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from Ja Rule - Pain Is Love (2001)
[Ja Rule]
C'mon, let's get Pop in love I know you pop-u-lar Admitted the club But I just wanna toss you up Before I Swallow you whole I need to wash it down Tell your girls Avion indulge you to hang out +Intoxicate me+ Free your mind Free my mind Freak all night It's evident When two worlds collide Your twice as hot Wet through The new extras Get you by in life High on life I wonder what Life would be like If no more Women were dykes And trick hard at low prices It's a cold, cold world (Yeah) How do we relieve that stress (Ex) You know Pop them thangs To get extra horny baby girl You on one You can't ignore me Rule and Missy-E How you love that With I-G It's Murda I-N-C, nigga (Hook) [Tweet] Hey (Hey boy) Get me high tonight Take me away (Take me) Come inside my world Come ectasy (Ectasy) Let me show you love Between you and me Let me love you boy [Missy Elliott] You want freak I love a lot of excitement I excite men I make 'em dirty and trifling I, been known to leave 'em frightening Stifling all in love By the end of the night And I, want a big "Don John" To pop a few of these And make the john last long Ex, now you can serve that Cuz no doubt it's murda Ya heard that (Hook) [Ja-Rule] Now that you got my feeling High to Heaven, knows Tight as the pussy holes So, Lord knows It stick to your ex-o Them hoes To freak shows [Tweet] You know how it goes Comin out of my clothes [Missy Elliott] I'm coming outta my clothes You better, dick me down Then uh, turn me round Then uh, lay me down Cuz uh, You got me high a kite (Ja-Rule) Yo, I scream your name tonight [Ja Rule] (Tweet) Let me take a look in your eyes And see, and get in your eyes right, hypnotize like The late B.I.G, hey (whoo, whoo, whoo, take me away, extasy) Bitch!, please, pop a few of these And make house calls on Ja rule twice a week, heh (you and me, love you boy, yeah) [Tweet 2x] You got me high as a kite Feel like doing something freaky tonight When I think about you and me Feels good when your sexing me [Missy] Ahw, ahw its murda! [Hook 2x] After 2nd time, variations [Tweet 2x] (Missy) You got me high as a kite Feel like doing something freaky tonight When I think about you and me Feels good when your sexing me (ah, ah its murda!) |
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from Ja Rule - Pain Is Love (2001)
What's up Chi-town?
Yeah, Murder INC. back up in ya area On that gangsta shit ya know Connect worldwide Worldwide gangsta shit nah mean? From Chi-town to Miami Houston to mother fuckin' LA, we connect nigga With some gangsta shit Mother fuckers, you frontin' we comin' with heat niggas AR-15s we sweepin' up the street bigger Guns make niggas run, we squeeze triggers We leave niggas dead for the stacks, slumped over, head in they lap Yo, we constantly count cream in the crackhouse Basically, we bangin' bitches backs out I feel like the last child Throwin' bricks at a glasshouse Poppin' and puffin' till I pass out This gangsta shit is for all my youngens who flip birds And hug the block, in club they Cris and twist the bud, nigga what We live it up, from Chi-town to my town We diggin sluts, long dickin' in the guts We just religious thugs, gangsta pimps Hoes fall in love the way we throw this dick The Hummers on dubs look like tanks and shit We came to stop the bank, don't blink be sick Nigga all of our love is for the chips And I don't chase hoes, just pasos and bricks Nigga let me sum it up Y'all niggas is dumb enough Run on up, the guns we tuck, bust Ashes to ashes, dust to dust Holla at us, R-O-C-K-L-A-N-D and I-N-C With Boo and Gotti, Ferrari Black and Caddillac Tah Nigga, we go hard I'm loud when the shells pop Still I sell rock Got outta jail on bail, gettin' ready to plot Yo I kidnap niggas Then bitch smack niggas Give me the crack nigga or get clap nigga I ain't one of these rap niggas I'm a big gat spitter Bangin' and slangin' to be a rich ass nigga Don't get tired in these streets My nigga died in these streets It's only one option, provide for these streets My peeps out here so I ride with these streets Spent weeks out here, grind on these streets I know the deal out here It's real out here Got bitch bud murder and I'm still out here Rockland, Murder INC. you get killed out here Chi-town, New York, blood spill out here And thugs like me, still out here Yeah you heard nigga, I'm still out here A yo I ride up, lied up outta my mind Black Cadillac truck nigga, loaded with nines To my thugs on the block, holdin' it down I got love on the block, look at my eyes Rockland, Murder INC. what the fuck you think Me and Gotti whole plan is to cover the streets We don't wanna body you man, fuck the beef We sell a lot of these grams, and clutch the heat To many moves to be made, fake thug niggas Get a few through they brain, I been plug nigga It's rules to the game Cats like me play not to lose in this game You see this little nigga makin' moves in the Range I see you wack niggas still crusin' with lames Get full nigga cause it's food to the brain Rockland nigga spit fire and flames Get it right nigga, we gangsta Murder INC. gets poppin' pills, clips, however you like it Niggas get extorted, bitches get excited Known to start riots, the Rule and I-N-C Got fedaraleighs watchin' me, the Y-G and I-G Put it together family orientated through guns, drugs, and good relations Real conversations, we call it real talk And that shit spreads all the way from LA to New York And I love talk, that's when you get to smash on niggas Catch 'em in the dark spot and put the flash on niggas Cameras, lights, action, go buck at the master C's and past if when I die blow my ashes Off the shores of Costa Rica, nigga to each is own The Rule ain't dyin' alone motherfuckers |
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from Ja Rule - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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)
[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 - 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 - Rule 3:36 / Explicit Version (2000)
2. Watching Me
{Ja Rule} Yea Rule Are you a figment of my imagination? Or am I one of yours? Believe me baby, an hear me, fear me, feel me That's why they all wanna kill me dead True in the head but nigga not As soon as I get the drop I pull up the pop of the test It's outta the prairie Bitches style juice running through my head How many wanna die nigga? my concept It's irrational My thinking now I'm erratic like Mike W's whose falling down I'm losin sight now I can hardly see And smoking all this fucking weed I can barely breathe I'm like tell a bitch bleed Squeeze on D Run up in the deli wrung up on D Are ya watching me? They be watching, niggas they be watching, keep watching Keep watching me Now don't look down Are ya watching me? They be watching, Bitches they be watching, keep watching Keep watching me Now don't look down Whose watching me? C'mon watch as I creep through your block in the hard top drop with my bead on knock cause cops i ain't standing and gangstas know catching before hanging And my dogs keep banging cause ain't shit changing And hustlers ya'll keep slanging We stuck in the game wit not a lot to gain but everything to lose but we soldiers that front-line In days to rule We do homicide drive-by's Cock and spray If you the last man standing You about to lay 6 feet underground Watch me now Stop me how? Ya'll niggaz trying to cop my style I spit nothing but hot ones and pop guns make it hard for niggaz to function Who want some of the Rule baby? (None of ya'll) I'm legally considered crazy But if that's the way that God made me This world can't change me And that's the way it'll be Caught in the dark Until the light shines on me I'm a slave to this game But I'm break free So keep watchin me |
