Rule, Ja Filmography

• I'm in Love with a Church Girl (2013)
• Goat (2012)
• The Cookout 2 (2011)
• Don't Fade Away (2010)
• Wrong Side of Town (2010)
• Just Another Day (2009)
• MTV Video Music Brasil 2009 (2009)
• Oi Fashion Rocks (2009)
• Shooting Star(s): The Rise of Hip Hop Photographer Johnny Nunez (2009)
• Kiss and Tail: The Hollywood Jumpoff (2009)
• Protecting Jimmy Leone (2008)
• Ja Rule: 2005 (2008)
• Ja Rule: 2005 (2008)
• Furnace (2007)
• Death Before Dishonor (2006)
• Mighty D-Block (2006)
• Rap Sheet: Hip-Hop and the Cops (2006)
• Black in the 80s (2005)
• Assault on Precinct 13 (2005)
• Inked (2005)
• Back in the Day (2005)
• Shall We Dance (2004)
• The Evolution of Eminem (2004)
• 50 Most Awesomely Bad Songs... Ever (2004)
• The Cookout (2004)
• Ashanti: Custom Concert (2004)
• Iced Out New Year's Eve 2005 (2004)
• Making 'Scary Movie 3' (2004)
• Crime Partners (2003)
• Fromage 2003 (2003)
• Beef (2003)
• MTV Movie Special: Tupac Resurrection (2003)
• MOBO Awards 2003 (2003)
• Hip Hop Uncensored Vol. 5: The Greatest Shows on Earth (2003)
• Hip Hop & Rock (2003)
• Pauly Shore Is Dead (2003)
• The 45th Annual Grammy Awards (2003)
• The 30th Annual American Music Awards (2003)
• Scary Movie 3 (2003)
• Jennifer Lopez: The Reel Me (2003)
• The 2002 World Music Awards (2002)
• Half Past Dead (2002)
• Hip Hop Uncensored Vol. 4: Miami Vice (2002)
• Hip-Hop VIPs (2002)
• Hype Williams: The Videos, Vol. 1 (2002)
• Irv Gotti Presents the Inc. (2002)
• Ja Rule (2002)
• Kurupt: G-TV (2002)
• MTV Movie Awards 2002 Pre-Show (2002)
• MTV Video Music Awards 2002 (2002)
• Party in the Park 2002 (2002)
• Slip N' Slide: All Star Weekend (2002)
• Summer Music Mania 2002 (2002)
• The 16th Annual Soul Train Music Awards (2002)
• 2nd Annual BET Awards (2002)
• The 8th Annual Walk of Fame Honoring Stevie Wonder (2002)
• USO Special for the Troops (2002)
• VH1 Big in 2002 Awards (2002)
• Source Awards 2001 (2001)
• Missy 'Misdemeanor' Elliott: Hits of Miss E... The Videos, Volume 1 (2001)
• The 28th Annual American Music Awards (2001)
• The Fast and the Furious (2001)
• MTV Video Music Awards 2001 (2001)
• MTV 20: Live & Almost Legal (2001)
• Turn It Up (2000)
• Da Hip Hop Witch (2000)
• Backstage (2000)

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karaoke

(with Lil Wayne/Merc Montana)

True F*cking story, i swear on my mothers ice, The greatest f*cking comeback ever, F*cking bottom of the ninth right, three balls two strikes, two outs, bases all loaded, Widy herdes is on the mount or i dont know, some f*cking kid, this f*cking kid comes up, i f*cking put my drink down, f*cking look up, the f*cking ball goes over the green monster, what im telling you i swear on my mothers ice, true f*cking story

