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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)
(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)
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 - 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 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 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 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)
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 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 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 Ja Rule - Blood In My Eye (2003)
Yeah, yeah, uh huh
Race against time, ha part two You know, haha, Uh, c'mon Yeah, yeah, yeah, haha Nothin like the future [Verse 1] Guess who's back to personify money, power, and bitches But when bitches been gettin money, that when shit get ridiculous I'm hittin switches like six fo's, bouncin and leanin The west coast seemin, keep the fo' fo' demon And the rock is all stashed up Roll up a little diesel, keep it hashed up Then +Holla, Holla+ at the whores, is hollerin back Let 'em know a few facts like if your ridin, your back's slidin This is the 'Race Against Time' and I ain't got time to waste To give chase, I put a hole in your fin But your head to the barrel like DJ's is spinnin Backward, to blow off the backwood, I'm so hood But what's really hood, when you ain't doin your hood No motherfuckin good, and bein misunderstood I would die if I could, Rule the lion And I'ma keep "ri-da-da-da-da-in" [Chorus] - 2X Race against time, I - can't stop Runnin through the red light - livin my life Even if I'm gettin too hot Still I can't stop - "Ri-da-da-da-din" [Verse 2] Bless the day that the God was born two, twenty-nine, seventy-six This cocaine was heavily mixed And all them niggaz had a fixation for bad reputation For pimpin hoes, and shootin fo, to bring the free basin If this is time erasin, the devil is runnin like Bettis And got his guns out lookin for ways to behead us You can die in a matter of seconds, so I'ma slow it down Turn back the hands of time with the 40 Cal Claimin your style is the realest, so I'ma define the meanin of murder, it's killer You outta your mind, the burner's designed for the fill up No gas, and when I spits like acid Smoke weed, but blow ether, spit ashes Cause young Rule in his prime like 'Clay Cassius' Hated by the masses, but overwhelmed with love and passion For when I die niggaz keep "ri-da-da-da-din" [Chorus] [Verse 3] If Jesus Christ was criticized, then why not me What the fuck am I special, I struck a deal with the devil Haha, every kid a prophet, which one seem like its logic Me in church, or me in bed with bitches managen I can chase like sergeant, addictive like heroin Outsiders just lookin in, through a barrel that's pinned to the peep hole They seein all or nothin like Jazz from Clisco Hit 'em up and let's go, jump over the threshold I just got married to bangin pistol, drugs and other shit Feel in love with a bitch that I call crime She reminded me that nobody can beat time If you get enough of it nigga So I looked her dead in her eyes and pulled the trigger Thinkin that the music we feel would be somethin different But this the same old criminal vibin I ain't hidin, I'ma keep "ri-da-da-da-din" [Chorus] |
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from Ja Rule - Blood In My Eye (2003)
Hello, hello people out there in the world of America!
This is your host, Bobby Creep. I'm here with my special edition, of the lifestyle's of the scared, and famous. I'm here with the worlds most scariest rapper: 50 cent! He's here with six bodyguards, and he has a bulletproof Humbee, Humvee excuse me, Humbee for bombproof that is. And I'm tellin' you, this car is amazing, you have to see it on the streets. It only comes in two colours, gunmetal and black. 50 has gunmetal. |
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from Ja Rule - Blood In My Eye (2003)
[DMX]
URRRRRRR Uh huh Y'all motherfuckers ready or what? Is y'all motherfuckers ready or what? I don't think you are I don't think so! They got my back against the building I'm the villian that's creeping around corners Like shorty you see them niggas creeping around, warn us We might be coming through, gunning through, running through So be careful what you do Or the slugs might come to you As long as I can remeber, the streets have kept me safe And ever since that time in December, the heat's been in my waist I need an extra set of eyes so I keep my dogs with me Doctor says let them die said his fucking dog bit me I don't know whats wrong with me But it seems like since you heard of us Y'all niggas turning into murderers Couldn't fuck with a third of us Still against me And wanting to see me in the box Grilling me all crazy when you see me and the L.O.X. Leave you Red like Foxx Ain't nothing funny about that I see you in a coma, ain't coming up out that You hold on for too long and they ain't pulling the plug for you I'll run up in the joint myself and bust another slug on you It's murda It's murda motherfuckers [Jay-Z] I take a squat then post up with the toast up I bring beef to a closure Know somethin? From cats stackin four-somes I'm loathesome I scream out fuck the world then I throw something Niggas scheming hard but fuck it, it's the god I leave bullets lodged leave you leaning on your broad And our punks leave you gagged up in your car Slumping Kennedy-style with your memory out What the fuck y'all want? Daddio with the calico Let the gaty blow leave you bleeding on your patio I leave rivals on their backs looking up at the sky blue Not only do I leave you I hide you I before you X and Ja-Rule Death before dishonor now and prior to Boss man spy on you Conspire you Me die before you? You liar, you Niggas is dead off the hits I approve Fuck it, I got the feds wearin wired suits Y'all niggas don't listen Whether in streets or in prison When we find them we twist them They fucking up missing Y'all don't understand we want y'all all to hate it It's murda Murder incorporated It's murda In crime we all related It's murda See if y'all can take it [Ja Rule] I'ma murderer and murdering anything that moves Through ya nine niggas Straight do or die niggas Caught up and fall victim to the worst shit X, Jigga, and Ja as expected Shot on the world and reflect it Niggas don't respect it So get it the worst way Fuck with the wolves you get hunted like prey Shot up in broad day Now everybody want you I'm feeling like: stupid didn't the inc. warn you the first time It's murda Whenever you see blood It's murda Lay you down for the love That's us Leave the lights on Knife through your windpipe Cause most of your niggas ain't cut right You thinking it's alright But it ain't I'm paralyzing clowns up and down from the waist Giving niggas facelifts and taking it While making you bleed And if I got a taste of the shit I'm taking more than you need It's nothing but love between me, you, and these slugs Hit him up wrap his body up in a area rug Who holding the heat? Who leaving niggas cold in the street? Y'all know me, ya Co-D, Ja-Rule the O.G. Niggas better watch me closely Get a grip, it's hennessy that fuels all that murderin' shit When I look in the mirror my reflection is killer Jigga, X, Ja niggas It's murda |
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from Ja Rule - R.U.L.E. (2004)
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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from Ashanti - Collectable By Ashanti (2005)
Mmm...mmm...
I'm lookin' in the mirror At this woman down and out She's internally dyin' I know this was not what love's about I don't wanna be this woman The second time around 'Cause I'm wakin' up screamin', no longer believin' That I'm gonna be around And over and over I tried Yet over and over you lied And over and over I cried, And over and over I tried Yet over and over you lied And over and over I cried, yeah I don't know why Rain on me Lord, won't you take this pain from me I don't wanna live, I don't wanna breathe, tell ya just Rain on me Lord, won't you take this pain from me I don't wanna live, I don't wanna breathe See, I don't want to hug my pillow late at night no more I'm tossin' and turnin' and thinkin' 'bout burnin' down these walls I don't wanna fuel this fire no more, no more, no more See, I made up my mind 'cause I've wasted my time Ain't nothin' here to keep me warm And over and over I tried Yet over and over you lied And over and over I cried, And over and over I tried Yet over and over you lied And over and over I cried, I cried, I cried, I cried, I cried, I cried Rain on me Lord, won't you take this pain from me I don't wanna live, I don't wanna breathe, tell ya just Rain on me Lord, won't you take this pain from me I don't wanna live, I don't wanna breathe I'm so tired of the rain In my life And I'm so tired of the strain And now you're gonna lie 'Cause sometimes I can't sleep at night and This here it just don't seem right and Sometimes I just wonder why I Almost let my life go by 'Cause sometimes I can't sleep at night and This here it just don't seem right and Sometimes I just wonder why I Almost let my life go by Rain on me Lord, won't you take this pain from me I don't wanna live, I don't wanna breathe, tell ya just Rain on me Lord, won't you take this pain from me I don't wanna live, I don't wanna breathe Rain on me Lord, won't you take this pain from me I don't wanna live, I don't wanna breathe, tell ya just Rain on me Lord, won't you take this pain from me I don't wanna live, I don't wanna breathe |