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from 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)
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 - 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 - 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 - 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) | |||||
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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)
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 - Venni Vetti Vecci / Explicit Version (1999)
[Black Child] Word to god Y'all know who the fuck this is You know we would kidnap yo kidz You know what the fuck we do Murder bitch niggaz like you For real, all the time, any place, anywhere Y'all niggaz could get it Act like y'all don't know {rapping} In a world that's ice cold, blacks die slowly Cats snatch rollies, gats'll leave you holy My momma always told me the streetz will slow me down Daddy never showed me how the heat will hold me down So now I rob and steal, spit shit you feal, wit a clique that kills Yea my shit's that real, I hustle hard all my life Ran the streetz all night My wife alwayz said everything was gonna be ait And she was right and that's one reason why I love her But everything she said went in one ear and out the other Word to mother, look at it from a thug point of view When the kids need clothes, what a thug gon do? Hit the streetz and hustle, pick up the heat and bust you I'm tryin to eat like Russel Murda is my hustle But you keep chasin yestarday, you gon miss tomorow It's murda motherfucker we don't beg or borrow We take shit, fuck you and yo fake bitch, when the eight (.8mm) spit You could feel the hatred, taste it You high right now, you ain't ready to die right now The .45 will calm you down, you under trauma now It's drama how a child will shut shit down Kill a nigger for the fuck of it I get you touched for chips Fuck that shit, fuck the whip, and fuck you bitch YOU CAN JUST SUCK MY DICK [Chorus] ( Black Child ) If you chasin yestraday, you gon miss tomorow It's murda motherfucker, we don't beg or borrow We take shit, fuck you and yo fake bitch When the .8 spit you could feel the hatred, taste it It's your blood, when we show blood, we murderers (murdaraz) We throw slugz, we huselazz (huselazz) we sell drugz And tell thugz live it up till yo time stopz [Tah Murda] Yo I give a fuck if y'all niggaz hate me I drop bodies off where the lakes be But lately, I've been hitin cribz And safes where the cake be I take three to the vest for the love of the dolla I put that hot shit thru you and watch you Holla Holla The same niggaz that I ball wit I'ma brawl wit I'm a tank running in banks and takinall of it Player we're flawless, wit nutten to lose gunz bustin And brossen niggerz y'all can't live Funny shit about it, niggers wanna hit me, forget about it Thug shit I'm still livin y'all niggaz just spit about it I rob and stomp niggaz 2/3rd of my life The other 1/3 spent sittin on curbz chasin those birdz If you ever get the urge to come by and try to test There's only one and then you get numb and lied to rest It's murda the only code to the ghetto It's murda, nigga hand me the bezzle And dance with the devil, gunz rapidly spit Gangsta shit, attractin yo bitch, gettin head and lean back in the whip I mastered the chipz, Nigga I'm tryin to tell you You're holdin hammers and nails and We have you where the dogz couldn't smell you [Chorus] ( Black Child ) If you chasin yestraday, you gon miss tomorow It's murda motherfucker, we don't beg or borrow We take shit, fuck you and yo fake bitch When the .8 spit you could feel the hatred, taste it It's your blood, when we show blood, we murderers (murdaraz) We throw slugz, we huselazz (huselazz) we sell drugz And tell thugz live it up till yo time stopz [Ja Rule] Ja's a muthafuckin problem Any nigga think not, I'ma pop him Put the lean on niggaz the minute I spot em Who's gettin it, I got him Nigga dead and gone Gonna guide em to the cross roads show em how those gunz blow I'ma degenerate nigga addicted to hydro, switchin four lanes Top down wit my eyes closed, got a death wish Money, drugz, and murderer shit What you want with this? We'll kidnap yo kids And clap up yo crib, It's the MuRdErAz Who you know wit gunz that kill shit Just because we're them hot niggerz Sell mo records than Roc niggaz I'ma lock it down for six months and shock niggaz What's my name? J the A R.U.L.E. with them hoez get between more sheetz than Isley You can't deny me, I'm the muthafuckin one Druggin bitches like Heron(heroin) The god be the Rule, if you're hot get bice and bice On your jewel to cop a Benz 20 inch chrome, the shoes, I got nuttin to lose but everything to live for Thoroughbread demand and supply the raw I put my smash down from N.Y. to Chi-Town INC Murder spittin in roundz You don't wanna her how it soundz, When we cock them flames It's Murda And ain't shit gon change Niggaz!!! |
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from Ja Rule - Venni Vetti Vecci / Explicit Version (1999)
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 - 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 - 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 - Pain Is Love (2001)
Yo, that's right
Niggas just ain't, doin' it how we doin' it Nah mean son? I G *Murder INC. Takin' flight We go hard Betta get it right *Repeat We go hard! yeah Player not for nuttin' I spit fo' and leave a nigga bent up fo' sho', get low Only got love for gangsta niggas, get doe That's for all the hatin' niggas waitin' to see me go Down to the bottom Chop up crack Playin' the blocks and Still wouldn't matter, push the rock well like Stockton Paper chasin', chasin' acres Operation get rich, take money over a bitch You see me move low in the six and magazines a flicks Playin' hard in the porch, plush Young thuggin' and bossed up Touch niggas clutchin' what they know they bustin' We can do whatever nigga, whenever nigga Really is nothing Murder killa, we crush 'em, shit Got the industry on romadon While we celebrate tastin' bottles of Perinon So for life it's murder Ice burners, stacks and trucks We after bucks, mother fucker! Murder INC. Murder INC.'s the underdog It's a blessin' to ball We learn a lesson from y'all How not to fall Black Child will body a beat, this is airway robbery When Murder INC. drop albums, that's when gangstas party What chu know about Ferrari or Cadillac Escalade Or bitches on Ecstasy, sexy Eat, sleep, eat and watch freaks eat freaks Throw it up, put it down for the streets Who wouldn't fall in love, with a life like this Hittin' hoes that's priceless In tight icebergs shit You can blame the drugs It ain't gon' change to slugs A famous thug Pain is love, mother fuckers! *Repeat (x2) Who would've thought, we get away with manslaughter Numerous cars, cribs off the water A playa no longer, life's gettin' shorter Tired of hoes takin' offers, instead of orders The Rule don't condone this Cause in the late '60's this game was flawless Until blow got on the rise Them ol' Jacks was slingin' pies in bell bottoms and buttonflies But now, pop yo collars, blow set for sag And we still fly birds L-A-X to Lag They roll caddies with white walls, we ride Benz with mags Still the goal remains the same, guard from feds Y-D to O-G, the game chose me R-U-L-E the INC. and I-G We never gon' break free from this life we live as thugs Pain is love, it's murda *Repeat (x2) You see the life we live, we on the murderous shit And every time we breathe, it's Murder I-N-C You know it's love to thug, cause thug is in our blood And how we paint this shit, stay on that gangsta shit You see the life we live, we on the murderous shit And every time we breathe, it's Murder I-N-C You know it's love to thug, cause thug is in our blood And how we paint this shit, stay on that gangsta shit Stay on that gangsta shit, stay on that gangsta shit Stay on that gangsta shit See what we do when we do what we do when we do it Stay on that gangsta shit |