What up, Gotti, yeah
This is how it's goin' down
(All we need is a a stage, Gotti)
Ha-ha, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, come on, ha-ha-ha)
It's on and poppin', baby (It's on and poppin')
The Last Temptation, ha-ha
He's back
Y'all know who I'm talkin' 'bout
To the world over, B. Brown
Come on, come on
I know you're gettin' bored
Dealin' with him
I know you miss my lovin', my thuggin'
Thug lovin'
And I know you're gettin' bored
Dealin' with him
I know you miss my lovin', my thuggin'
Thug lovin'
And I know you're gettin' bored
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 pound ???
Real devilish and freak that ***
Forget the story, I know you're gettin' bored
And you ain't gettin' horny no more, is he
'Cause when it's all said and done, it's me
Lovin', thuggin' you
I know you're gettin' bored
Dealin' with him
I know you miss my lovin', my thuggin'
Thug lovin'
And I know you're gettin' bored
Dealin' with him
I know you miss my lovin', my thuggin'
Thug lovin'
And I know you're gettin' bored
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 ??? had 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
Betray your trust, sustain your vows
Secretly or sacred
'Cause I love it when you rock your body-body
Move your body-body
Rip 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' you
I know you're gettin' bored
Dealin' with him
I know you miss my lovin', my thuggin'
Thug lovin'
And I know you're gettin' bored
Dealin' with him
I know you miss my lovin', my thuggin'
Thug lovin'
And I know you're gettin' bored
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 *** so you could see that n**** ain't
hooked 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 porno
Tell me, baby, do you really wanna go home to him
But the brightest of days just look dim
When you f***in' with a loser, baby, you can't win
When it's said and done you're gonna need me
Lovin', thuggin' you
I know you're gettin' bored
Dealin' with him
I know you miss my lovin', my thuggin'
Thug lovin'
And I know you're gettin' bored
Dealin' with him
I know you miss my lovin', my thuggin'
Thug lovin'
And I know you're gettin' bored
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, n****
B. Brown, ha-ha
And I know you're gettin' bored
Dealin' with him

(with The Game)

"Worldwide Gangstas"
(feat. The Murderers)
[Black Child talking]
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
[Caddillac Tah]
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
[Black Child]
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
[Caddillac Tah]
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
[Black Child]
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
[Caddillac Tah]
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
[Black Child]
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
[Gotti]
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
[Boo]
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
[Ja Rule]
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

Yeah,
Here we go, feel this shit,
Into the new world, the new day
Ja Rule, Irv Gotti, nigga,
Its Murda . . .
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 !!!
Niggaz know who dope yo
Shit the flow is retched
And my gee too futuristic for you hoes 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 wings
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
Cause I torture, J to A R-U-L-E
Niggaz cant be seriously fuckin' wit me.
What you Holla bout
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 there's nuttin but filth
Don't let it fool ya
I still let these slugs 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 gloves on
Make you check fo forensic, son
In yo appendix, son, you got hit up HuH?
Fuckin wit Ja you know it's MURDAAA
Rule spits monotonous, hot as apocalypse
Now you eyin dis ferocious mic supremist
Whose limits is 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 hoes in da back rows tossin it up
I got da touch cause my flow is bananas
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 hoes in stilletos and thongs (NIGGA)
It's a break of a new day (yeah)
May-be you'll get to see violently (yeah)
What drives me (yeah) take 'em back to da gutter (yeah)
Smother the world in filth (uh-huh)
Rule's da name and now you gon see how I'm built.. nigga

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
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
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 woodies
And make the john last long
Ex, now you can serve that
Cuz no doubt it's murda
Ya heard that
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
You know how it goes
Comin out of my clothes
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
You got me high as a kite
Feel like doing something freaky tonight
When I think about you and me

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)
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
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
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
Oh oh oh oh ohhhhh

Umm hey, comin from Where I'm From (I'm from) ohhh yea
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
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)
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
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
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