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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 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)
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)
It's on and poppin' baby! The Last Temptation! He's Back! Y'all know
who I'm talking bout! *And I know you're gettin bored Dealin with him I know you miss my lovin, my thuggin Thug Lovin' I know you're livin your life, faithfully Safe from me, away from me, but you miss being next to me Don't you-don't let our love haunt you Lust for what you want and go for your guns And back out on anyone tries to interfere or intervene With me peelin your wide body outta them tight jeans Wrist don't freeze, see it's on me, shoes 19 Comin through in that Bentley thang The top of the town, the keys to the city You and I make headlines like Lo, and Diddy Bob and Whitney I'm here cuz the Lord sent me, But I'm real devilish and freak that And freak bad bitches...shit But you-a different story and I know your gettin bored and And he ain't gettin you horny no more, is he? When it's all said and done, it's me Lovin, thuggin and I know you're * Repeat (x2) Sweet thang livin' it Won't you let me let you live it a little bit I know a stressful relationship is hard to deal with But here's how you deal with it On your weekly visits, use a code name To protect the innocent Maybe I'm too generous Generally believin that all women want me They don't wanna get even But who do you believe in? Is it money or God? Betrayal or trust, sustain your vows Secretly or sacred Cuz I love it when you pop your body-body Move your body-body Drink up all the Bacardi And roll up alongside me I love too see you wild and free But occasionally you get cold wet feet And all that it means to me is that you need my heat Cause when it's said and done you're gonna want me Lovin', thuggin' and I know you... * Repeat (x2) Baby, here I'm holdin' your love hostage The ransom for you, sugar, be priceless Cause you been gettin' at me in many a ways Now tell your man to watch his back and duck them strays Cause I been in a rage lately Hopin' God'll forgive me for all the sin and all the woman All the drama I been in and it's just the beginnin' I hope your watching so you could see that nigga ain't built like me!! But we one in the same, that's why we get along Freak off and get it on When we make love lookin' somethin' like soft porn Tell me, baby, do you really wanna go home to him?? But the brightest of your days just goin' look dim Cause you fuckin' with a loser, baby, you can't win When it's said and done you're gonna need me Lovin', thuggin' and I know you.... * Repeat (x2) Yeah, yeah, I.G, Ja Rule B. Brown Murder Inc. Def Jam, Sony This is what we buildin' here Murder Inc. Ha-ha-ha Bobby Brown Murder Ha-ha It's that real Rule, baby Bring it back my, niggaz B. Brown, ha-ha And I know you're gettin' bored Dealin' with him |
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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)
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)
There's no me
In the beginning it was me...Nas - Blasting I stood alone...but now - Blasting Don't you know that I will never leave Murder Inc. Y'all Its Murdah - Niggaz It's over now - get on that right Irv Gotti - Ill Will Baby It's murdah....for life It's murdah My enemies want sorta the same respect I was born with Godson, tatted on my chest its permanent The rap album Anastasia You cowards y'all wanted the crown from the black power man of asia Snap out your dreams and prayers and takin a kings paper Aks another rapper how it feels to lose his whole gangsta (How it feel?) You'z a no namesta - ya little mans no dre You make me upset I might stay (blastin) Inc is the Murder Ill Will merger lip my cash Make sex with yo cast it can't hurt us Phones ringing off the hook Bullshit, Bloomberg calling me Cosby Streets wanna know the cause of that gossip Nas was born in the projects till the coffins drop And the oceans like a Amastad, slave overboating em Its a new day ya shook and scared I'm back wit style South side, queensbridge and the hoods in here *There's no me, without you (Theres no me y'all) I can't be with no child (I.N.C. - Ill will y'all) Know that I can never leave, leave you (It's no me y'all) All I need, need is you There's no me (Ya - you talk to these niggaz gotti) I'm Blastin' I'm Blastin' (What up shook?) And lord knows I DIIIIEEEE Pledge allegience to homicide And murdah be the case when I kill 'em whhhyyyy What the kid a nigga likely startin I'm reguardin to heart its workin - artists is poppin - NIGGAAZZZ And I ain't talkin it from like the better I'm talkin if he was here we'd fuckin ride together And this chick ass nigga with curls bitch dog Get at me dog - Rule nigga the boss True always been a punk now waitin to pity That you running the IG, dying to be me But I pledge I.N.C. and for the love But I'm bleeding in blood and die from high slugs - motherfuckers * Repeat Murdah I.N.C. - You know that I can't see myself With or without you, breathing without you, baby What you done to me, you know that I can't see myself With or without you, breathing without you, baby * Repeat (x3) Blastin' Blastin' Its Murdah!!!! For life |
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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)
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)
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)
"The Warning"
[Ja Rule] Dear god, I'm gonna teach you in this prayer And I thank you for all the food you've given me And all the health and strength And may my family be held safely and strong As well as myself And I thank you for everything you've given me thus far, lord And I beg your forgivness For I sin everyday In your sons name, Christ Jesus Amen [Chorus: Ja Rule] They all want me dead or alive But they'll never take me alive I'll get even before I die Cuz they all want me dead or alive But they'll never take me alive I'll get even before I die Cuz this world wants me...Dead or alive [Ja Rule] Nigga look at what the streets have done to me man Hustlin and strugglin I deserve a better hand Cuz I'm runnin these streets under they say Motherfuckers like you can't relate Cuz you ain't all about the hustling all about the bustin All about the thuggin, baby Never let it go If you gotta die, lie, shake it wit a fo'-fo' Then do so, cuz that's the life you chose Shoul've fallowed the cracks in the road You heart and your soul Cuz if there's one thing I know Good niggaz come and they go Bitch niggaz actin like ho's, merely needed to get treated like one Hope you got yourself a gun niggaz Cuz you know I cock and blow niggaz And if right silent the temp, get on some shit Go on out, six feet deep and slump niggaz Cuz I'm a survivor like Destiny's Children To the day of my demise I'ma ask the lord why [Chorus: Ja Rule] They all want me dead or alive But they'll never take me alive I'll get even before I die Cuz they all want me dead or alive But they'll never take me alive I'll get even before I die Cuz this world wants me...Dead or alive [Ja Rule] Take a look at what this worlds done made me All I really want to do is be happy, and raise my family But I'm strong, motherfuckers can't break me down Niggaz really gonna hate me now As I'm givin a fuck I'm tryna get my life together Shit a nigga can't ride forever Tryna see a hundred mil' or better Befo' I die Don't ask me why, I Got a fasination wit for freak ho's New whips wit two seats and two do's I've been waitin so long to explode Now watch me cock back and unload Bullets goin threw the chest and out the back Shit is usually how the babry acts Now the look in your face is so relaxed Now your family moans and deals wit that But me, I'm a survivor like Destiny's Children Til the day of my demise I'm gonna ask the lord why [Chorus: Ja Rule] They all want me dead or alive But they'll never take me alive I'll get even before I die Cuz they all want me dead or alive But they'll never take me alive I'll get even before I die Cuz this world wants me...Dead or alive [Ja Rule] They all want me...Dead Why the fuck would they want to see me live? So I'm gearin up to get into some shit Niggaz better kiss the wife and kids It's just the way us niggaz live And I run wit real niggaz that run wit big guns That are designed to pop ya lid (Shit) Never met a real nigga I didn't like Never met a bitch nigga that I didn't fight Now niggaz gon get down, and a nigga gon lay down Dependin on how niggaz view life And you'll never look in my eyes And you'll never, ever smile Cuz your high, is comin down And you can't touch me But if you really wanna fuck wit me C'mon and get your heat my niggaz Don't you ever prevoke my niggaz Don't ever doubt this nigga Cuz I'm a survivor like Destiny's Child Til the day of my demise I'm gonna ask the lord why [Chorus: Ja Rule] They all want me dead or alive But they'll never take me alive I'll get even before I die Cuz they all want me dead or alive But they'll never take me alive I'll get even before I die Cuz this world wants me...Dead or alive [Repeat once] |
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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)
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)
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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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 - Blood In My Eye (2003)
I'm about to be on some real murder shit, eh.