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from Ja Rule - 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 - 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 - PIL 2 (Explicit) (2012) | |||||
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from Ja Rule - Venni Vetti Vecci / Explicit Version (1999)
[Case] Ummm, Say all that I want to do Is to live my life Ummm, but everytime I turn around Another nigga dies Niggas catchin five to ten years And it just ain't no use [Ja Rule] Uhh, uhh, ever heard of a nigga dying twice My love is just to live my life Till the Lord decides to out my lights Oh I know why niggas ain't prepared to die with me But we all got to die one day Even though the life has captured me Money, drugs and prisons, menages with women Forgive me God for living For I have sinned Now everybody wanna cage me in Don't make no difference cause I'm still here Breathing, can I get a witness? My life is misleading, hey Hey, cause anybody wanna fuck with me Come on just grab your heat my niggas Don't ever doubt your niggas What's life without my niggas? Talk to my niggas heart to heart We all live from hustlin' to ballin' It's crime we fall in Feds keep a lens peakin' through the Venetians But secret indictments Ya'll niggas is reachin' C'mon I'm in the business to break niggas And anybody that want it get it hot from the INC. niggas Ja Rule ready to kill niggas Bury 'em all Lookin to lay them down big to small Got the world in awe 'cause I'm spittin' the raw Never seen, never heard before but truly yours I'ma max out on niggas doin 2 to 4's Bang a nigga in the yard then get rid of the board Just because a nigga don't give a fuck get weeded and Hennied up Still the ball out be nuts Since you keeping in touch feel the guns bust for sure If you want any more Encore |
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from Ja Rule - Venni Vetti Vecci / Explicit Version (1999)
Niggas, bitches Gather 'round I got a story to tell Hear this, hear this Get the whole world The Swatch bred Thoroughbred, shockingly took two to the head Knowledge me God, the shit I'm bout to holler is hard From start, this little nigga had a hell of a heart His pops, bangin that shit in his arms, broken A young mind distorted emotions, is there an upside? His brother got murdered up North by milletas Ma-ma, battlin', cancer, of the colon At the tender age of thirteen, watchin his world close in Blood damn near frozen, from a heart so cold It ain't pumpin out the love no mo', and I feel that Cuz God when you really need it, where the love at? That's why a lot of niggaz got more faith in they gat Freeze that like a photo, take it with you and know This lil' nigga bout to kill all comers for cash flow His role model, the heat, cause it runs streets His motto: 'Nobody eats but me!' Finally this young thug turned pro Used to show love now he got nuttin but hatred and foes Five-double-oh's, hoes so deep He the type of nigga that got it and break down a key Remember me? J to the A, R-U-L, E baby Smell the beef, it continue to uhh, give em hell Fill they bodies with shells and leave niggaz with a story to tell, uh-huh Listen up I got a story to tell On the streets we got guns and drugs for sale Cause you hoes know the game that we play is real Keep your mind on the money and your weapons concealed Listen up I got a story to tell I'm prayin to God, know I'm goin to hell If it's out of my hands, I'll let time prevail, huh Listen up I got a story to tell Listen up I got a story to tell *shot gun shoots* Shit, niggas motherfuckin' die for this shit We do Hustle hard from city to city )From state to state All my niggas Let me holla at y'all Son in B'More, we scored more, than ever before Copped the two door, six-double-oh off a raw Show no love for loss since big eight be that lucky Number, we slammed eight of those in Kentucky Kept the currency comin, mo', diamonds New clothes L.A. hoes that'll ride us pronto Once you, lived in luxury, you can't leave it Find yourself, turnin broke bitches into divas Can you believe this? In Cleveland we cuttin these niggaz creepin Tie em on every block, til we shut down shop So keep your glock cocked, one in the head Push the five series drop just in case we gotta spit and spread The alibi be simply, we was in the Carribean With two of our women friends sippin Remi and Henny )From there we'll flow, to the Florida Keys and blow trees Fuck a couple of hoes and spend some cheese That's how a boy's life is supposed to be Make our way to N.O. cause we, Bout It Bout It Then down to D.C. where they, cock it pop it Listen up life is nuttin but the hot shit, from here to Wisconsin Y'all niggaz can get it constant It ain't hard that's like pushin dope in the 5th Ward And just to get to God, I'll go through hell And leave the world with a story to tell, heh Listen up I got a story to tell On the streets we got guns and drugs for sale And you hoes know the game that we play is real Keep your mind on the money and your weapons concealed, huh Listen up I got a story to tell I'm prayin to God, know I'm goin to hell If it's out of my hands, I'll let time prevail Listen up I got a story to tell Listen up I got a story to tell Listen up I got a story to tell... |
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from Exit Wounds (엑시트 운즈) [ost] (2001)
(feat. Ja Rule)
(Ja Rule) Fuck that, let's do it man, fuck that Cock back on these niggas man Fuck is wrong with these niggas The fuck is wrong with y'all niggas (Black Child & Ja Rule) Yo, yo New York City, this crime capital It's right now, shit When niggas'll blast when we have to We'll match you nigga, a million or more Let's throw the trunk with roar, uncut, let's go on world tour In Maine, we was cookin up cocaine Cash was coming fast, missed the midnight train Fuck it, let's push the 600 down to Georgia Got a good lawyer, and enough guns for you Atlanta, GA, was like a holiday In VA, getting high, fucking all day The pressure was strenuous down in Texas Bubble Lexus into mako, made my exit Got on some next shit, feds get hetic in Arizona Blew up a sport town, kinda looked like Corona We sellin 3-5-7's with speed loaders In Minnesota, in South and North Dakota Nigga let's make these moves to Iowa In the Acura TL, with a hundred thou' for bail, for real From there we take it to Chi-Town, Al Capone style Dutches, white owls, moheads, crystal Pistols get packed in Pennsylvania Started a drug ring with liquid crack in containers Ja they gettin high yo, in Ohio I know yeah-yo go like indo in Idaho Let's hit the casino in Nevada Las Vegas, pull a heist that'll make the news and newspapers Then flee to Florida with Gloria from Istoria In a Ford Explorer and her cousin Nora Who work for me, put that extra key in her pussy We let her push the 850 to Mississippi Missouri, Montana, Wyoming, we zoning Nebraska got em open, illegal transporting Wisconsin, Colorado, Utah, Oregon Let's wash in Washington and start this motherfuckin war again It's on again in Boston, better get the fortune And start forcing extortion for your portion Cock back the porcelain make Michigan the murder state From Wisconsin to Compton, regulate every state North Carolina, South Carolina, doing drive-by's the black Pathfinders That's the reminder for niggas who don't remember shit All the dirt we did in Denver to get my niggas out the slammer In Alabama, lock down Louisiana, enter Indiana On some Oklahoma bombing shit, Tony Montana shit With predicates from Kansas to Connecticut They worthy, like car thieves in Jersey You lucky we let a nigga live in Kentucky Fired two guys for two pies, and ported rocks lovely Like my chocha Maryland always carrying Slangin raw for Marcus on the New Hamp shore Fuck the law, we doin sticks down in Vermont With the bullshit galore, with the broad in the front Nigga please, I just bought wifey the 430 Now we sip Henessy in Tennessee and drive dirty Headed to Hawaii getting high off Hawaiian We heavy with the iron, first nigga move is dying motherfucker Yo, yo Nigga we go state to state Nigga that's what's up Rule and Black baby, we get it done Come on, we go state to state Nigga that's what's up Rule and Black baby, we get it done Come on |