[Ja Rule]
Buck 89 on the boards . . . what up Buck
Word to God, Hussein, what up nigga
Haha, life is good . . . a yo
It's a reality that . . . all the real niggaz
Have to smash on the bitch niggas
And you know I like to call this The Wrap, hehe, yeah, uh, yeah
[Verse]
It's a Wrap and any men that don't wanna get clapped
Better not violate the camp, get shot down by chance
I'm real advanced with that cock and blast
Cause the feds wont look back, for cleaning cash
What cashes we cleansing, it's all about the Benjamins, what
If it's dirty then we rincing it off
You niggaz don't give a fuck, mobbed up in H2s
Niggaz is tlaking shit, aw bitch, that's old news
They say I rap to rhythm and blues
But when I turn on the radio, I hear y'all niggaz rappin' it too
He's like "Baby can you give it to me"
Nah, I'ma give it to you
The same way that we gave it to Proof
The same way that we gave it to Loose
Put that bang, bang, bang to use nigga
Cause Rule's the truth nigga, for show
Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-uh-uh-oh
Hit 'em in retro, throwback like West 'Paul
Niggaz wanna ball, but can't on the West Coast
Dre Day's been dead a long time ago
Respect the Inc/Row/Rap-A-Lot collabo
Just know that you nigga ain't save on the globe
And while the world probes, I arrest verse I.N.C.
I'm still wishing y'all the R.I.P.
Can I Live, for I D.I.E.
I'm talkin', M.O.B, murder inc bosses
Count your losses
[Fatal Hussein]
Now before they start runnin' they lips
I thought I should warn these motherfuckers, there's a gun in this bitch
And I know he's got one on his hip
But I got the drop, and outside, Rule got the Drops
All it takes is a cock and a pop
Money for bail, ain't seeing no more sales
Instead, I'm poppin' on Yahts
They told me J.Prince runnin' the south
And I'm beast from the east, that'll come and put a gun in your mouth
I got bricks for days, dicks to make a bitch behave
Had to baldhead my shit threw, had to switch the waves
Just that quick, slip and the mac spit, bladdat
Four up in they chest and reload while they back flip
We in this together, bad weather, rippin' the storm
They some dictionary rappers, they just spittin' the norm
You supposed to know the La Costra Nostra flow
I did it, cause I lived it, you can quote the flow
Hit your six up with sixteen in sixty seconds
Get your whips up, we split beams, keep fifty weapons
To you coppers that's posin' a threat
Fire up the air, wholes in the tec
to put a hole in your neck
See I rep for the four forty but I'm about the five
Ride by, blazin' out the five, nigga I'm so cool
Bitches say, Hizzy, you remind me of the old school
In the club posted, snatching hoes with no jewels
Nigga
[Ja Rule talking]
You know
As the world turns, these bitch niggaz is runnin'
and hiding and shit (You know these motherfuckers be ducking' hidin')
But I'm fucking chasin y'all faggots
All across the globe (Smashing they ass)
Out the back of BET, out the back of clubs
Nigga, you ain't POPPIn' BUB IN NO MOTHERFUCKIN' CLUBS, nowhere
NIGGA, BE HONEST WITH YOURSELF you FUCKING CLOWNs
You niggaz is fucking clowns, y'all ain't gonna nowhere
I'm right here, I'm right here, huntin' you'll motherfuckin'
Bitch ass niggaz down, it's a wrap niggaz, it's a wrap niggaz
it's a wrap niggaz, it's a wrap niggaz
A yo, this nigga, this nigga runnin' around talkin' about
"I got shot nine times, I got shot"
Want everybody to be motherfuckin' sympathetic
A yo 50, pull your skirt down B,
A yo, Niggaz get shot everday b, you tough? HAHAHA
Yeah ... Murder Inc shit . . . bitch ass nigga
WE OUT

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
Thing's Gon' Change
I ain't gonna lie when the heat wave high everbody gotta die
Thing's Gon' Change
You better believe it, we stoppin' niggaz from breathin, poppin niggaz then leavin'
Thing's Gon' Change
One way or another, we gangsta's from the gutta, we shot ya then cut cha'
Thing's Gon' Change
Ja, you ain't never lie when the heat wave high everybody gotta die
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
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
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