I'm telling you man, any nigger that ever looked at me wrong, owes me money, or ever said any jelous bullshit about me is fuckin dead. You understand what the fuck I'm sayin', eh, they fuckin' dead. |
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from Ja Rule - Blood In My Eye (2003)
(feat. Hussein Fatal, Caddillac Tah, James Gotti)
[Intro - Hussein Fatal - talking] [woman - harmonizing in background] Yeah my nigga Rule, Hussein Fatal The outlaw don in this piece motherfucker I want to welcome y'all niggaz back to the streets (it's alright!) You's confused for a minute but here we are My nigga Cad in this motherfucker I got my niggaz man, them bricks (finish bitch!) Ride out nigga Uh, yeah [Break - Ja Rule (Hussein Fatal talks over Break)] The life, the life (the life, the life) The life, the life (the life, the life) The life, the life (the life, the life) [Verse 1 - Ja Rule] Yo, what up world, it's Rule public enemy number one it's cool, my new best friend is my pistol And anybody that want it or got jewels run it and end over your head, don't make me gun butt it Do you like Manolo, put two in your stomach And flash the burner on bitches like stacks of hundreds I'm livin my life (my life), what gets better than ice in hell When you cookin up coke to sell It be the little statistics, some pictures, some prints Some informants to get the operation pitched We enormous, some would say the "Inc." is "Murderous" You don't want us to strap up and bang the strip But if need be, we'll bang out like Bloods and Crips Styrofoam the noozles and extend the clips Murder meets gangsta shit And all my niggaz that live it from hood to hood bang to this, nigga [Chorus #1 - Ja Rule] The life, the life (the life, the life ...) Whether your Blood or cuz we all gangsta The life, the life (the life, the life ...) Whether it's dope or coke we all slang drugs [Verse 2 - Hussein Fatal] I'm the street's poster child I'm supposed to wile With the toast I'm foul My Murder Inc. mob money, Oprah style From here back to the block, they get that green Known to put a hole through a nigga's shoulder soon as the beam glow Probably graze you in the face, give me a break I'ma rapper, out here to stay, don't make me do what I say Just let me say what I do Cause I'ma put it in a rhyme, everytime, about to spray up your crew And I ain't lickin off shots to warn 'em Just a pop swift to the dome, on the real "G-Unit" nigga, glock and all this So believe I'm not the one when it get stupid in the booth I told y'all with Rule it was a gun in this bitch Now I expose how scary you niggaz is And when you want the bis My brick city outlaws' a bury you niggaz I'm so cool, when I ain't doin my numbers Let the ... [Verse 3 - Caddillac Tah] Okay, motherfuckers when the bounce came to your waist and shells get to droppin you better duck, and get up poppin Don't get left with the cops Gangsta, yeah, put that work in Put a nigga dick in the dirt Lace shots to the face Hopin it shut case, John Doe Unidentified, I always hit 'em high when I dump and let it fly Now once with 45 nigga I had a picture on top of the coffin Murder Inc. bosses [Chorus #2 - Ja Rule] The life, the life (the life, the life ...) Whether your Blood or cuz we all gangsta The life, the life (the life, the life ...) Whether it's dope or coke we all slang drugs The life, the life (the life, the life ...) Whether your hoein or stuck up, we're still gon' fuck The life, the life (the life, the life ...) Niggaz don't want it with us, cause it's Murder [Verse 4 - James Gotti] Okay you hard as fuck but when the slug hit, you dead if your name ain't armored truck Murder Inc., Outlawz and the Floys is here Bang, bang, shoot 'em up, cowboys is near Stampedin anythin in our way, we'll attract war If your smart you'll slide over like handicap doors I ain't a killer, I just spark a lot So when I squeeze I'm turnin your whole block to a parking lot Understand I'm the grimy Floy Wanna trip to death then try me for it Crazy since '94, that's why cats don't hang around me like Chinese stores One step ahead of you, get more guys You strapped with four fours, we pack four fives Fuck talk get the chalk out You'll be lucky if your able to crawl or walk out [Verse 5 - Ja Rule] I'm in the pop life so when I pop up in your life, and I pop twice Get down, I spits more than rounds and niggaz bleed heavier than hoes on they period This sound gotta movin "Faster Than Furious" But nah I ain't Ludacris I'm here to let y'all niggaz know I ain't new to this Gun butt your bitch That's the way I get down, believe my style is Murder Clap a nigga, dipped and hide the burner The rule to learn ya bomb ya like embalmin fluid Until your limbs feel a loss of movement In the hospital in critical livin Must minimal (who done it?) it's Murder Yeah, that's subliminal Who gets down and bangs with nothin but criminals (c'mon, c'mon) Rule nigga you know it, these others cats is pitiful Bein a rap God is spiritual Your God is Ja Rule nigga let's not get it confused, haha [Chorus #2] The life, the life [echo] |
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from Ja Rule - Blood In My Eye (2003)
Yeah, yeah.. haha yeah!
I gotta get my headphones 헤드폰 빨리 찾아야겠군 All my gangsta niggaz is in the building on this one! 내 갱스터 친구들이 이것 때문에 다 하나로 뭉쳤어! You know! Yeah yeah ya know 알잖아! Yeah yeah 알잖아 It's real!! Hussein what's happ'nin nigga? 진짜야!! Hussein 거기 무슨 일 있어? I see you, aight Shadow what's poppin BLAT!! 니가 보이는군, Shadow 어떻게 지내!! Haha haha, yeah my nigga O-1 in the motherfucking house 하하하하, 그래 내 친구 O-1도 빌어먹을 이곳에 Jody in the house (Jody Mack!) Jody도 이곳에 (Jody Mack!) My nigga Cadillac, Gotti what up!?! 내 친구 Cadillac, Gotti 안녕!?! Blackchild what up!?! Blackchild 안녕!?! I'd like to welcome all my niggaz 내 모든 친구들, 세계적으로 유명한 To the world famous Murda Inc. Show Murda Inc. Show에 온 걸 환영한다 Big shout to all my Queens niggaz in Staten Island Queens에, 감옥에 갇혀있는 내 친구들에게도 인사 Niggaz in Uptown, niggaz in Brooklyn niggaz Uptown 친구들, Brooklyn 친구들 All my Bronx niggaz yeah, all my Jersey niggaz! you know? Bronx 친구들, jersey 친구들! 알잖아? We doing it real big right here! all my money niggaz 이번 껀 진짜 큰거야! 내 모든 돈줄들 This shit commentated on the one's and two's! 이건 생중계도 되고 있다고! They call me the Mighty Rule! how ya living? 모두 날 위대한 Rule이라고 부르지! 니 인생은 어때? This real shit we talking 우리가 얘기하는 건 오직 진실된 것 I wanna ask all my gangsta niggaz a real question (holla back) 일단 내 갱스터 친구들에게 묻고 싶은게 있어 (대답해줘) What do you do - when niggaz spit at you?! 다른 놈들이 너한테 시비를 걸 때 - 넌 어떻게 하지?! [Chorus - Ja Rule] Clap back, we gon' clap back 반격, 우린 반격할거야 We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back 우린 반격할거야, 우린 반격할거야 (Let's take 'em to war niggaz!) (전쟁을 벌여보자!) We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back 우린 반격할거야, 우린 반격할거야 We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back 우린 반격할거야, 우린 반격할거야 (Let's take 'em to war niggaz) (전쟁을 벌여보자!) We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back 우린 반격할거야, 우린 반격할거야 We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back 우린 반격할거야, 우린 반격할거야 (Let's take 'em to war niggaz!) (전쟁을 벌여보자!) We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back 우린 반격할거야, 우린 반격할거야 We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back 우린 반격할거야, 우린 반격할거야 (Let's take 'em to war niggaz) (전쟁을 벌여보자!) We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back 우린 반격할거야, 우린 반격할거야 [Verse 1 - Ja Rule] Fuck if they holl'in about Rule nigga, here's the real 나한테 소리치는 놈들 다 좇까, 여기 진짜 얘기 I'll pop ya top like Champagne bottles that chill 니 머리를 시원한 샴페인 코르크 마개처럼 뽑아버리겠어 Wear nothing but ice, smiles tinted up to The Greatest 내가 입은 건 보석 뿐, 미소는 위대한 이의 표정 그대로 Tell em I'm nice too, plus push them nice grooves 난 멋있기까지 하고, 멋있는 음악을 쏟아내지 The Inc roll like duece man, I'm ol' G Bobby J Inc는 거침없이 나가, 난 갱스터 Bobby J And we sling at soccer fields the yay 우린 축구장에서 놀듯이 돌아다녀 They don't respect that, don't get your minds around 아무도 이걸 존중 안하지, 괜히 집중 풀지마 You'll get it pushed back, y'all don't want that 그럼 저 뒤로 밀쳐질테니, 그걸 원하진 않잖아? I send em to the morgue while keepin my bitches bouncin fa sho 내 여자들이 춤출 때 난 적들을 시체 공시장으로 보내 "In Da Club" with no gun, got em taking it off 총 없이 "클럽에 들어가", 뺏어서 내 것으로 하지 Can't help that, I'm the nigga that puts it down 어쩔 수 없어, 난 거침없는 사내 Once I hit that, that's if I'm up in the May (bach) 내가 시작하면, 특히 Maybach에 있을때 그래 Fasten them holding the throwback, West 44 Lakers 티셔츠를 잡고 West 44 Lakers 신발끈을 조여 Let's make no mistakes, resents take place 실수는 없다, 복수가 자리할 뿐 What's the procedure with a gun in your face 총을 니 얼굴에 겨눴으니 그 다음은 뭐지? When you got one in your waist, let's cock back nigga air out the space! 허리에 총이 하나 있다면, 그럼 장전을 해봐, 여기서 나가자고! (C'mon!) We gon' (빨리!) 