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from Ja Rule - PIL 2 (Explicit) (2012) | |||||
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from Ja Rule - Pain Is Love (2001)
Rest in peace to my nigga Stretch, my nigga 'Pac So much pain Uhh.. yeah, huh, yeah All my, niggas.. so much pain Uhh.. huh, yeah Yeah, so.. much.. Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh They'll never take me alive, I'm gettin high with my fo'-five Cocked on these niggaz time to die Even as a lil' nigga, you could picture me hot gun in the rain I shed the tear, cause this nigga here inherits the pain And now I'm labeled as a thug nigga - you know the game Smokin weed, fuckin hoes, slangin thangs, that's the life I live Even if I tried to go back I'd get lost (come back) And everything I seem to love I done lost Fuck the world if they can't understand me What else could I do? I had to feed my fuckin family Yo' lies is my truth, so I'm a drug to your youth And you don't want 'em nowhere near me, now that they can hear me I spits razors, never been a stranger to homicide My city's full of tote-slangers and chalk lines Why do we die at an early age? Nigga so young, but still a victim of a twelve-gauge Feel the rage this world has bestowed upon me And I don't give a fuck 'cause they don't give a fuck 'bout me So I keep - drinkin Hennessy, bustin at my enemies Will I live to see twenty-three? There's so much pain Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh I'm tired of the strain and the pain (so much pain) Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh I'm tired of the strain and the pain Years and years of strugglin all my life Runnin wild as a kid, grew up blazin 'em right I'm in a - little cell I call my soul lately It's been a - givin me hell and my heart is screamin, "Don't enter" I've been cursed, for what it's worth I feel dead Spittin to you, I know I'm in way over my head But Lord hear me, I believe in your "7 Day Theory" Three souls done sent this whole world teary (can you hear me?) Too hot for you to stand near me It's so much pain, and niggaz wanna kill me I'm tired of the stress and the strain But my, grimiest grimeys got love for me They're blazin, sendin shotguns up above for me My face in, Hennessy with no chaser Coke rises on every way in - keep us hustlin nigga Me and my man got a plan to get this paper nigga So if you owe nigga, look for the gauge to blow nigga I figured I'd be considered a killer Doin crime excited my mind and leadin the blind I, can't express my compassion, my satisfaction for gettin fucked up and blastin - we all been there Taught from young to shoot, show no fear and lie And wipe the tears from yo' mother's eyes - so much pain ("They'll never take me alive..." - 2Pac) Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh I'm tired of the strain and the pain ("They'll never take me alive..." - 2Pac) Ooohhh, tired of the strain and the pain ("They'll never take me alive..." - 2Pac) I'm tired of the strain and the pain ("They'll never take me alive..." - 2Pac) Ooooooohhhhhh, nooooooooooooo ("Cocked on these suckers, time to die" - 2Pac) They got me mobbin like I'm - loc'd and ready to get my slug on I load my clip and slip my motherfuckin gloves on I ain't scared to blast on these suckers if they test me Trust, I got my glock cocked, playa if they press me Bust on motherfuckers with a - PASSION Better duck 'cause I ain't lookin when I'm - BA-BLASTIN I'm a nut and drinkin Hennessy And gettin high on the lookout for my enemies Don't wanna die, tell me why? Cause the stress gettin major A buck-fifty 'cross the face with my razor What can I do but be a thug until I'm dead and gone I keep my brain on the game and stay headstrong These sorry bastards wanna kill me in my sleep I'm real they can not see And everyday is just a struggle, steady thuggin on the streets And I be, ballin loc, don't let 'em make you worry Keep swingin at these suckers 'til you buried I was born to raise - hell, a nigga from the gutter, word to mother I'm tough - I'm kickin dust up, ready to bust I'm on the scene steady muggin mean; until they kill me I'll be livin this life, I know you feel me There's so much pain Ooooohhhhh, pain |
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from Ja Rule - Pain Is Love (2001)
Gangsta.. you know
Huh, gangsta, c'mon, hehe Uhh.. got my nigga Vin Diesel in the house, y'know Number one movie in the country and all that Haha! Yo.. *Nuttin but some gangsters, smokin and ridin (YO!) Come on get high with us (NIGGA!) Come on and ride with us (BITCHES!) Cause, we're.. nuttin but some gangsters (YO!) smokin and ridin (YO!) Come on get high with us (C'MON NIGGAZ!) Come on and ride with us (YO!) Hey baby; c'mon and hop in my fo'-three-oh, S-E And let's see, how quick you fall victim to this G I'm a gangsta BITCH, a mack like Goldie But I never let the strength of this money control money Niggaz is somethin like pimps, the Rule is an O.G. I make three G's a day, thirty-three a week And my hoes hardly speak - they smoke while they ride Just, blowin the driver, when I'm one car behind ya (Nuttin but some gangsters) on Daytons and lowriders And three-wheel motion, bumpin Tha Eastsidaz I love Cali-for-ni-ay, on a hot day Where the green is wetter, and the head is even better (So get high tonight.. and if you rollin like I'm rollin you ridin right.. and if she fuckin with them gangstas ain't nuttin nice.. and if you knowin what I'm knowin then live your life.. cause, we're..) *Repeat (Cause, we're..) (Nuttin but some gangsters..) Ridin by in them big trucks Chrome wheels spinnin and killin niggaz with big bucks See baby I came up, from bein a thug From a nigga sellin them drugs on the corner throwin up slugs (Show me love!) All of y'all biches wanna ride with us (Mask and gloves!) Up when it's time to fuck bitches (Wanna be loved!) All you get is hard dick off the drugs (Pass the bud!) Yo bitch I ain't seen none of that dub But give me that Remi, a half a bottle already in me I cop a ounce, from one stizzy, and smoke 'til I'm dizzy Who ridin with me? Both of y'all bitches slide right in Just me, you, and your friend - I'll be fuckin y'all 'til the mornin C'mon, I love bitches with thongs on, that love to get it on with gangsters, leavin they pussies warm 'til like four in the mornin, baby girl, I'm gone Hop in the 6, devour your lawn BITCH, cause we're *Repeat (Cause, we're..) (Nuttin but some gangsters..) Holla! And if you, bout the dollars then pop your collars Cause we ain't nuttin but some gangsters, nigga smokin and ridin Who put it down for real, got this dough multiplyin Straight, livin it up and fuckin with thugs that push trucks that's sittin on dubs, not givin a fuck Y'all niggaz know me, Chris Black slash the O.G. So please believe I'm gangsta I control these streets Yo, nobody leaves nobody breathes until I enter the party And ease up in a 550 Medina Ferrari Pull in handicapped parkin, hop out with the lock in and wink at the hoes while I walk in Who's ridin and smokin tonight with players And I ain't talkin bout them niggaz with them Marvin gators I'm talkin bout them niggaz all up in fronts and gauges and runnin up in spots and blazin, we call them gangsters, yo! *Repeat Cause, we're.. nuttin but some gangsters, smokin and ridin Come on get high with us Come on and ride with us Cause, we're.. nuttin but some gangsters.. smokin and ridin Come on get high with us Come on and ride with us Cause, we're.. nuttin but some gangsters |