Buck 89 on the boards . . . what up Buck
Word to God, Hussein, what up nigga
Haha, life is good . . . a yo
It's a reality that . . . all the real niggaz
Have to smash on the bitch niggas
And you know I like to call this The Wrap, hehe, yeah, uh, yeah
It's a Wrap and any men that don't wanna get clapped
Better not violate the camp, get shot down by chance
I'm real advanced with that cock and blast
Cause the feds wont look back, for cleaning cash
What cashes we cleansing, it's all about the Benjamins, what
If it's dirty then we rincing it off
You niggaz don't give a fuck, mobbed up in H2s
Niggaz is tlaking shit, aw bitch, that's old news
They say I rap to rhythm and blues
But when I turn on the radio, I hear y'all niggaz rappin' it too
He's like "Baby can you give it to me"
Nah, I'ma give it to you
The same way that we gave it to Proof
The same way that we gave it to Loose
Put that bang, bang, bang to use nigga
Cause Rule's the truth nigga, for show
Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-uh-uh-oh
Hit 'em in retro, throwback like West 'Paul
Niggaz wanna ball, but can't on the West Coast
Dre Day's been dead a long time ago
Respect the Inc/Row/Rap-A-Lot collabo
Just know that you nigga ain't save on the globe
And while the world probes, I arrest verse I.N.C.
I'm still wishing y'all the R.I.P.
Can I Live, for I D.I.E.
I'm talkin', M.O.B, murder inc bosses
Count your losses
Now before they start runnin' they lips
I thought I should warn these motherfuckers, there's a gun in this bitch
And I know he's got one on his hip
But I got the drop, and outside, Rule got the Drops
All it takes is a cock and a pop
Money for bail, ain't seeing no more sales
Instead, I'm poppin' on Yahts
They told me J.Prince runnin' the south
And I'm beast from the east, that'll come and put a gun in your mouth
I got bricks for days, dicks to make a bitch behave
Had to baldhead my shit threw, had to switch the waves
Just that quick, slip and the mac spit, bladdat
Four up in they chest and reload while they back flip
We in this together, bad weather, rippin' the storm
They some dictionary rappers, they just spittin' the norm
You supposed to know the La Costra Nostra flow
I did it, cause I lived it, you can quote the flow
Hit your six up with sixteen in sixty seconds
Get your whips up, we split beams, keep fifty weapons
To you coppers that's posin' a threat
Fire up the air, wholes in the tec
to put a hole in your neck
See I rep for the four forty but I'm about the five
Ride by, blazin' out the five, nigga I'm so cool
Bitches say, Hizzy, you remind me of the old school
In the club posted, snatching hoes with no jewels
Nigga
You know
As the world turns, these bitch niggaz is runnin'
and hiding and shit (You know these motherfuckers be ducking' hidin')
But I'm fucking chasin y'all faggots
All across the globe (Smashing they ass)
Out the back of BET, out the back of clubs
Nigga, you ain't POPPIn' BUB IN NO MOTHERFUCKIN' CLUBS, nowhere
NIGGA, BE HONEST WITH YOURSELF you FUCKING CLOWNs
You niggaz is fucking clowns, y'all ain't gonna nowhere
I'm right here, I'm right here, huntin' you'll motherfuckin'
Bitch ass niggaz down, it's a wrap niggaz, it's a wrap niggaz
it's a wrap niggaz, it's a wrap niggaz
A yo, this nigga, this nigga runnin' around talkin' about
"I got shot nine times, I got shot"
Want everybody to be motherfuckin' sympathetic
A yo 50, pull your skirt down B,
A yo, Niggaz get shot everday b, you tough? HAHAHA
Yeah ... Murder Inc shit . . . bitch ass nigga

(with Stefanee Morrison)

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
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
[ 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
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
[ 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'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

Here we go again, baby
Where is the pain?
Had to break free from all this motherfuckin'...
Beside the strengths of my life
Open my eyes and see: it's a big world out there
God can only shine his light on me...
I'm crying, everyone's dead
My pain, my love
Im crying, everyone's dead

[Chorus]
Well bitch niggaz get you of the grind, nigga grab the nine and
Well fake niggaz try to cop the style, cop the 40 cal then
Well if you don't like the way its going down, nigga grip the pounding
And if there's more than one that got the gold, grab the cal keep going
[Verse 1 - Ja Rule]
Real talk, the inc about to run New York
Cause there's no real niggaz left to hold the torch
Who gon' hold us of, cause you don't read newspaper's nigga
Lt Ja tell it, that's murder inc boy's, that's real killers
Money laundering, tax avaid and drug dealers
Backed by chemical grit, you can't be serious
We just niggaz getting money, fucking all the bitches
And life and death between a matter of inches
You know
That fo' four that handle his buisness
Like capital game, reload and hit them with intrest
Damn
What so gangsta about these niggaz
Now I got the full speed niggaz, led
Leave them dead over prayers, or head
Cause we done fucking these same bitches
And you know they talk, and the pillows be my witness
My forgiveness
Niggaz can't be this stupid
It's gun talk, niggaz better get used to it
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Blackchild]
I dont' care if you're a criminal or a cop, shoot or get shot
I'm raised by the plot, product of the hater
The gauge and the glock, and I keep a blade
I ain't afraid if it pop, the gauge still a gun
Married muder one, sleep with the fishes
Tasting red rum, young and corrupted
Nothing to fuck with, straight out of the gutter
With no introduction
Our role models is forced with the hollows
Fuck slothes the swallow the fifth a holla
The whitness and the polla
Weed twisting ganja
Load up the clip's and flip the corner
They Morner, be morners stay gunner
We gangster, gangster point and blank ya'
Thank ya'
Niggaz keep me in the mood
To eat a nigga food
I murder with real bombs
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Ja Rule]
The nine the cal the pound of coke, niggaz
The weed the dope the E' the coke, niggaz
The gauge is mine, that's all I know
I've been doing this since 9 6, the oldies know
This tough load, the 3 8 o's, I let my hoe's hold
Keep it in them working, In case I'm legal searching
They got worship god, and trust the gun
Ask for your forgiveness, and send niggaz up
Fucking stick niggaz up, these bitch niggaz touch
It's all about violence, real niggaz is silenced
And know these niggaz whoes guns got low mileage
Got ducked taped, all tied up in their houses
I'll make you watch while I fuck the spouse
This, ain't buisness, it's personal, gun talk
when I holla your the first to know
How many hoes, and how much blood has been lost of
[Chorus]
Yeah
Murder INC
We riding here motherfuckers