우린 [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Ja Rule] The Rule be "In Da Club" rude motherfucker poppin the bubbly The Rule은 "클럽에 들어가" 버릇없는 놈들이 술을 마시고 있군 When shit get ugly I hug the snub closely 상황이 추해지면 난 여자를 더 가까이 끌어안아 But usually we still see your bitches 하지만 보통 니 여자도 꼬시지 Thats is known for quick shit, trying to ride my dick 아주 빨리 처리되기로 유명해, 그쪽에서 내게 달라붙지 I can't handle it, lower their manners 어쩔 수 없어, 매너 같은 것도 없어 To get they ass infront of my dick to dance, the bitch want more chance 엉덩이를 내 거시기 앞으로 가져와 춤을 추네, 기회를 바라는거지 Catching hate from a glance, but I'm a giant 질투하는 시선들을 느끼지만, 나는 거인 These niggaz is mere ants, I'll stomp 'em wit his thang 이놈들은 그냥 개미, 거리낌 없이 밟아주지 Give bitches the back hand, pimp shit, it's not realistic 여자들의 엉덩이에 손을, 멋쟁이처럼, 현실적이진 않지 The game is helpless, let's not get it twisted 이 게임은 어쩔 수 없어, 헷갈리지마 I'm young, wrapped, and gifted, but still at the bottom 난 어리고, 무장되어있고, 재능이 있지만, 밑바닥 인생 And stuck somewhere between Gomorrah and Saddam 소돔과 고모라 사이 어딘가에 쳐박혀있어 I'm here to make this rap shit hotter than Harlem 난 여기서 랩을 할렘보다 뜨겁게 만들려고 해 Fuck the Dog beware of Rule, cause I'm the problem Dog(DMX?)는 됐어 Rule을 조심해, 내가 문제아니까 What's the procedure with a gun in your face 총을 니 얼굴에 겨눴으니 그 다음은 뭐지? When you got one in your waist, let's cock back nigga air out the space! 허리에 총이 하나 있다면, 그럼 장전을 해봐, 여기서 나가자고! (C'mon!) We gon' (빨리!) 우린 [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Ja Rule] Like Bush and Saddam, I'm a find out Bush와 Saddam처럼, 난 찾아내겠어 Where Em Laden's hiding and bomb him first Em Laden이 숨어있는 곳을, 그리고 폭탄을 떨어뜨리지 It could be much worse, I could be hotter than yo scrubs 더 나빠질 수 있어, 니네 친구들보단 더 뜨거울걸 Mask and glove, gun hot from burnin ass up 마스크와 장갑, 총은 너무 뜨거워서 엉덩이를 데네 I'd rather be bossed up, wit a bunch of broads 난 여자를 많이 옆에 낀 보스가 되고 싶어 The preachers daughter screaming out "Fuck the law!" 목사의 딸도 외치지 "법 같은 거 엿먹어!" I play a struck chord, wit the Christians 크리스천과 함께 강한 코드를 연주해 But y'all got the freakiest bitches out of all the religions 허나 너네들은 괴짜 여자들의 종교를 잃게 만드네 And God gave me his blessings to handle my business 신은 내 일을 처리할 수 있게 축복을 내게 내렸지 All these wanksta snitches, let the nina blow kisses 가짜 갱스터 좀도둑들, 총이 키스를 보낸다 If she some how misses, he gon' meet the mistress 어쩌다가 빗나가면, 더 강력한 총을 만날걸 And "Clap that boy" like Birdman and Clipse 그럼 Birdman과 Clipse처럼 "그놈을 잡는거지" I got these niggaz all over my dick, like hoes 여자처럼 내게 달라붙으려고 하는 놈들 I'm the star at these shows, I must be as hot as they come 나는 이 쇼에서 스타, 가능한 더 화끈해져야해 What's the procedure with a gun in your face 총을 니 얼굴에 겨눴으니 그 다음은 뭐지? When you got one in your waist, let's cock back nigga air out the space! 허리에 총이 하나 있다면, 그럼 장전을 해봐, 여기서 나가자고! (C'mon!) We gon' (빨리!) 우린 [Chorus] [Outro] [Ja Rule] Yeah, my nigga 'Zino in this motherfucker 그래, 내 친구 Benzino가 여기 있어 [Benzino] That's how we do it, know what I mean 이렇게 우린 하지, 뭔지 알지? [Benzino] Buck '89 what's up baby, I see you 89년 식으로, 안녕 친구, 모습이 보이는군 [Ja Rule] Break 'em down nigga! break 'em down! 부숴버려! 부숴버려! [Benzino] Bring them birds, in the motherfucking house 이곳으로 여자들도 다 데려와 [Benzino] It's not a game no mo' 이젠 게임이 아냐 [Ja Rule] Queens in this motherfucker Queens가 이 안에 있지 [Benzino] You know 알잖아 [Ja Rule] All my Jersey niggaz, all my Boston niggaz 내 Jersey 친구들, 내 Boston 친구들 [Ja Rule] All my Brooklyn niggaz, Brooklyn sir what up! 내 Brooklyn 친구들, Brooklyn 안녕! [Ja Rule] Haha, yeah, holla at me man 하하, yeah, 내게 소리쳐봐 |
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from Ja Rule - Blood In My Eye (2003)
[Chorus 1 Sizzla] [Ja Ad'Lib]
They can't keep a good man down (yeah) All these people smile, but they won't me to frown Gettin' by when I shot 'em nine rounds They will never ever take my crown (let's get to the song) Thinkin they know, but no man will touch Things gettin' better when I thought it would get worse Here comes an officer who askin' for a search Found a weapon it's up to me to clap first [Ja Rule Verse1] I know y'all niggaz is second guessin' the state I'm in Bitch, I'm in to makin' hit records that spin like rims So when "Flex" get it, he bomb it once, shit bomb it twice New York city pop your thoughts, turn off your lights And "50" you have it, cause when Rule' spit to the masses I got yo attention like J-Lo's ass [Jamacian Talking And Shot's Fired] [Ja Rule Verse 2] I know y'all niggaz is second guessin' the state I'm in Bitch, I'm in to makin' hit records that spin like rims So when "Flex" get it, he bomb it once, shit bomb it twice New York city pop your thoughts, turn off your lights And "50" you have it, cause when Rule' spit to the massed I got yo attention like J-Lo's ass And if it's pussy we talkin' I come to smash em' Personal foul like cole, when I sexual harass em' Cause bitches want you beat it with passion Niggaz want to you to clip up and clap em' And hide the body like nuthin' happened Niggaz need to get they money and stick to rappin' Or end up like one of the Jackson's beware of your actions Cause you don't wanna meet that desert e' With that hair pin trigger so easy to squeeze And no matter how you cut me I'm always chesse Like "Black" said, It's a hundred niggaz, seventy degrees muthafucka' [Chorus] [Ja Rule Verse 3] You know they can't keep a real nigga down (no) Not what they niggaz can even wash up it's federal Comin and puttin snicthes on a pedestal, glorify Had to put niggaz in jail fo' life, ain't no blood in they eye But who, Ja' bless 'em with tha sizzla touch Thing's gettin better when they thought it would get worse I bomb first, and breath in the heat, knowin to hell I send em' And I ain't talkin' devils or demons, just be happy ya breathin And cowards go to hiccupin' and sneezin' leavin every soul cold, and bodies never a day old Drving down on a yayo and dump it, like fuck it Niggaz addict to hutslin, no one can ever be trusted who told the feds' to rush ya Why you fishin' in darken looking for sharks to wise Coast to coast man Just look around Rule' will never back down And y'all can never ever take my crown (niggaz) [Chorus w/Ja Talkin (Till chorus fades)] Yeah, Yeah, That's what the fuck I'm sayin.. Talk to 'em baby Tell theses niggaz, what these niggaz know? You know niggaz, no man touch this muthfucka right here (Ya hear me?) Niggaz going in they dreams to fuck with me, b Murder inc (shit) Holla Murder inc... yeah murder inc.. It's murder inc... we do this shit, we do this thang' This thang called... this thang we call drugs nigga in the booth... lyrically I get's the job done you know me baby Holla back, Rule |
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from Ja Rule - Blood In My Eye (2003)
[Verse 1: Ja Rule]
First off fuck the snitch and that unit he claim Fuck Dre partial, and Eminem Plus the world heard it before, they tired of them And they waiting for that thug shit from Rule' again And Proof can bomb Proof your hummer then Put a vest on yourself and your chilld-ren Teacher be scared of death of them muderin' Niggaz that like to put holes through chins' In case y'all don't know about my savages They'll kidnap you kid's, put em over a bridge Got em'reminiscing to N-O-T-O-R-I-O-U-S you just lay down slow I blaze out in the six while letting the fifth go I think "Big" as if I was wanted on deathrow We tha world famous, murder inc we infamious Fo' making bangers, and bangin' hammers shit [Chorus - Ja Rule And Black Child] [Ja] Thing's Gon' Change [Black] I ain't gonna lie when the heat wave high everbody gotta die [Ja] Thing's Gon' Change [Black] You better believe it, we stoppin' niggaz from breathin, poppin niggaz then leavin' [Ja] Thing's Gon' Change [Black] One way or another, we gangsta's from the gutta, we shot ya then cut cha' [Ja] Thing's Gon' Change [Black] Ja, you ain't never lie when the heat wave high everybody gotta die [Verse 2: Black Child] As I sit back relax, cuttin' crack loadin' gats I think about these sexy rappers that I wanna clap I'll probably go to jail fo' sending "50" to hell If I lay banks down yayo going down Fatal' will help him write his raps in brown Black Child is Black now, Rule is crack sells "IG" nigga the boss of all bosses making money off music, murder, and torture Who got what it cost for a coffin Nigga you a dead man walking, this is extortion We organized crime everybody's crying While all of ya'll dying when the ian's stary flyin' Down the public, wanna polly about peace Well fuck peace cause this nigga half police And Black child is half man half beast And I'm a give all ya'll niggaz a half a clip a piece [Chorus] [Verse 3: Young Merc] It's time to address the public niggaz is frontin like when we see them we ain't dumpin' Shot's tryin lay something down, homie it's nothin' When you dealin' with real gangstas that a pop and erase ya, my dog's ain't playin man Whenever we see you we leaving you there And ain't no aftermath when our shot's flare Nigga we get it poppin' bang like crip's and blood's And ain't shit change I still keep a bandana and pack gun's nigga [Verse 4: D.O. Cannons] You better watch you mouth, fo' I rip yo face off And everybody you with gonna jet the fuck off You's ain't gansta, you sweet as ducksauce D' plays no games, pop the fuck off O' you want war, everybody gonna get clipped the fuck off everybody know you block is buzzed off We got big ball's, pay off ten fo' walk with the fifth ball Bangin on Crenshaw [Chorus X2] |
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from Ja Rule - Blood In My Eye (2003)
Hello, hello people out there in the world of America!