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from Ja Rule - Rule 3:36 / Explicit Version (2000) | |||||
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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 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 - Reign [single] (2003)
ja rule)
Yeah(yeah)I feel the reign coming down on me,shh, When the sun gonna shine,My lord Somebody help my soul Chrous-(girl) I think the reign is calling murder I think the reign is calling murderrr I think the reign is calling murder i think the reign is calling murderrr verse1-(Ja rule) Dear lord can you hear my pain if you cant its alright,cuz im a live my life anyway just let it rain on me,i feel so free like a cool breeze,Oh when the sun gon shine, pull up the mini blinds,load up the lucky nine hit em up from behind,thats my life, and it dont ever be the same,never again and the game is the plain,dont get caught up in your range rover,pullin over,on the westside highway shoulder, nicca ill blow ya,like the windsheild,leave your mind on the windsheild, and have your wit the win windmills,thats what rain feels,like when its hittin a little harder than drizzlin,pistols flying now pistols got niccas crying they christains in,i cant believe shit has come to this,its un heard of now its gonna rain down murder Chours x1 verse2-(ja rule) god only greives wit the best of em,buries the rest of em the storm is comig,I got a 100 mile running,head start on these niccas, cuz its murder fo life,drugs,pictures,and money,be my homie rice, but im living life in the fastlane,doing the damn thang,in the ferrari, hard top, watching hard reign,its a damn shame,no more games,no more love,baby boy i throw back slugs,through your creme bay throw back,i hits that up,and let you know where the rain is from,you ever heard of mixing whiski wit jamican rum,you get busy, mix jin wit a little cocain,you got me,and my style is a little to savage to not be, we look to god as one of the illist to mcs,yall niccas wanted wit me,thats shits un heard ofcuz niccas now its gonna reign down murder Chrous x1 verse3-(ja rule) nobody loves me,sometimes i wish the good lord would come down and hug me, i took a look at my life its gettin ugly,and now i know that you all wanna slug me, i can get above it,its my life and i thugged it,even though im livin close to the edge, im getting close to the dead,with every little step,That i take,and any wake of my last days,i hope the sun shines,wit a light rain,that would mean the world shared my pain, and now the world would be happy again,smile,cuz if i ever walked the green mile, you'd be looking in your fame and on my lifestyle,what can i say i was raised as an only child,lonely,papa disowned me,so the streets raised me,you can call me crazy,its not unheard of now its gonna rain down murder chrous x 2 |
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from Ja Rule - Real Life Fantasy [single] (2011)
■2012년!! 시작..
때끼발가락 Nothing On You Tia London Last Fantasy 아이유 어쩌면 좋아 가비엔제이 곡 80 | 담기 16 | 추천 6 |
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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 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 The Fast And The Furious Soundtrack Collection (분노의 질주: 콜렉션) [omnibus, ost] (2015) | |||||
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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 - Venni Vetti Vecci / Explicit Version (1999)
Chorus: 2x In my race against time I can't stop Runnin' through the red light Livin' my life Even if I'm gettin too high I'ma keep runnin' through the red light Livin' my life Ja Rule: God, why the hell am I here? Is it a blessin', or a painful lesson Of life and its directions? Date of conception two twenty nine I was birthed and won't be denied Lookin into these eyes And witness lives' tragedies The boy who made slaves out of men, that's me For every lock there's a key The only thing that ever made me click was "Cash Money" So that I lust for Be it one of my deadly sins You know the seven I got all of them deep within Sometimes I slip, but you be there Pick me up, now I'm on my knees like what's up 'Cause only in a world that's corruptin' the sick Could you dare to look at my life and call it innocence Got me to a better sense Cause whats yours is mine Hear me lord, I'm runnin' out of time Chorus: 2x In my race against time I can't stop Runnin' through the red light Livin' my life Even if I'm gettin too high I'ma keep runnin' through the red light Livin' my life Ja Rule: Nobody cry for me Cause I, wanna see you smile for me When I die look through my windows, to the soul Tell me if you see Ja livin' to grow old Cause too many niggas done died for what I hold The talented warmer world Which is so cold Take me Save me Before I'm crazy The only reason I live Is for my baby Never did you tell me that Life ain't a game Maybe if you told me this Shit might be changed But now I'm just racin' against time Tryin' to survive And see why Y'all niggas drive over nigga's vibe If you gonna live, know you gonna die If you gonna steal, know you gotta lie Get drunk and stay high Don't de-nigga-ny Cause they'll never take me alive Feel me lord I'm runnin' out of time Chorus: 2x In my race against time I can't stop Runnin' through the red light Livin' my life Even if I'm gettin too high I'ma keep runnin' through the red light Livin' my life Ja Rule: I fears no man But when its time to go I'm gone Racin' through the darkness Learnin' what's right from wrong Lookin' for the light But all I see is the night When everything else is bright What happened to my life? Is this what I am? Is this what I've become? A nigga that don't give a fuck about nothin and no one Cold, even though I gotta burnin' desire within my soul I must set this whole world on fire If I control my destiny Maybe one day I'll give this world the best of me You know I never been one to judge right or wrong I embraced and showed you love Then I throw slugs At the other side Go get 'em in broad day light What a nigga would give to live my life You don't want it Cause if you could get it you would try Feel me lord Ja has arrived Chorus: 4x In my race against time I can't stop Runnin' through the red light Livin' my life Even if I'm gettin too high I'ma keep runnin' through the red light Livin' my life Ja Rule: My life... |
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from Ja Rule - 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 - Rule 3:36 / Explicit Version (2000)
Artist/Band: ja rule
