss you *Tron and *Lil Al *Bam *Skeet and *Younger Al *Tron and *Lil Trap I wish y'all was still here And I ain't a heard a word for more than 10 years I feel that if I'd been there, he's still be here But I'ma hold it down and ain't gon' cry about it Cause I'ma holla atcha I'll see you in the next life And I'll still be that same nigga Still doin thug thizzle Wearing the same ol' Dickies Then we can drink the same Henny Cause back then that's how we did it So how could I 4get it My three daughters and goals out the doors I lost in the struggle My homie and my oldest brother [Chorus] What part of the game is this my nigga Wish you was wit me in my 6 my nigga While you was flipping them bricks I figure I been flooding the streets wit hits my nigga You told me give it my heart I gave it my love I gave it my life But you was my blood You bringing me pain dawg But I'm on the grind I'm trying to stay focused I'm losing my mind I'm missing you dearly I wish you was here dawg Fucking these hoes wit me But instead I'm in tears But when you passed it rained And God's tears took away the fucking pain So look man (ey) I can't cry no more You died once and you can't die no more (no more) (shit) So they can't stop me now The only way is if they pop me now I'ma hold it down [Chorus] Damn Y'all niggaz got me feelin this shit in here man V- I miss you It's aiight tho Life goes on No matter what Life goes on, right? I wanna say to all my peoples All my niggaz All my family Just in case I don't get a chance to I love y'all IG - Live goes on |
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[Lloyd] Umm hey, comin from Where I'm From (I'm from) ohhh yea [Ja Rule] Kids get killed in ghettos, shot up over the Carmello's While they mom was at home, tears hittin the pillow Where women in the middle in a serminal funereal Shed a tear cause he lost his son the same way a year ago It's the same egospiritual, we thuggin in harmony They say death brings life, there exchange no robbery If I'm wrong pardon me, me I'm just tired of poverty Why them niggaz in the hood never hit the lottery Unless they go lottery, first round in the draft First we dustin off the rounds and we slip in the mag' Then we slip on the masks, and go out and mash And we call it feeding our family Ya'll call it a tragedy, Damn How I could just kill a man His blood flow like a river and rinse his blood off of my hand If you hearing me speak please Lord give me a chance Please forgive me of my sins, cause we cleansed where I'm from [Chorus - Lloyd] Me and my niggaz ride Even when the sun don't shine and its cold outside I never run in or hide, cause some niggaz hate it But I can't get faded cause I done made it Instead of struggling or strive Survive my weight how these ghetto streets of mine This is coming from Where I'm From (I'm from) We all walk back in line (yeah) [Ja Rule] Now everybody know that everybody said nobody can hide from beef Except but us, who surprised when these kids get killed on the streets Look how these animals eat that's how they talk bout us While they shed they joke and laugh puttin a choke round us Can I get a moment of SILENCE Cause they claimin it's the murders that's causin all the violence What bout the ones that protect to serve our honor Poppin the blue colla', with shots soon to follow The ghettos in horror, cause in this boy shot went back And now the neighborhood hot and he can't move the crack When it's all about the dollars And he'll individually get murdered cause money is power But then the snitch's get to talking and he's caught within hours Cuffed and cryin' on the bus heading straight to the Island He was only 13, but tried as an adult in the highest of courts Cause ain't no more children in the ghetto where I'm from [Chorus] [Ja Rule] We ain't all killers in prison Matter fact that's a stereo typical thought of livin Cause they don't know about the hood and them love in it Summer time top down with the wood finish Pushin hard uptown windows slightly tinted Back to back Benz and jeeps, blowin weed with my niggaz On our way to a house party, gonna fuck with some bitchs Let's get some liquor for shorty who said she make us some chicken And if