This is your host, Bobby Creep. I'm here with my special edition, of the lifestyle's of the scared, and famous. I'm here with the worlds most scariest rapper: 50 cent! He's here with six bodyguards, and he has a bulletproof Humbee, Humvee excuse me, Humbee for bombproof that is. And I'm tellin' you, this car is amazing, you have to see it on the streets. It only comes in two colours, gunmetal and black. 50 has gunmetal. |
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from Ja Rule - Blood In My Eye (2003)
(feat. Hussein Fatal)
[Intro Hussein Fatal] And what ever it is then that's what is gonna be nigga Hussein Fatal, the outlaw don, "Blood In My Eyes" Shyea', Triple O stand up, Got your mind's back right Jerse's mobbin' these cowards all the time You know gunning them down, Every thing like that Smooth stayin' forty below on these cowards, early nigga Outlaw status only got these niggaz on freeze Get down and lay down, Draw heat and protect your self Rule' holla at yo' peoples nigga.. [Verse 1 Ja Rule] For now on call me the don, and bicthes call me don da da Where ever I go niggaz soon to follow' Like when I dropped my first joint making the world "Holla" I kept it "Between Me And You" Cause that what real street niggaz do "Put it on Me, cause even thugs get lonely Sometimes "I Cry", fo' niggaz I'm a baptized when will they realize I "Live It Up" cop tha coke sell it and re' it up I'm "Always On Time" got bitches "Memsmerize" from the "Thug Lovin" load the clip cock back the nine, open mouth shove it look in his eyes, and squeeze like fuck it And just to think my niggaz do this shit for nuthin' When my wild Rule' thuggins, lookin' to get a come up Come on in and catch the angel that's all in Call me Lord remis' my time, and I'll arrive with Blood in my eyes [Hussein Fatal Talking] That's what real niggaz do u know We hold it down for each other We don't waste time we get it done Why not, Why would'nt we, you know That what goes down you know You draw yours, I draw mine Who ever get the drop that what it is The object is to get it done, let's go it's nuthin' (Yo) [Verse 2 Ja Rule] Fuck tha world and niggaz that proceed to run it Rule' for prez cause I'm one of the best that done it On the M-I, these niggaz spittin' semi, to get by But never really get right, livin off of the hit I "DMX" was my dog, but now we just dog fight Sucking on glass dicks, calling them crack pipes And I'm hearin' you letting yo' health slide these days And yo lady's dicked up, and you contracted to aids Who the fuck you callin' gay nigga, must a been talk to Em' and "Dre", nigga, pour out a little liqour And rest in peace to "Tupac Shakur", cause you let us know that Dre was a queer before And "Marshall" how dare you use his name in vain Son of a panther, you'll never understand his pain But you do understand trailer parks and cocaine Disrespcting your mother what fuckin part of the game is that man , I guess this world need change so we got it, and now I gotta put 'em in the grave Red, guide 'em before they put us in the cage Rule' and Gotti america's most wanted to many.. Come and get me!!! (Pretty soon ya gonna pay) |
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from Ja Rule - Blood In My Eye (2003)
[DMX]
URRRRRRR Uh huh Y'all motherfuckers ready or what? Is y'all motherfuckers ready or what? I don't think you are I don't think so! They got my back against the building I'm the villian that's creeping around corners Like shorty you see them niggas creeping around, warn us We might be coming through, gunning through, running through So be careful what you do Or the slugs might come to you As long as I can remeber, the streets have kept me safe And ever since that time in December, the heat's been in my waist I need an extra set of eyes so I keep my dogs with me Doctor says let them die said his fucking dog bit me I don't know whats wrong with me But it seems like since you heard of us Y'all niggas turning into murderers Couldn't fuck with a third of us Still against me And wanting to see me in the box Grilling me all crazy when you see me and the L.O.X. Leave you Red like Foxx Ain't nothing funny about that I see you in a coma, ain't coming up out that You hold on for too long and they ain't pulling the plug for you I'll run up in the joint myself and bust another slug on you It's murda It's murda motherfuckers [Jay-Z] I take a squat then post up with the toast up I bring beef to a closure Know somethin? From cats stackin four-somes I'm loathesome I scream out fuck the world then I throw something Niggas scheming hard but fuck it, it's the god I leave bullets lodged leave you leaning on your broad And our punks leave you gagged up in your car Slumping Kennedy-style with your memory out What the fuck y'all want? Daddio with the calico Let the gaty blow leave you bleeding on your patio I leave rivals on their backs looking up at the sky blue Not only do I leave you I hide you I before you X and Ja-Rule Death before dishonor now and prior to Boss man spy on you Conspire you Me die before you? You liar, you Niggas is dead off the hits I approve Fuck it, I got the feds wearin wired suits Y'all niggas don't listen Whether in streets or in prison When we find them we twist them They fucking up missing Y'all don't understand we want y'all all to hate it It's murda Murder incorporated It's murda In crime we all related It's murda See if y'all can take it [Ja Rule] I'ma murderer and murdering anything that moves Through ya nine niggas Straight do or die niggas Caught up and fall victim to the worst shit X, Jigga, and Ja as expected Shot on the world and reflect it Niggas don't respect it So get it the worst way Fuck with the wolves you get hunted like prey Shot up in broad day Now everybody want you I'm feeling like: stupid didn't the inc. warn you the first time It's murda Whenever you see blood It's murda Lay you down for the love That's us Leave the lights on Knife through your windpipe Cause most of your niggas ain't cut right You thinking it's alright But it ain't I'm paralyzing clowns up and down from the waist Giving niggas facelifts and taking it While making you bleed And if I got a taste of the shit I'm taking more than you need It's nothing but love between me, you, and these slugs Hit him up wrap his body up in a area rug Who holding the heat? Who leaving niggas cold in the street? Y'all know me, ya Co-D, Ja-Rule the O.G. Niggas better watch me closely Get a grip, it's hennessy that fuels all that murderin' shit When I look in the mirror my reflection is killer Jigga, X, Ja niggas It's murda |
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from Ja Rule - R.U.L.E. (2004)
[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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from Ja Rule - R.U.L.E. (2004)
(feat. Black Child)
[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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from Ja Rule - R.U.L.E. (2004)
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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from Ja Rule - R.U.L.E. (2004)
[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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from Ja Rule - R.U.L.E. (2004)
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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from Ja Rule - R.U.L.E. (2004)
[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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from Ja Rule - R.U.L.E. (2004)
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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from Ja Rule - R.U.L.E. (2004)
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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from Ja Rule - R.U.L.E. (2004)
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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from Ja Rule - R.U.L.E. (2004)
[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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from Ja Rule - R.U.L.E. (2004)
[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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from Ja Rule - R.U.L.E. (2004)
[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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from Ja Rule - R.U.L.E. (2004)
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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from Ja Rule - R.U.L.E. (2004)
(feat. Lloyd)
[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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from Ja Rule - R.U.L.E. (2004)
[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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from Ja Rule - R.U.L.E. (2004)
[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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from Ja Rule - Exodus (2005)
I know you niggaz ain't fuckin' with me