title: put it on me Ja Rule: where would i be without my babayy? the thought alone might break meee... and i don't wanna go crazy. but every thug needs a ladaay. girl it feel like you and i been born together, inseparable, get your chain on for pleasure. for that, you'll forever be part of me.. my body and soul. ain't no "I didn't win." BABBAYY. when you cry who wipes your tears? when you scared who's tellin you there's nothin to fear? girl i'll always be there. when you need a shoulder to lean on, never hesitate. know when you can call on.. it's on me, and vise-versa. that's why i be the first ta see Jacob, frost your wrists up. now ya owe meh. i know your tired of being lonely.. so baby girl put it on meh. *chorus* (2x) where would i be without you? (uhh) i only think about you. (yeah) i know your tired of being lonely.. (lonely) so baby girl put it on me. (put it on me) Vita: YO, and i appreciate the rocks and gifts that you cock me baby. And that house on the hill when you drop like 80. On the downpayment, thinking "damn ain't life gravey." and ever since for my hunnie i've been twice the lady. what would i do without the nites that you kept me warm? when this cold world had a whirl caught in a storm. and i accept who you wit when you caught in your wrong. and respect when you flip cuz our love is strong. and when you hit the block, i watch the tin fall. and when my popps was asleep.. snuck in the back door. babyboy, we been down since jr. high. so when life get hot in july, it's the world against you and i. be ballin, tied together and never part from the heart.. knew that it would last forever. when you told mehh you would never leave me lonellyy so babyboy put on me. *chorus* Ja Rule: since sweet bananas, it's been you and i. a tear for a tear, an eye for an eye. and you know that my heart gone cry, if you leave me.. lonely. cuz you not just my love.. you my homie. who's gonna console me? MY LOVE. I'm outta control.. hold me MY LOVE CUZ I'M YOURS. and i don't wanna do nothing to hurt my babygirl. if this was our world, it'd be all yours babbayy. the thought alone might break mehh. and i don't wanna go crazzayy.. cuz every thug needs a ladayy YAY-YEAHHH.. AH. feelin you babygirl, them eyes ain't lyin. wash away all the tears. there'll be no more cryin BABAAY. and you complete meeh.. and i would die if you ain't with mehh.. so babygirl put it on mehh. *chorus* (4x) |
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from 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 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 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 Def Jam 25: Volume 1 (DJ Bring That Back) (2008-1997) (2009)
Artist/Band: ja rule
title: put it on me Ja Rule: where would i be without my babayy? the thought alone might break meee... and i don't wanna go crazy. but every thug needs a ladaay. girl it feel like you and i been born together, inseparable, get your chain on for pleasure. for that, you'll forever be part of me.. my body and soul. ain't no "I didn't win." BABBAYY. when you cry who wipes your tears? when you scared who's tellin you there's nothin to fear? girl i'll always be there. when you need a shoulder to lean on, never hesitate. know when you can call on.. it's on me, and vise-versa. that's why i be the first ta see Jacob, frost your wrists up. now ya owe meh. i know your tired of being lonely.. so baby girl put it on meh. *chorus* (2x) where would i be without you? (uhh) i only think about you. (yeah) i know your tired of being lonely.. (lonely) so baby girl put it on me. (put it on me) Vita: YO, and i appreciate the rocks and gifts that you cock me baby. And that house on the hill when you drop like 80. On the downpayment, thinking "damn ain't life gravey." and ever since for my hunnie i've been twice the lady. what would i do without the nites that you kept me warm? when this cold world had a whirl caught in a storm. and i accept who you wit when you caught in your wrong. and respect when you flip cuz our love is strong. and when you hit the block, i watch the tin fall. and when my popps was asleep.. snuck in the back door. babyboy, we been down since jr. high. so when life get hot in july, it's the world against you and i. be ballin, tied together and never part from the heart.. knew that it would last forever. when you told mehh you would never leave me lonellyy so babyboy put on me. *chorus* Ja Rule: since sweet bananas, it's been you and i. a tear for a tear, an eye for an eye. and you know that my heart gone cry, if you leave me.. lonely. cuz you not just my love.. you my homie. who's gonna console me? MY LOVE. I'm outta control.. hold me MY LOVE CUZ I'M YOURS. and i don't wanna do nothing to hurt my babygirl. if this was our world, it'd be all yours babbayy. the thought alone might break mehh. and i don't wanna go crazzayy.. cuz every thug needs a ladayy YAY-YEAHHH.. AH. feelin you babygirl, them eyes ain't lyin. wash away all the tears. there'll be no more cryin BABAAY. and you complete meeh.. and i would die if you ain't with mehh.. so babygirl put it on mehh. *chorus* (4x) |
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from Ja Rule - Mesmerize [single] (2005)
"Pop Niggas"
[Ja Rule] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Ja Rule] 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 [Chorus] [P. Williams] 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] [Ja Rule] 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 [Chorus] [P. Williams] 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] [Chorus] |
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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 - 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 - Pain Is Love (2001)
How could you explain love don’t love me is the only thing that seems to hold me how could you explain why love don’t me is the only thing that seems to hold me. VERSE: How could yo explain why I sit at home with my 4 pointed room stearing at candles getting hot trying to handle this hand that’s been delt to me I don’t need especially in this world overwhelmed with greed see we cut from a different free ya’ll nigga hoping I wish a nigga fuck wit I.N.C went through the troubles in the strugglin off of hustlin’ runs that come from behind don’t run from nothing and then for fear no man but god but do a lot of frontin’ and I’m here to tell the world that pain is lovin like when I de I hope it rains cause if it does that mean the lord shared a niggas pain here lie a nigga slained and I would get out the game if I could but I promised through my life to my kids I’d make good can’t stand my father and love CHORUS 1X: VERSE: I live my life under the pistol cause lately love ain’t been an issue with whose going miss you when you dead and gone will my name live on or will I be last to die and breathe indeed cause I need a little love and affection and baby I live like every day was my last one pain got me living my life like I’m leave this tomorrow smiles calm the horror for all them day when it rains and it feels like things ain’t getting no better for me nobody love me sometimes I wish god could come out an hug me and wipe the tears from eyes cause in my heart I know only the strong survive can I die for my family so they can live a better life I’ll try CHORUS 1X VERSE: I’ll sacrifice my life fuck all the dumb shit cause being black and broke is getting redundant my goal is to be a world leader like X an king if I could live a little longer that pac and big but the river for us niggas run red you could tell by the lifes weve lived if it changes it would be gods prediction so pain infliction like jays addiction live life popping stone at metal the road is a level, still I walk through the vallies and shadows of death gasping for air breathing my last breath and daughter spoke her first words my son waked his first steps and all through life we anticipate death and if pain is truly love I die CHORUS 1X: |
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from Ja Rule - Pain Is Love (2001)
*Love don't love me