we get 'em drunk enough we probably could freak em, and do it every other weekend If I ain't have to kill niggaz, I never would leave the ghetto I'm like an angel that put on a halo, cradle the grave of my niggaz that we lost in the ghetto Cause where I'm from in the ghetto we rock white tee's and nike's Roll 3 dice and name our dope ice cream Set trends and ya'll follow our lead But in New Yitti niggaz follow they dreams, where I'm from [Chorus] Now I lay me down and sleep And I pray to the Lord, for my soul to keep If I should die before I wake Pray to the Lord, for my soul to take (Pray to the Lord, for my soul to take) [Chorus till song fades out] |
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[Caddillac Tah] Yeah.. Yeah, yeah, yo I got a knack for pushin crack, and cookin raw coke Fresh off the boat, no vest but I tote, and wear it like a coat I'm starin through the scope, with one eye open and one shut Zero in on the target, spark him and watch his head bust Ain't shit to discuss, unless it's moneybags or the SK-8, drop Jag with funny tags Homey laugh now but die later when the lead dump And double barrel slugs like Elmer Fudd, I'm handsome [Black Child] Some of your favorite rappers is flamin, I'm bangin things at them They claim they gangster, lettin mens give brains to them I aim the stainless, let the games begin Bang bang dangerous, my gun gang famous My hoes don't speak english, catch 'em at the foreign money exchange New Armani leather in the Range When you see my gang, tuck in your chain We stuck in the game, we fuckin the same, bang! [Chorus: INC] [Merc] I'm bout my money and bout my business (bang!) [B.C.] Shout out my niggaz en route to riches (bang!) [B.C.] I doubt we different, hustlers pitchin (bang!) [B.C.] And we all gon' get away, all my niggaz say [Merc] I'm bout my money and bout my business (yeah!) [B.C.] Whatta, bout my bitches who mouth is ridiculous (yeah!) [B.C.] Gettin money and nigga it's insignificant (yeah! what?) [B.C.] Always get your pay, I love it when I hear 'em say [Black Child] It's back to business, stackin riches If you, act suspicious, it's a Wrap like Reynolds Black Continental, mac outta the window Black's out of his mental, I black out with pistols It ain't confidential, all the shit I been through Now I'm gettin money and a mill' is essential Bang bang, nigga, 'til the day we die A tooth for a tooth and a eye for a eye [Caddillac Tah] Nigga you know it's, business befo' pleasure, money over chicks Dummies in the clip, nickel on my hip patrollin through the strip Bet a stack, head crack, no rollin to the six Scoop up my chips, then I split, with my beautiful bitch Like Jada Pinkett Smith, for that paper I leave stinkin and stiff Your pinky and wrist, and your necklace Get removed nigga, my wolves is playin hardball Leavin him bloody like a Pelican Bay yard brawl [Chorus] [Ja Rule] Who wanna know why I got so much beef with so many rappers? Drama, it's the INC redrum spun backwards Karma, is a muh'fucker watch your actions Cause the clip to the max slips in bananas I catch fire like matches {*whew*} then blow out And the flyest crews goin the fastest Pull up to the hottest club in New York, with my hazards on No tags, I just drove it off the showroom floor Straight cash, bout my paper, I'm on my gangster Doin this shit for ten years, niggaz I'm major Maybach and all that, same behaviour Money over bitches, bitches over strangers Guns befo' bangers but bangers do For niggaz that had enough and ain't got no clue that they can get slayed, flex and get sprayed And spin they head like yo' hottest DJ's, motherfuckers! [Chorus] [Merc] I'm bout my money and bout my business.. |