[Hook] How dare these niggaz try to fuckin hate on me Come out and make records sound just like me But nobody does this here quite like me Now let me tell a little something 'bout me Pops tags, things fresh to death like me Who pulls more whips out the stash than me Y'all bitches wanna ride, c'mon it's on me I guess it's my time, all eyes is on me [Verse one] Man everybody wanna rhyme like Rule, sing like Rule Talk some shit to get they name on the news Papers, haters never pay they dues Always got to be in somebdy shoes Walk with me, or ride this on Bentley With the rims you can sit in Or the Enzo with them TV's that's hidden I stay in menages with various women Huh, I'm just kiddin' that's not how I'm livin' The realest, the nigga in the realest state I got real estates in different states, go figure Cause I ain't singing you'se a +Gold Digger+ But bitches, +you ain't fuckin' with no broke niggaz+ That's why I ride, ain't you see I put you on the CLS We on the point your voice sound like sex, yes There's no real way to stop me, that's why y'all copy I know you niggaz ain't fuckin' with me [Hook] [Verse two] Yea, I know, one more gin, bitch you better come on in Relax a while, sip on hypno and henn I like your style, you're so old school In them Sasson Vidals, fiftyfour eleven Reebok classics Remind me of '87 when Niggaz was playing with blocks like little kids and Even though we men we still big wheelin' Still cop cribs, six beds, four baths, high ceilings All of the art of drug-dealin' cause every mil Is two for me, when it's all tax-free Pray for God's children, all except for me I'mma walk in the path the Lord has paved for me One foot at a time, niggaz follow my footsteps Put the world on my shoulders, leave one set of footprints Man, y'all motherfuckers can't stop me, that's why y'all copy I know you niggaz ain't fuckin' with me [Hook] [Verse three] I know what niggaz to do right, can't do no wrong And everything's alright, then lyrically goes wrong No part to piss in, no shoulder to cry on You get to thinkin' why can't we let by-gones be by-gones Rule the icon, who killed the industry like iPods Had these niggaz runnin' like track stars Except runnin' backwards when I sit back rollin' the backwoods Loadin' my trey-duece for them niggaz that act hood Ridin' my six-duece uptown, I'm so hood Bitches love the coupes when them doors swing upwards Money long, I'm putting from the green like T-Woods ?? is not to be confused with white good White gold should never be percieved as platinum And cubic-zirconia never gon' shine like diamonds Cause, no matter how hard they copy, they still not me Y'all bitch niggaz ain't fuckin' with me [Hook] |
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from Ja Rule - Exodus (2005)
IT'S MURDA! Yeah yeah, Hova Hova We takin over soldier, told ya it's murdaa I'm here for that paper playa, fuck one time I'm here ta break ya playa one nine Make ya scream and holla partner When I block ya partner When I squeeze niggaz breathe like ahh-hah, ahh-hah We the realest niggaz we killaz niggaz We Murderers, feel us? Vita Vita to all of my bitches that's ready to flip dollars dollars Lemme hear you holla holla Gunshots pop up like it's murda Ja's a murdera I'm the murderous bitch Semi semi automatic in my Fendi Fendi bag for any any hoes feelin envy envy if you choose to but I got some killers that'll bury and use you It's murda!! Nigga we do this for the doe doe, hurtin hurtin Y'all niggaz is curtains curtains When the pound kick, round spit hit the ground quick Playa playa I hate a hater whose flow flow is so-so Midget niggaz who grow slow Fire fire when I spit, full clip Niggaz wet em wet em whoever holdin the coke we'll dead em dead em All my thug niggaz and thug bitches This all it takes for paper if you feelin me (holla holla) All my niggaz thats ready to get (dollars dollars) Bitches know who can get em a little (hotta hotta) Come on, if you rollin wit me (follow follow) It's murda.. Yeah, yeah Niggaz neva neva, seen a killa like Bleek You could get it get it in a second on these streets Now it's Memphis Memphis and my gun bust tremendous You aint you aint on my dick shorty but yo friend is It's murda murda for life Me and Ja nigga hold that hold that Niggaz ain't ready to die with us get it get it Make em feel it feel it all 16 comin from my .45 digits Make you holla black cal is all about a dolla Dollars dollars nigga I'm from homocide Hollis Hate hoes that love to swallow swallow We original robbers robbers wit revolvers Sippin Henny and Remi and Remi wit any Wit Tah spittin the semi spittin the semi In any anybody could spit it spit it e but can he live it live it It's murda motherfucker don't forget it! Murda murda, yo, yo-yo yo Now what you 'bout to do? Lay you out on a stretcher I betcha that when I get ya I'll make y'all niggaz leak from my lyrical lecture and treasure the moment feel pleasure from when I wet ya (WHAT!) Split ya cardiovascular up from the bullets we sent ya Listen we dishin our flava we cookin da kitchen (what!) Like we cookin and breakin our la-ast pot we got to piss in I'm bout to cop an ounce of weed (how many wanna chip in?!) And get a bunch of wild murderin niggaz time is all we need to be flippin Neva eva before fore Whatever reason you think you law Lord tell em I'ma nigga that clip it cock it and dead em I'ma behead em for no flow, wet em if they dry slow Funny style niggaz I'll lift like lo-lo's Then pimp yo broke hoes (whoa!) I'ma I'ma pop pop and leave leave niggaz gagged and shot Why why the fuck not I'm a Murderer murderin any and everything that's in my way holla holla |
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from Ja Rule - Exodus (2005)
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 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) 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 Log on Fatal.com, 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 - Exodus (2005)
Where would I be without my baby The thought alone might break me And I don't wanna go crazy But every thug needs a lady 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) When you cry who wipes your tears When you scared, who's telling you there's nothin to fear 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 (uh) I only think about you (yeah) I know you're tired of being lonely (lonely) So baby girl put it on me (put it on me) Yo, and I appreciate the rocks and gifts that you cop me baby And that house on the hill when you drop like 80 On a down payment thinking damn ain't life gravy And ever since for my honey I been twice the lady What would I do without the nights that you kept me warm When this cold world had a girl caught in a storm 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 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 Heart from the heart, knew that it would last forever When you told me, you would never leave me lonely So baby boy put it on me 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 (baby) And you complete me, and I would die if you ain't wit me So baby girl put it on me Where would I be without you (uh) I only think about you (yeah) I know you're tired of being lonely (lonely) So baby girl put it on me (put it on me) Where would I be without you (uh) I only think about you (yeah) I know you're tired of being lonely (lonely) So baby girl put it on me (put it on me) - |
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from Ja Rule - Exodus (2005)
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 Martin Let's get the party Cracking right here fuck V I P Now when my baby loves me Home wit tears in her eyes And when I get in I hurt her more by tellin her lies She ain't surprise at me Just surprised that we Been together for this long And I can be The one to mistreat her Thought it last forever Cuz if I cry you cry We cry together 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 From what I recall we was little niggas Cuttin school gettin high wit da hottest bitches Livin life so free That we ain't fearin The ills of the world In heat of drug dealin You and I then made a killin And tuck together I this land of forbidden treasure Love is the only evil seed that could sever A tied this close Not the love between us but your love for the dough You went OT started makin M O N E Why All my good niggas gotta die But shit could last forever I wish death was pleasure Cuz when you die I cried we cried together 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 Wash away your tears my love You ain't gotta 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 cuz the nigga died happily My momma warned me life was a muthafucka But I ignored the warning and kept on hustlin And every night she just looked at me Tears in her eyes and they be saying shit like I don't want me baby to die Brought so much pain into a life Gotta make it better Cuz when ma cried I cried We cried together 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 You cry then I cry Then we cry When he cries I cry together together When I cry then you cry Then we'll cry together Baby cuz when Ja cries Mo cries We'll cry together If he cry I'll cry Then we'll cry together |
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from Ja Rule - Exodus (2005)
Yeah yeah yeah We all my Yeah C'mon c'mon uh To all 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 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 Half the hoes hate half them love The ones that hate me only hate '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 What do I do To all my niggas that 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 My love for you just wanna hold the name exactly to 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 Plus I freaks off like o dog in love jones Been in many zones baby one hoes two hoes From prissy bitches to hoes that do porno 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 cut and I'll open it up On the freeway dick in her mouth foot on the clutch Rule bitch not givin' a do I do To all my niggas that 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 My love for you C'mon we get ride C'mon we get live Live yo' life Love you so sexy I just want you next to me Your whole vibe like you high on Extasy nuttin but a e thang bay bay I know that pussy wet like crazy I wanna feel your passion come when you askin Laugh when you cry cry when you laughin' But ain't nothin' happenin' The bitch got a little too high Licked up my thigh then started crackin The radio blastin between me and you But you ain't on the low with that freak shit you do Girl I thought you knew What you do know I know what you do Cause its aint a good night if the head aint right like Teddy P let's Turn Off The Light And grind it out takin' no times out 'Til the sun come out do I do To all my niggas that 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 My love for you 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 My love for you C'mon we get ride C'mon we get live it's my time |