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
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
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
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
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

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
The life, the life (the life, the life)
The life, the life (the life, the life)
The life, the life (the life, the life)
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
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
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 ...
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
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
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
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

Yeah! Uh, it's on now, haha
Yeah, haha, Ja Rule
Niggas let me in baby, it's on now
My niggas
Def Jam niggas, Russel Simmons niggas
Leo Cole, haha yeah
Real shit, all my thug niggas
Big Pre, Big Chaz, motherfuckin black hands
Check it
For the first time in my life, I feel the love from my
Bitches and thugs, spit game and throw slugs
It's the Ruler, live by, take it in blood
Cuz it's the J to the A to the death nigga what
Don't get it fucked up, I'm as hot as it gets
I make hits while y'all niggas best shit be the skits
Can't be serious, tryin to see Ja with blindfolds
I take em off, I'm lookin at you with your eyes closed
You can't see to know, my niggas get dough
Live fast, set you up and rob you slow
Can I, be forgave for cursin your name?
Will I, be the last nigga to shed my pain?
If not, I'm a spit flames till I'm dead and the angels sing
Cuz when you hot that's what this game'll bring
And I'm sick with this, my flow is fuckin ridiculous
When Ja's on the premesis niggas is gon get it
For the fearless, you a little hard headed, you needs to feel it
Clap on em, let these niggas know you dead serious
Niggas comin at who? Ja Rule?
Nigga what the fuck, you brand new? You ain't know?
Hoes get dicked, properly dealt with
Meanin you die slow, like I'm givin out hives in stereo
Clue, world class dinero, dress it up
Put it on the streets like rock that's chopped up
What the fuck?
Yeah, all my niggas locked down
Chris Black, Black Child, Big Snails
Robo Jus, Big Rail
Yeah, all my niggas
This young blood here came up hustlin
Livin corrupted, lickin shots and fuckin
You live to love it, once you're Armor All-in
Your low pros on your west C 400
Residential rolly flooded, with carats
Time to get this pimp shit established
You hoes don't know? I'm extravagant livin lavish
Alias Don (?) Barnes, hun, funds unlimited
Backed by my 'preme team crime representatives
We in this, to settle some sure unfinished business
With deadly intentions, redemption
Rollin live Rovers with new suspension, over niggas
When I quest for nine digit figures
Bitch, we poppin Cham', Cristal, caddy corner from Jigga
Yeah, we them provacative, million dollar click niggas
Up the emmys, prefer crew with linen
Love the devil and women I keep em sinnin
God forgive me, just as filthy as the next nigga
No excuses, but just put in work for Lex Lugers
Laptop computers, the power of smack
This wasn't Compton, look how they snatched black on falls back
I feel that, you like a part of me that I need back
In prison, out of control but driven
>From the island to Clinton, down state to up state
The cell shit could mentally frustrate
With all gray, crimi-nals
Show strength, consolidate with the best a y'all
No doubt, so as we eagerly await your come out
I'm constantly avoidin comin in
But either way we gon walk again, side by side
CMC till I die
When they setenced you five, my heart died
Two loves niggas
Uh, Irv Gotti, yeah Jigga
Ha, my nigga O
Live fast die slow, motherfuckers
DMX, Ruff Ryders, huh, top dog
Sendin niggas to the morgue
Def Jam, comin through, my nigga Clue
What the fuck? Jaz niggas
Yo, yo it's fuckin Ja Rule here to let y'all bitches know
Def Jam presents, Survival of the Illest
DMX, It's Dark and Hell is Hot, in stores now niggas
Onyx, Shut Em the fuck Down, June 2nd
Motherfuckin Def Squad, prepare for the storm niggas
El Nino, June 30th
Survival of the fuckin Illest

I anit much on prayin' now
Alright its alright...
I never really known my daddy
Preach Preach brother preach
My mommas only child street raising
We feel you
I feel funny
Its alright let it out man
You know ya'll ya'll the only family I got
You bet
I guess it really dont matter what happens tomorrow
Amen
Amen