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[Chorus] Nobody loves me Sometimes the world can seem so cold Looking through the windows of my soul I see, the true fan now I know (I know, I know, I know) Y'all gotta love me When the weight of the world was on my shoulders You were there When it got heavy, I held it You were there The ones that stood by me like soldiers You were there I know you love me [Verse One] But I'm still waiting for the Lord to come hug me Send a sign or somethin' This is all for nothin' The talent and Passion of mine I'm sick of sufferin' I know your plans is greater than mine So I'm asking Why do you want me dead or alive And how could you let the people see me through the enemy's eyes Like, jealousy, envy, Feds wanna convict Gotti I'm thinking probably we was gettin' too much money Too many niggaz in whips sittin' on 20's Too much connections to the streets, y'all niggaz doin' somethin' And after overall assumptions, or it's all or nothin' Ain't nothin' stopping the second coming, except the coffin I may be incased, but even from there I still touch 'em niggaz ??? ???, that's why we still hustle For all my niggaz that can't be here For every tear, send my a prayer, I swear [Chorus] [Verse Two] But what's love, when your friends become enemies Your nightmares are no longer your worst dreams And as bad as everything seems Keep hustling We gon' get it by any means How unfortunate, January the sixth Federal officers, raided our offices Making it hard for us to eat, and breathe, and live And they swear they got niggaz asking for relief They've been handin' down indictments for about a year And they send nobody to jail yet, we still in the clear And the Bible that said, "Thou shall not fear no man but God" Whoever said that, ain't never faced the law And why all this fake ??? going on I'm fighting niggaz, swingin' back against the wall That's for my niggaz that can't be here For every tear, send my a prayer, I swear [Chorus] [Verse Three] How could you hate me, why would the Lord forsake me Put the weight of the world on my shoulders I thinkin' I could brush it off and nobody notice Keep raisin' my kids: Britney, Jeffry, and Jordan Keep coppin' new whips: Bentleys, Benzes, and Porshes My niggaz, and my fans is the only thing of importance It's crazy how the world turns Sometimes, you gotta light up and let it burn Sweep up your ashes, put 'em up in a urn On a mantle from memories I hear you callin' me, Lord knows you love me The Passion of Rule is so real, just lend me your ear You'll feel what I feel, you'll tear when I tear The vision's real clear, just look in my eyes I believe in putting my life in the hands of God For all my niggaz that can't be here For every tear, send me a prayer, I swear [Chorus] [Outro] You know..... I give love to all my niggaz Murder Inc. fam, my nigga Gotti, what up nigga I nigga Prim, we with you niggaz Been with a nigga, roll with a nigga My whole carreer and shit All the fans, fucking with a nigga All my Rocafella, Terror Squad niggaz My Def Jam fam, my Ruff Ryder niggaz Dessert Storm niggaz, Bad Boy niggaz Thugged Out Entertainment niggaz My Slip-n-Slide fam, my Rap-a-Lot mafia niggaz What up Prince? My niggaz from The Source My fam, my nigga Zino, what's happenin' playa Dave. All my niggaz at radio, retail, all the DJ's You know what it is. All my Boston niggaz, Atlanta niggaz All my New York niggaz, what's happenin' you know All my niggaz down in Houston, Primo, down in Detroit All my L.A. niggaz, L.A. My Death Row family What up Suge? All my Miami niggaz, what up Ump My nigga Freddy V, what's happenin' nigga? Cool Joe, Soul, I see you, One Stizzy, what up nigga? My wife, my kids, I know you love me All my gangsta niggaz, all my bitches, hehe..... Rule My nigga Buck from the boards I got my family out here and shit My nigga Burns, L Murda, J.R. Lil' Amber Nothin' but love. My brother Denzel D. what up nigga? My nigga Artie, Den-Ten, Hotzone, what up? My nigga Sun, what up nigga? Fred, what's happenin'? HOLLA Slig, what's goin' on, nigga? O-Easy, my nigga Black Jodi, we here niggaz. Black Child, I see you My nigga Lac, what up Caddy? My nigga Jimi Hendrix, one of the best Lloyd, what happenin' nigga? We been killin' 'em this year, huh? My nigga Gutter, B Gizzy, Ashanti, what up baby girl? C. Gotti what up? My nigga Phanter My Leg Rock family, Jeff Don. All my Hollywood niggaz All my niggaz, my nigga Nicholas, my nigga Todd Short man, Santana the God Wanna give a special shout to the woman who made me Made all this possible, Debra, my moms And the woman who made her, Mary, I love y'all And I know y'all love me too, Rule |
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