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from Ja Rule - Exodus (2005)
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 - Exodus (2005)
[Ja Rule and (Bobby Brown)]
What up, Gotti, yeah This is how it’s goin’ down (All we need is a a stage, God) Ha-ha, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, come on, ha-ha-ha) It’s on and poppin’, baby The Last Temptation, ha-ha He’s back Y’all know who I’m talkin’ bout Turn the world over, B. Brown Come on, come on [Chorus- B.Brown] I know you’re gettin’ bored Dealin’ with him I know you miss my lovin’, my thuggin’ Thug Lovin’ (2X) And I know you’re gettin’ bored [Ja Rule] I know you’re livin’ your life faithfully, safely, away from me But you miss bein’ next to me, don’t you? Don’t let her love haunt you, lust for what you wanted Go for your guns and back out on anyone who tries to interfere or intervene on me Peelin’ your wide body out of them tight jeans Wrist on freeze, see it’s on me Shoes 19, comin’ through in that new Bentley thing From town to town and city to city You and I make headlines like Lo and Diddy and Bob and Whitney It appears the Lord sent me a down But I’m real devilish and freak that Forget the story, I know you’re gettin’ bored And that boy ain’t gettin’ you horny no more, is he?? Cause when it’s all said and done, it’s me Lovin’, thuggin’ and I know you... [Chorus] And I know you’re gettin’ bored [Ja Rule] Sweet thing livin’ it Won’t you let me let you live it a little bit I know a stressful relationship is hard to deal with But here’s how to deal with it On your weekly visits Use a code name to protect the innocent Maybe I’m true generous Generally believin’ that all women want me They don’t wanna get even But who do you believe in Is it money or God Betrayal or trust, sustain your vows Secretly or sacred Cause I love it when you rock your body-body Move your body-body Drink up on the Bacardi And roll up along side me I love to see you wild and free But occasionally you get cold wet feet And all that it means to me is that you need my heat Cause when it’s said and done you’re gonna want me Lovin’, thuggin’ and I know you... [Chorus] And I know you’re gettin’ bored [Ja Rule] Baby, here I’m holdin’ your love hostage The ransom for you, sugar, be priceless Cause you been gettin’ at me in many a ways Now tell your man to watch his back and duck them strays Cause I been in a rage lately Hopin’ God’ll forgive me for all the sin and all the woman All the drama I been in and it’s just the beginnin’ I hope your watching so you could see that nigga ain’t built like me!! But we one in the same, that’s why we get along Freak off and get it on When we make love lookin’ somethin’ like soft porn Tell me, baby, do you really wanna go home to him?? But the brightest of your days just goin’ look dim Cause you fuckin’ with a loser, baby, you can’t win When it’s said and done you’re gonna need me Lovin’, thuggin’ and I know you.... [Chorus] And I know you’re gettin’ bored [Ja Rule- talking] Yeah, yeah, I.G, Ja Rule B. Brown Murder Inc. Def Jam, Sony This is what we buildin’ here Murder Inc. Ha-ha-ha Bobby Brown Murder Ha-ha It’s that real Rule, baby Bring it back my, niggaz B. Brown, ha-ha And I know you’re gettin’ bored Dealin’ with him |
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from Ja Rule - Exodus (2005)
Haha yea
What up ma Have you been Yea I know, I know It's all good Murder inc [Chorus:] [Ja Rule] Girl your stare those eyes I [Ashanti] Love it when you look at me baby [Ja Rule] Your lips, your smile I [Ashanti] Love it when you kiss me baby [Ja Rule] Your hips those thighs I [Ashanti] Love it when you thug me baby [Ja Rule] And I cant deny I [Ashanti] Love it when I'm with you baby [Ja Rule:] I got a fetish for fucking you with the skirt on On a back street in the back seat of a Yukon What's taking so long? I'm getting anxious but patiently waiting for you to tell a nigga to move on Between me and you we can find a jet to fly aboard in my private g2 I ain't trying to g you ma, I'm trying to see you Bend over you know how we do it, feet to shoulders Bring heat to the coldest night So ferocious Now u street promoting the dick game is potent 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 wanna be happy Its crazy but baby I [Ashanti] love it when I'm with you baby [Chorus] [Ashanti:] I wanna get away Cause you know like I know And there's a better day coming I'm hooked on your lovin Believe me And when you hold my body I know you need me Wait for me baby Ive been going half crazy for your love And I was told that the sex, better then drugs Then get addicted *boy listen* I'm the only piece of the puzzle your missing Like when *were* 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 [Chorus] [Ja rule] Shorty Are you really getting bored with me or him Cause though I play a lot of games I play them to win [Ashanti] But then again I'm still young and I'm livin' my life [Ja rule] Your know you right and I'm the type to pull up to your bumper get your number [Ashanti] Baby I can only help but wonder [Ja rule] What life would be without [Ashanti] my sweet baby [Ja rule] and you're my baby [Ashanti] Holla if you hear me [Ashanti] Oooooh oooh oooh You can understand that my love is pain And how I feel in vain is just a women thang [Ja Rule] It's a mans world but I understand [Ashanti] But there's still nothin different boy, stick to the plan [Ja Rule] You be my down ass with your round ass [Ashanti] I know I'm feeling you [Ja Rule] Like you feeling me [Ashanti] The way your wantin' my body, The way you touch me [Chorus] [Ashanti] 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 [Chorus] |
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from Ja Rule - Exodus (2005)
Yeah, yeah.. haha yeah!
I gotta get my headphones 헤드폰 빨리 찾아야겠군 All my gangsta niggaz is in the building on this one! 내 갱스터 친구들이 이것 때문에 다 하나로 뭉쳤어! You know! Yeah yeah ya know 알잖아! Yeah yeah 알잖아 It's real!! Hussein what's happ'nin nigga? 진짜야!! Hussein 거기 무슨 일 있어? I see you, aight Shadow what's poppin BLAT!! 니가 보이는군, Shadow 어떻게 지내!! Haha haha, yeah my nigga O-1 in the motherfucking house 하하하하, 그래 내 친구 O-1도 빌어먹을 이곳에 Jody in the house (Jody Mack!) Jody도 이곳에 (Jody Mack!) My nigga Cadillac, Gotti what up!?! 내 친구 Cadillac, Gotti 안녕!?! Blackchild what up!?! Blackchild 안녕!?! I'd like to welcome all my niggaz 내 모든 친구들, 세계적으로 유명한 To the world famous Murda Inc. Show Murda Inc. Show에 온 걸 환영한다 Big shout to all my Queens niggaz in Staten Island Queens에, 감옥에 갇혀있는 내 친구들에게도 인사 Niggaz in Uptown, niggaz in Brooklyn niggaz Uptown 친구들, Brooklyn 친구들 All my Bronx niggaz yeah, all my Jersey niggaz! you know? Bronx 친구들, jersey 친구들! 알잖아? We doing it real big right here! all my money niggaz 이번 껀 진짜 큰거야! 내 모든 돈줄들 This shit commentated on the one's and two's! 이건 생중계도 되고 있다고! They call me the Mighty Rule! how ya living? 모두 날 위대한 Rule이라고 부르지! 니 인생은 어때? This real shit we talking 우리가 얘기하는 건 오직 진실된 것 I wanna ask all my gangsta niggaz a real question (holla back) 일단 내 갱스터 친구들에게 묻고 싶은게 있어 (대답해줘) What do you do - when niggaz spit at you?! 다른 놈들이 너한테 시비를 걸 때 - 넌 어떻게 하지?! [Chorus - Ja Rule] Clap back, we gon' clap back 반격, 우린 반격할거야 We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back 우린 반격할거야, 우린 반격할거야 (Let's take 'em to war niggaz!) (전쟁을 벌여보자!) We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back 우린 반격할거야, 우린 반격할거야 We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back 우린 반격할거야, 우린 반격할거야 (Let's take 'em to war niggaz) (전쟁을 벌여보자!) We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back 우린 반격할거야, 우린 반격할거야 We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back 우린 반격할거야, 우린 반격할거야 (Let's take 'em to war niggaz!) (전쟁을 벌여보자!) We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back 우린 반격할거야, 우린 반격할거야 We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back 우린 반격할거야, 우린 반격할거야 (Let's take 'em to war niggaz) (전쟁을 벌여보자!) We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back 우린 반격할거야, 우린 반격할거야 [Verse 1 - Ja Rule] Fuck if they holl'in about Rule nigga, here's the real 나한테 소리치는 놈들 다 좇까, 여기 진짜 얘기 I'll pop ya top like Champagne bottles that chill 니 머리를 시원한 샴페인 코르크 마개처럼 뽑아버리겠어 Wear nothing but ice, smiles tinted up to The Greatest 내가 입은 건 보석 뿐, 미소는 위대한 이의 표정 그대로 Tell em I'm nice too, plus push them nice grooves 난 멋있기까지 하고, 멋있는 음악을 쏟아내지 The Inc roll like duece man, I'm ol' G Bobby J Inc는 거침없이 나가, 난 갱스터 Bobby J And we sling at soccer fields the yay 우린 축구장에서 놀듯이 돌아다녀 They don't respect that, don't get your minds around 아무도 이걸 존중 안하지, 괜히 집중 풀지마 You'll get it pushed back, y'all don't want that 그럼 저 뒤로 밀쳐질테니, 그걸 원하진 않잖아? I send em to the morgue while keepin my bitches bouncin fa sho 내 여자들이 춤출 때 난 적들을 시체 공시장으로 보내 "In Da Club" with no gun, got em taking it off 총 없이 "클럽에 들어가", 뺏어서 내 것으로 하지 Can't help that, I'm the nigga that puts it down 어쩔 수 없어, 난 거침없는 사내 Once I hit that, that's if I'm up in the May (bach) 내가 시작하면, 특히 Maybach에 있을때 그래 Fasten them holding the throwback, West 44 Lakers 티셔츠를 잡고 West 44 Lakers 신발끈을 조여 Let's make no mistakes, resents take place 실수는 없다, 복수가 자리할 뿐 What's the procedure with a gun in your face 총을 니 얼굴에 겨눴으니 그 다음은 뭐지? When you got one in your waist, let's cock back nigga air out the space! 허리에 총이 하나 있다면, 그럼 장전을 해봐, 여기서 나가자고! (C'mon!) We gon' (빨리!) 