Geah, Lou turn it up a little bit nigga
(rowdy I see you nigga)
Yeah (Queens)
Yo this Shadow in this motherfucker (holla)
Representin Hoodstock (Hussein)
The Stock Family nigga (yeah)
Haha, and its a motherfuckin takeover (geah, Ferrari Black)
We invested in the hood nigga in a lot of different ways
Geah (c'mon), but right now nigga
The bricks is back, the bricks is back
The bricks is back, the bricks is back
Big 'Dow ain't the toughest
so I'll tell you right now when it's on it's nothin
Shadow gettin to bustin
Let me tell you who I be and who I am
Shadow Stock, ready rock, that's what I'm sellin and
E pills, four hundred for fifty get you a refill
Twenty-three a gram nigga, let's do the deal
Representin the Stock Family
I don't really care how big you get pussy, you can't handle me
Won't say I'm the toughest
So I'll tell you right now when it's on, it's nothin
Shadow gettin to bustin
Every class at school nigga was special ed
Teacher got bored a nigga so we was all red
Twenty four with no diploma I don't really care
These cowards don't got it crackin and I'm out there
Lou we got the brown, Ferrari got the green
Smells caught in between, nigga doin his thing
What I'm sayin it's a hustler's pain
Bein rich by myself, it's a treacherous dream
Damn!
Queens is back, Queens is back
Nigga Queens is back, Queens is back
Man Sekou ain't the toughest
I'll tell ya right now, when it's on it's nothin
720 get to bustin
Oh my gangstaness
All the anger in my heart who we thank for this
Yo I can't thank a soul but God and guns
Don't kill a damn fool it's a animant's steel (drugs)
It's the liquor and the bills cause a man to steal
It's the lack of Medicaid and these bitches got AIDS
And they snaggin at the Y, player we too high
I ain't really into ballin and tossin my chips (uh huh)
Rather cop real estate then ride big whips
Rather trick on my wife and go real a dick or hips
Slick bitch that's strict man, she can't get shit
But she get trashed on the car hood by Hoodstock
We got good stock
and size does matter bitch, that's why we slang good cock
Back the thirty eight slug, back out (what what)
Look out the way, 'fore your whole hood shot up (yeah)
The Inc. is back, the Inc. is back
The Inc. is back, the Inc. is back
The Inc. is back, the Inc. is back
Black Child is gutter, it's on motherfuckers
The Inc. is back, the Inc. is back
The Inc. is back, the Inc. is back
Black Child is gutter
I don't give a fuck what I sell out with a gun motherfucker
I got stocks in the hood, sold rocks in the wood
Pop up on your block, with the glock like its good
Got niggaz scared to cop and drop like I'm Suge
Pop if you could, watch if you would
Nigga go platinum from the federal pen
Go 150 months, and come home gettin rich again
Nigga it's sicker than, I hope you listenin
Nigga we glistenin, pop off and leave you in the dead man position
Black Child is Murder, y'all forgettin
The work I put in, the dirt I done did
On this earth niggaz lives is worthless
Unless you worth a few million, school your children
Let the game get to 'em, then they brain get ruined
Mine speak foreign languages fluently
Hoodstock exchange ain't nothin new to me
Cop and go, set 'em shoppin up to Unity
I've been ticklin clit ever since puberty
Might taste it if it smells clean to me
Mama lean with me, holler and scream with me
The Rule is back, the Rule is back
The Rule is back, the Rule is back
Like 'Pac said "keep your head up man"
Like Biggie Biggie "give me one more chance"
Haha, niggaz
I +Clap Back+ just from my mental anguish
This cash is aimless, cop the new yellow Vanguish
And I ride swervin down the westside highway
Get high like a G4 on the runway
I can't land it man with gun in hand
A hundred grand in escrow tryna expand
A million niggaz that brick, whole bricks to grams
Just leave with money, its seems like its Uncle Sam
So keep (hustlin) I done roll that comes from all the pain and the (strugglin)
(Look at here) federal agents (runnin in)
Come again, it must be mistaken identity
Like when Oswald took the rap for killin a Kennedy
We in the street, not industry niggaz
And because we're called "the Murderers" that don't make us killaz, now does it?
Now it's not home but still them trumpets blowin

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
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
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 and 87 degrees muthafucka"
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)
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