Is the only thing that seems to hold me God can you explain why Love don't love me Is the only thing that seems to hold me God can you explain why I sit alone in my four cornered room staring at candles Gettin hot tryin to handle, this hand that's been dealt to me I don't need, especially in this world overwhelmed with greed See we cut from a different tree Y'all niggaz hope and I wish a nigga would fuck with INC Went through the troubles and the struggle of hustlin and runnin (what) So the ones that come behind don't' run through nothin They would fear no man but God and do a lot of frontin And I'm here to tell the world that pain is lovin' Like when I die I hope it rains Cuz if it does, that mean the lord shared them niggaz pain Here lie our man slain And I would get out the game if I could But I promised all my life to my kids I'd make good Can't stand my father and love my momma STILL I TRY, God can you explain why *Repeat I live my life under pistol, cuz lately love ain't been a issue With who's gone miss you, when you dead and gone Will my name live on? Or will I be the last to die and breathe and eat Cuz I need a little love and affection and baby I live like every day was my last one Dang, I've been living my life... (haha, yea) Like I'm a leave this world unmarked, smiles combed to horror For all them days when it rains And it feels like thangs ain't gettin no better for me Nobody loves me, sometimes I wish God could come down and hug me And wipe the tears from eyes Cuz in my heart I know only the strong survive And I die for my family, so they can live a better life I try, God can you explain why *Repeat I'll sacrifice my life, fuck all the dumb shit Cuz being black and broke's gettin redundant My grow to be a world leader like X and King If I can live a longer than Pac and BIG What do river for us niggaz run red, you could tell by the lives we live If it changes it'll be God's prediction, so pain inflicted, like Jane's Addiction Live right like Christians, but dance with the death It's like callin' stones a devil, the road is unlevel Still I walk through the valleys of shadows of death gasping for air Breathe in my last breath My daughter told me first words, my son walked his first steps And all through life we anticipate death And if pain is truly love, for my family I DIE, God can you explain why *Repeat |
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from Ja Rule - Venni Vetti Vecci / Explicit Version (1999)
He who believeth in Ja Shall not be condemned But he that believeth not Is condemned already Only because He has not believed In the man and the only begotten son My Lord (chorus) For he so feared the world He left his only begotten son To shed his blood Show that pain is love But I wont cry Cause I live to die Wit my mind on my money And my guns to the sky (x2) Yeah, Why would you leave somethin you love here to die In the cold And it grows Like a country rose Beautiful aint I? Till I withered and died On the same streets you left me And, screamin Lord let me in I dont know where to begin Since I lost yo love But then again your love Was strictly for the drugs I dont know whether to hug Or to fill you with slugs Fuckin them whores Instead of claiming whats rightfully yours Holdin my heart from all the pain you caused With no direction you left your first born lost Give or take a few Cause my hate for you Grew, over the years Through blood, sweat, and tears I wanted to be just like you My father figure, now I want to fight you You bitch nigga, left me 'lone And parts of me never out grown The fact that left home When moms was so strong Dont let them get you fed This world is yours she said Now nothin that stoppin me but two to the head In life theres more to come When its all said and done You lost one love Your only begotten son (chorus X2) But what a nigga live for And damn ready to die young I'm the shadow behind the gun Look at what I've become The fear of many niggas The floss of most bitches The love that runs deepest In the hearts of street niggas Raised in the ghetto By the ghetto Was taught young to pop the medal Thats how shit get settled Learn to cook up the coke Never leave home without toast Learn to fly my bitches with birds not coats Never trust ya, from a toddler to hustla I was trained as a youngsta, to cock back and slug ya Love me or hate me, ya only son Let me live or kill me, the chosen one Ja, under the gun gotta kill 'em for show If you want it you gonna get more then you askin for Lifes got more to come But when its all said and done You lost one love Your only begotten son (chorus: x2) I wanted to be fam of yours Looking now at nothin more than Two lost souls Lookin to meet at the cross roads I burn the hydro Lay back with my eyes closed In deep thought like Brittany is somethin I'd die for How the fuck do you sleep at night? Knowin you wrong the only thing you ever did right Despite the loss I stretch the length of a short Now I got a new father whose name is New York Runnin wild in the streets With heat, we don't talk Cause when its cold you basically live life in dark When light would shine from the heavens And bless one Ja Rule loved Your only begotten son (chorus: x3) |
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from Ja Rule - Rule 3:36 / Explicit Version (2000)
(One of us) Yeah, Rule
(One uf us) Yeah, nigga If God were one of us (One of us) What about that? What if he was? What if he was me? (One of us) What the fuck would I do? Lord, when I die pacify, crucify me I rock a Devil cross, one's for the soul one's for the body If I'm built then God dies, I wanna see God cry Real tears from a burned out life in ten years I sware I got the Devil in me, with no fear If I hear I can't see, if I see I can't hear It's the eerie little thing between deathness and blindness Weakness and kindness, rejects and primaz I'm on this when I'm hollerin', "Dear Lord, take me" (One of us) (Baby) 'Cuz I ain't really happy here, can you blame me? This game done changed me, made me an animal I can't even laugh no more, my kids smile for me now I'm the one-and-only, my momma's only child Lord, save me before I go crazy 'Cuz if you, live through the strain just to die from the pain, tell me Would you believe that you could breathe again? [Chorus] If God were one of us (One of us) Would he sin and love to lie? I wanna know If God were one of us (One of us) Would he freakin' live his life? I wanna know If God were one of us (One of us) Would he use his name in vain? I need to know If God were one of us (One of us) Would he believe that he could breathe again? Yo, yo Now let's look at things through my right hand What if you was that man? Would you run wit me? Gun wit me? Would you understand the husstlin', the struggeling Live amongst dope heads, raisin' your kids and runnin' from the Feds We'd be bound to bump heads, 'cuz you livin' my life All righteous, and you said livin' righteous was right But there's two sides to life - one dark, one light If you lighten up forever you can dig to the night Wrap them guns over there, and bring 'em on ova' here (One of us) 'Cuz my God is bigger down your god down here Now we ride jet sled baby, bubble in Ba-Namb 'Cuz Rule and the Lord got it goin' on Been, known to do bad shit, I'm so heavenly, but so devilish If, you, live through the strain just to die from the pain, tell me Would you believe that you could breathe again? [Chorus] Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yo Let's trade places, Rule be Spirit, God be flesh And let's see just how, weak the flesh gets Now you call on me, "Every night bend your knee" Until your start to realize I ain't answerin' Now you hang up the phone, Lord, pick up the chrome, Lord Can I blame you, Lord, for needin'a feed what's yours? Got a wife that you love, yet you still lust whores And I'm supposted to judge you, on earth where it's ugly You might as well aim at the sky, slug me (One of us) 'Cuz I ain't bein' a Fair God, when life is so hard I know what'chu goin' through, every move you make Every crime committed every little mistake I still got love for ya, fair is fair As long as you repent you'll be good up here (Baby) 'Cuz if you, live through the strain just to die from the pain, tell me Would you believe that you could breathe again? [Chorus x4] Yeah, uhh Yeah, uhh, yeah, c'mon, tell me Uhh, man, c'mon tell me One of us, heheahah If God were one of us Murda Inc. shit Nigga, ain't nothin' touchin' me J to A R-U-L-E nigga c'mon, c'mon Ha, ha, come and get me, niggas I wanna know Yeah, yeah Tell me, tell me Can you hear me? Would he believe that he could breathe again? Niggas (One of us x12) Murda Inc. shit Heh, Ja Rule, Slow Rob Irv Gotti, Rebel, uhh Get it right Black Child, day's on We all in here, Big D Tauric Huh, uh, Chris Gotti Wuss' happenin' nigg uhh, s'murda, uhh, s'murda, uhh, s'murda, uhh This ain't fuckin' wit ya *fff* yeah *sss* yeeeah *sss* yeeeah |