우린 [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Ja Rule] The Rule be "In Da Club" rude motherfucker poppin the bubbly The Rule은 "클럽에 들어가" 버릇없는 놈들이 술을 마시고 있군 When shit get ugly I hug the snub closely 상황이 추해지면 난 여자를 더 가까이 끌어안아 But usually we still see your bitches 하지만 보통 니 여자도 꼬시지 Thats is known for quick shit, trying to ride my dick 아주 빨리 처리되기로 유명해, 그쪽에서 내게 달라붙지 I can't handle it, lower their manners 어쩔 수 없어, 매너 같은 것도 없어 To get they ass infront of my dick to dance, the bitch want more chance 엉덩이를 내 거시기 앞으로 가져와 춤을 추네, 기회를 바라는거지 Catching hate from a glance, but I'm a giant 질투하는 시선들을 느끼지만, 나는 거인 These niggaz is mere ants, I'll stomp 'em wit his thang 이놈들은 그냥 개미, 거리낌 없이 밟아주지 Give bitches the back hand, pimp shit, it's not realistic 여자들의 엉덩이에 손을, 멋쟁이처럼, 현실적이진 않지 The game is helpless, let's not get it twisted 이 게임은 어쩔 수 없어, 헷갈리지마 I'm young, wrapped, and gifted, but still at the bottom 난 어리고, 무장되어있고, 재능이 있지만, 밑바닥 인생 And stuck somewhere between Gomorrah and Saddam 소돔과 고모라 사이 어딘가에 쳐박혀있어 I'm here to make this rap shit hotter than Harlem 난 여기서 랩을 할렘보다 뜨겁게 만들려고 해 Fuck the Dog beware of Rule, cause I'm the problem Dog(DMX?)는 됐어 Rule을 조심해, 내가 문제아니까 What's the procedure with a gun in your face 총을 니 얼굴에 겨눴으니 그 다음은 뭐지? When you got one in your waist, let's cock back nigga air out the space! 허리에 총이 하나 있다면, 그럼 장전을 해봐, 여기서 나가자고! (C'mon!) We gon' (빨리!) 우린 [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Ja Rule] Like Bush and Saddam, I'm a find out Bush와 Saddam처럼, 난 찾아내겠어 Where Em Laden's hiding and bomb him first Em Laden이 숨어있는 곳을, 그리고 폭탄을 떨어뜨리지 It could be much worse, I could be hotter than yo scrubs 더 나빠질 수 있어, 니네 친구들보단 더 뜨거울걸 Mask and glove, gun hot from burnin ass up 마스크와 장갑, 총은 너무 뜨거워서 엉덩이를 데네 I'd rather be bossed up, wit a bunch of broads 난 여자를 많이 옆에 낀 보스가 되고 싶어 The preachers daughter screaming out "Fuck the law!" 목사의 딸도 외치지 "법 같은 거 엿먹어!" I play a struck chord, wit the Christians 크리스천과 함께 강한 코드를 연주해 But y'all got the freakiest bitches out of all the religions 허나 너네들은 괴짜 여자들의 종교를 잃게 만드네 And God gave me his blessings to handle my business 신은 내 일을 처리할 수 있게 축복을 내게 내렸지 All these wanksta snitches, let the nina blow kisses 가짜 갱스터 좀도둑들, 총이 키스를 보낸다 If she some how misses, he gon' meet the mistress 어쩌다가 빗나가면, 더 강력한 총을 만날걸 And "Clap that boy" like Birdman and Clipse 그럼 Birdman과 Clipse처럼 "그놈을 잡는거지" I got these niggaz all over my dick, like hoes 여자처럼 내게 달라붙으려고 하는 놈들 I'm the star at these shows, I must be as hot as they come 나는 이 쇼에서 스타, 가능한 더 화끈해져야해 What's the procedure with a gun in your face 총을 니 얼굴에 겨눴으니 그 다음은 뭐지? When you got one in your waist, let's cock back nigga air out the space! 허리에 총이 하나 있다면, 그럼 장전을 해봐, 여기서 나가자고! (C'mon!) We gon' (빨리!) 우린 [Chorus] [Outro] [Ja Rule] Yeah, my nigga 'Zino in this motherfucker 그래, 내 친구 Benzino가 여기 있어 [Benzino] That's how we do it, know what I mean 이렇게 우린 하지, 뭔지 알지? [Benzino] Buck '89 what's up baby, I see you 89년 식으로, 안녕 친구, 모습이 보이는군 [Ja Rule] Break 'em down nigga! break 'em down! 부숴버려! 부숴버려! [Benzino] Bring them birds, in the motherfucking house 이곳으로 여자들도 다 데려와 [Benzino] It's not a game no mo' 이젠 게임이 아냐 [Ja Rule] Queens in this motherfucker Queens가 이 안에 있지 [Benzino] You know 알잖아 [Ja Rule] All my Jersey niggaz, all my Boston niggaz 내 Jersey 친구들, 내 Boston 친구들 [Ja Rule] All my Brooklyn niggaz, Brooklyn sir what up! 내 Brooklyn 친구들, Brooklyn 안녕! [Ja Rule] Haha, yeah, holla at me man 하하, yeah, 내게 소리쳐봐 |
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from Ja Rule - Exodus (2005)
(feat. Fat Joe, Jadakiss)
[Hook - Ja Rule] I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York (New York) I got a semi-automatic that spits next time if you talk (you talk) I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York (New York) I got a semi-automatic that spits next time if you talk (you talk) (And I know) [Verse 1 - Ja Rule] Yall niggaz is pussy, poonani, (Vagina) Your (Monologue's) 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 east 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 [Hook - Fat Joe] I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York (New York) And you can tell the way the homie spit, That nigga, I'm from New York (New York) I got a hundred ways to make a grip, Yes, I'm from New York (New York) And you can tell I get real ignorant, 'cause nigga, I'm from New York (New York) (And this is how we do) [Verse 2 - Fat Joe] 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 (Lean Back) 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 [Hook - Jadakiss] I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York (New York) (Ruff Ryde), and (D-Block) and shit, Nigga fuck what you thought (you thought) And you can't take shit for granted, because life is too short (too short) I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York (Aha, and this is how we do) [Verse 3 - Jadakiss] 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 [Hook] [Ja Rule:] I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York (New York) [Fat Joe:] And you can tell the way the homie spit, cause nigga I'm from new york! [Jadakiss:] I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York [Ja Rule:] I got a semi-automatic that spits next time if you talk.. [All Together:] (Aha!) And this is how we do! |
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from Ja Rule - Exodus (2005)
(feat. R Kelly, Ashanti)
[chorus] [R KELLY (ASHANTI)] If it wasn't for the money, cars and movie stars and jewels And all these things I got I wonder, hey Would you still want me (Want you) Would you still be calling me (Still calling you) You be loving me? (I'll be loving you) [JA RULE] 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 yall women know the secrets Of how to get it and keep it How to prey on my weakness It's the power of 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 [Chorus] [R KELLY] 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 [Chorus] [JA RULE] 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? (Oh oh oh oh oh oh) 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 [chorus] [R KELLY] Oh oh oh oh ohhhhh Oh oh oh oh [repeat till fade] |
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from Ja Rule - Exodus (2005)
(Pain Is Love)
[talking] 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? [Chorus] 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 where he lies, 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 Knowin' I got babies to feed and rarely seein 'em rarely This game inhaled me, and like Christ on the stake, 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'll 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 [Chorus] 'Cause these hoes keep callin, they keep callin, they keep callin When 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 religion 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 [Chorus] 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 So niggas can breathe 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 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 [Chorus] It keeps callin, it keeps callin, it keeps callin Never again [Chorus to fade] |
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from Ja Rule - Exodus (2005)
This is my heart
Brittany.... Daddy's little baby, must learn this world is shady And the color of your skin don't make you less of a lady Degrade yourself, never cuz I'm teaching you better Life ain't all about cheddar diamonds and leather Understand you a black sister, in this white man's World, don't let it get ya, down girl It's essential that you grow amongst your group So you don't grow too fast and be doin lord knows who Cuz daddy loves you, don't let nobody tell you different What I, do for a living is a talent I'm given And I'ma raise you too black too strong beautiful Tell the truth let you know what women go through Lies and deceit, the nigga you love he gone cheat So be careful in the heat baby girl wit cold feet Keep yo head steady, baby this world ain't ready Make me proud you daddy's little baby ha I'll always come back to you I'll always come back to you I'll always come back to you You're my baby now and ever Yo Ja's imagery is somewhat like God and his chemistry Blasphemy, I tell my baby girl proudly Put her over my knee and let her know this world is yours Men are dogs take it from daddy and hold yours Head high lady, love is bout lies and deception Will always be seen through the eyes In my demise don't cry just, hold on Stay headstrong and live to learn that life goes on The day you was born God answered my cry for help I look at you a female replica of myself I was conceived 2/29 you 9/22 God' whats the science in this sign you threw? I wanna know just so I can spread the jewel to my youth So she don't have to come up like I did runnin loots Keep yo head steady, baby this world ain't ready Make me proud you're daddy's little baby For real 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 When I look in yo eyes I see stars It's me and you against the world Baby it's in the signs And anything you want you can get it daddy's getting it done You the reason why I keep the hundreds under the ones And go through rain sleet and snow to kiss the sun Though my travel through the storm has just begun Swear to god when my sister died, I was only five Didn't even cry, couldn't know the value of a life Know I realize why Brittney's so rare to me She came at the time when nobody cared for me This world's tough, I'ma guide you through it carefully Learn the game and remember nothing in life's free My little lady, can't quite understand me now But baby, in time I'll break it down So keep yo head steady, baby this world ain't ready Make me proud you're daddy's little baby For real 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 |
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from Ja Rule - Exodus (2005)
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 - 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)
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 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)
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)
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) |