What has this world come to What€™s a nigga like me to be perceived that American dream life ain€™t always what it seems my youngings please believe it struggling always provokes to hustling to what we accustomed you get acquainted to everybody throughout the hood still don€™t trust them trust is a serious thing most niggas don€™t trust nobody they ain€™t know since 16 does that mean the devil is in us of course who think is holding us up to fall short touch but don€™t taste tatse but don€™t swallow and these are the rules that we supposed to follow people pray for eternity never see tomorrow they be wishin the Lord will take them away from the horror that I€™m currently bringing ya€™ll motherfuckers gonna have to murder me swinging bud I won€™t die!
Feel what I€™m saying niggas better start saying prayers cause a nigga with no cares is finally here say what I want fuck police cause my gangster niggas know we own the streets with the wind beneath my wings ground under my feet I€™m the black rose nigga that grew from the concrete it is the Rule geet it right or get it real hot a whole lotta shots sent flying through your block pop the one I need and oh before I leave does anybody else feel they don€™t wanna breathe a menace in this society since conceived and nigga you know cold hearts don€™t bleed still they pray for eternity never seeing tomorrow they just wishing the Lord will take away the horror that I€™m currently bringing ya€™ll motherfuckers gonna have to murder me swingin the Rule won€™t die!

I'm rich, I'm rich, I'm filthy fuckin rich!
Mothafucka...thank you! Mothafucka, no thank me!
Big Mothafuckin Remo!
I did it! Baby cakes!
2 more years and you can be where I am,
And you be baby weight!
....Yeah, thats gangsta right there...

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]

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
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..." ->
Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh
I'm tired of the strain and the pain
("They'll never take me alive..." ->
Ooohhh, tired of the strain and the pain
("They'll never take me alive..." ->
I'm tired of the strain and the pain
("They'll never take me alive..." ->
Ooooooohhhhhh, nooooooooooooo
("Cocked on these suckers, time to die" ->
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

Yeah, yeah, uh huh
Race against time, ha part two
You know, haha,
Uh, c'mon
Yeah, yeah, yeah, haha
Nothin like the future
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"
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"
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"
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

[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)

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
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 ain't promised tomorrow, that's why we still hustle
For all my niggaz that can't be here
For every tear, send my a prayer, I swear
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
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
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

Yeah ... ha, uh huh
You know how we do (we're gonna do how we do)
Uh, uh, yo my nigga Cad what's hangin nigga (gangsta shit)
Nigga Terry what's goin on nigga
Let me talk to 'em for a minute (Murder Inc. bosses in the building)
Yeah, haha
Niggas! Grip the iron and keep it cocked
Bitches! Work your clit keep that pussy hot
Cause it's all about the benjamins and nobody ain't doin it like us
C'mon what y'all want?
Niggas! Grip the iron and keep it cocked
Bitches! Work your clit keep that pussy hot
Cause it's all about sex, money, and murder
Bitches that burn ya, niggas with burners
Cocked and let go!
Fuck all y'all motherfuckin bitch ass niggas
I'm talkin to whoever wanna be ridin my dick
And you know your gon' get it as hot as I spit it
It's the Rule and nobody wanna be bothered with
If I hit 'em in every direction with four fifths
Will expend like 45's with compact discs (c'mon)
It's a disappointment to see niggas flip on Rule like they double jointed
When I'm one of rap's anointed
Who else used to order it all on the dick
Like when I come through with spinners on the six
And got bitches bouncin like Ronnie in Tricks
But some whores in this game really don't make sense
Bomb roof and via Cal's and clonin Ems
But when bullets go through your film, we break your limbs
A horror show, yeah picture this
Cause I guess you can't see it, it's Murder again
Rule I fuck with bitches in Manolos and thick Louie Vuitton logos
Cause I don't love these hoes
I'm above and beyond everything that your seein
And I'm the only real nigga left rappin this freakin
If I could be one of the seasons, you'd call me summer
The way I bang the heater out the back of the Hummer
The bull just move like runners from city block to city block
Layin down the foundation for what's really hot
Y'all niggas really not on my level (c'mon)
I'm like slugs when they pierce the metal, you see sparks (what)
My voice is a brush, they hear it it's like art
And nobody can really tell the twins apart
I call one Nina, other one Santa Maria
I might roll up on your set, dump and lean ya
My bitch is cocked to bang men in Virginia
Don't make me run up on ya, put a few in ya
Yeah, yeah, yo, Murder's outlaw, that guess I get a city's a broads
So I push the Porsche high and truck to court
Holla at the judge if the judge made a bad decision
I feel like the nigga that triggerin guns with mittens
It's hard to get done, I'm hearin that security runs
around 30K, if they don't get hit with an AK
And found out that the security's runnin another way
Like with me, it's Murder, probably
If I could drop in to manslaughter get a bail and flee
Cause my downess says bitch up, let her handle the pick up
Snow cone the country leave no market untouched
Call me drugs if this is how they pushin us rafters
But I don't do it cause I need it, I do it cause I want more
Definition is greed, I do it cause I want yours
And y'all niggas is teasin, y'all don't really want war
But if you really do, your gonna need a lot more
Faggots, haha (Panna Banana what up)
Yeah, shout out to my nigga 01 (my nigga Holla, I see you baby)
Baby, you know what I mean? My nigga Black Child (Joe, what up nigga)
Big Caddillac, my motherfuckin partner my brother
What up Gotti, you know how we gonna do these niggas
You ain't got to pick up no mic either my nigga
I got this, I got these niggas Gotti
Holla back nigga
Yeah, uh, yo my nigga Burns in the building