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from Matoma, The Notorious B.I.G. - Old Thing Back (Feat. Ja Rule And Ralph Tresvant) [digital single] (2015) | |||||
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from Matoma, The Notorious B.I.G. - Old Thing Back (Feat. Ja Rule And Ralph Tresvant) [digital single] (2015) | |||||
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from Irv Gotti - Irv Gotti Presents...The Remixes (2002) | |||||
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from Ja Rule - Venni Vetti Vecci / Explicit Version (1999)
[Case] (x2) It's plain to see You can't change me Cause I'm a be a nigga for life [Black Child] Chorus: For life we gonna be niggas Fuck the world it's yours my niggas Load the nine and blaze my niggas [Ja Rule] Yeah, cause I'm a nigga for life [Ja Rule] Whos that chipped out Twenty one year old, hot commodity Coming out of a bum deal lottery With a flow like sodomy Put it on your bitch ass quite properly I suggest you keep all eyes on me And dont sleep as it is I'm highly critique Pussy, money, murder it's part of my mystique You feelin' me this here is one of Queens elite Predecessor of the street While you munch I eat JA's here The nigga you love but still fear I done been there done that Now nigga it's my year I can leave you on the clear view If you ain't yet clear Matter of fact if you breathin' be glad you got air Shut the fuck up When grown folks are talkin you hear Or get your shit blown baby From mouth to ear Don't fear when you smoke weed and fuckin' your wife Why? cause I'm a nigga for life [Black Child] (x2) For life we gonna be niggas Fuck the world it's yours my niggas Load the nine and blaze my niggas [Ja Rule] Yeah, cause I'm a nigga for life [Ja Rule] Spare yourself the reality of a n ass whippin' What I'm givin' when I be gettin' tight and start flippin' On your bitch ass niggas that like formin' a cipher Gates me hyper Want the real I'm a slice ya Light ya Ass up with sixteen or more slugs Comin' from my snub nose bull dog Raw, to the core lets lay down some laws This is JA's house bow down or bring the war Mother fuckers Ya'll don't want to touch what's hot Whatever it be mic, glock, drug spot Like a bitch you scared of life and takin' chances And right now you showin' more ass then an exotic dancer The answer is this Niggas don't wanna touch JA is livin' stronger then a fucking coke rush See on the streets we be killin niggas like cash And you heard I.N.C. nigga it's murda [Case] (x2) It's plain to see You can't change me Cause I'm a be a nigga for life [Black Child] For life we gonna be niggas Fuck the world it's yours my niggas Load the nine and blaze my niggas [Ja Rule] Yeah, cause I'm a nigga for life [Ja Rule] Nigga, I live among thorough breads Raised to blaze lead If you get shot play dead And put two in his head I'm known to pasteurize And criticize A nigga size look him right in the eyes And leave him dead where he lies We come through mobbin' Like crips from Compton We're all in burners and sippin' on gin Fuck Flossin' Nigga I'm burnin' iron And if you aint buyin' Then you're dyin' From denyin' I'm so inspirin' To the youth, see I'm settin it strait Lettin' them know never to step on nothin' less then an eighth And the longer it takes Some body is gonna die for it The streets is watchin' Jigga warned you dont ignore it It's only niggas holdin Go JAP and blow yen With the six double strait out of the pin Brandishin Steal for the ice Hioldin my dick Talkin shit Shootin' dice A nigga for life So whatcha sayin' is What the fuck is a nigga? Rob a bitch, slap a bitch All that shit [Black Child] (x2) For life we gonna be niggas Fuck the world it's yours my niggas Load the nine and blaze my niggas [Ja Rule] Yeah, cause I'm a nigga for life |
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from Ja Rule - Blood In My Eye (2003) | |||||
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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 - 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 - Ja Rule:2005 (Live) (2006) | |||||
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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 - PIL 2 (Explicit) (2012) | |||||
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from Ja Rule - Pain Is Love (2001)
Uh, you make a lot of mistakes in life
Those same mistakes keep callin us back, pullin us in What the fuck's wrong with niggas? *Never again Would I run down a road so dark, hoped to die, cross my heart Never again It keeps callin, it keeps callin, it keeps callin Never again Would I run down a road so dark, hoped to die, cross my heart Never again [But the streets keep callin, they keep callin, they keep callin] Never again Will I look a nigga dead in his eyes and know he's dead wrong And don't leave him dead to realize, it's a fucked up world we live in I'm tired of feelin the pain but ain't fightin the feelin Niggas can you feel me? 'Cause in this world I'm alone, and trapped inside this body that's out of control I'm hittin these streets daily Know when I got babies to feed rarely seein 'em rarely This game inhaled me, and like Christ on the slate, nailed me God, please don't fail me But it's crazy to ask upon the Lord for help When I got guns to bust and drugs to sell I see you in hell, muthafuckas, I ain't bitter 'Cause I know snakes and snitches get it where they slither My niggas, doin life in the pen This gotta be what y'all thinkin, shit *Repeat ['Cause these hoes keep callin, they keep callin, they keep callin] Will I make you cry baby You know I lie, you can see it in my eyes baby But the truth is when a woman's fed up There ain't a damn thing you can do about love What about us? Why must our lawyers discuss Who gets the kids, who gets the cribs and how we should both live When I love ya, when we apart all I do is think of ya But you think I'm fuckin everything that's walkin Either skirt or the thong It don't matter, 'cause in your eyes I'm dog-fuckin 'em all I got a woman that's gone and a passion for bitches If you lose one the other becomes your religious So what am I to do but get the wind behind me Ground beneath me, make it hard for hoes to reach me 'Cause the Rule ain't easy Babe, unless you're freakin please believe *Repeat [But the game keeps callin, it keeps callin, it keeps callin] Will I think these niggas friends and they foes 'Cause in this rap game, you never know, just let it go If my pain is love, my brain's on drugs And may all my hoes thug on And keep these punk niggas paralyzed, from the waist down I got 'em face down is the equivalent of where I'm at now Over the top of y'all niggas Just a little quicker and smarter Enhancin the game makin it harder For niggas that freeze again like Braxton I be hittin niggas with thrillers like Mike Jackson I'm a problem Number one with a bullet, I keep it up in my gun It's hollow so when I pull it it numbs Your whole body Give it or take a few seconds You'll probably, be the same nigga to dick ride me Never again would I close my eyes And walk through the dark backwards blind *Repeat [It keeps callin, it keeps callin, it keeps callin] Never again *Repeat |