Old (World if I grow old)
I be shocked myself (I be shocked myself)
Cuz only Lord knows (Cuz only Lord knows)
All the pain I was dealt (All the pain I was dealt)
I should kill myself (I should just kill myself)
And get it all over with (And get it all over with)
But then I stop and think (But then I stop and think)
That's the life that I live (That's the life that I live)
World if I grow old (World if I grow old)
I be shocked myself (I be shocked myself)
Cuz only Lord knows (Cuz only Lord knows)
All the pain I was dealt (All the pain I was dealt)
I should kill myself (I should just kill myself)
And get it all over with (And get it all over with)
But then I stop and pray (But then I stop and pray)
Lord watch over me (Lord watch over me)

(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
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...
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
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

[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

(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?
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?
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?
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
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

Ayo buck ayo start the motherfuckin track
we let these niggaz i aint got to spit shit at these clown
these fuckin chumps word to mother right now
i'm about to go a head and continue
to make my motherfuckin hits and shit
and do what i do you know that motherfuckin platnum sound
that muder inc sound

Ja Rule feat. Ashanti
Mesmerize
Haha yea
What up ma
Yea I know, I know
It's all good
Murder inc
[Chorus:]
[J] Girl your stare those eyes I
[A] Love it when you look at me baby
[J] Your lips, your smile I
[A] Love it when you kiss me baby
[J] Your hips those thighs I
[A] Love it when you fuck me baby
[J] And I cant deny I
[A] Love it when I'm with you baby
[Ja Rule:]
I got a fetish with fucking you with the skirt on
On a back street in the back seat of a Yukon
What's taking so long?
I'm getting extra impatient waiting for you to tell a nigga to move on
Between me and you we can find a jet to fly in my private g2
I'm not trying to g you ma, I'm trying to see you
Bend over you know how we do it, fleet to shows
Bring heat to the coldest night So ferocious
Promoting The dick game is poor
Cause in the bed nigga go hard like sweat pouring loving the way you be moaning, gripping
the sheets,
Looking at me, Licking at me
Cause every woman just want to be happy
Its crazy but baby I
[Ashanti] love it when I'm with you baby
[Chorus]
[Ashanti:]
Now ima get away
Cause you know like I know
And there's a better day coming
And I hope you love it
Believe me
And when you want my body
I know you need me
Wait for me baby
I been going half crazy for your love
And I been told that the sex is better then drugs
Making addictive or missing
Your the only piece of the puzzle been missing
Like when you kissing (ride ride ride)
You got a girl that'll ride, ride, ride
So take me tonight and do what you do to me baby
[Chorus]
[Ja rule]
Shorty Are you really getting bored with me
Ah hell Cause though I play a lot of games
I play them to win
[Ashanti] But then again I'm still young and willing to love, love
[Ja rule] Your know you ride and I'm the tiger
pull up to your bumper get your number
[Ashanti] Baby I can only help but wonder
[Ja rule] life would be without
[Ashanti] my sweet baby
[Ja rule] and you're my baby
[Ashanti] Holler if you hear me
[Ashanti]
Oooooh oooh oooh
You can understand that my love is pain
And how I feel babe is a women pain
[Ja Rule] It's a mans world but I understand
[Ashanti] But there still nothing different boy lets go through the flame
[Ja Rule] Be my down ass with your round ass
[Ashanti] I know I'm feeling you
[Ja Rule] Like you feeling me
[Ashanti] The way your wantin my body
[Chorus]
[Ashanti]
I love when you touch me
All over my body baby
I love when you kiss me baby
All over my body baby
I love when you touch me
All over my body baby
I love when you kiss me baby
all over my body baby
[Chorus]

JA RULE - Body lyrics
(feat. Ashley Joi)
Oh Oh
Here We Go Now
Shake Your Body Like A Tambourine
Give It To Me Now
You Know
Shake Your Body Like A Tambourine
[Hook:]
Baby It's Your Body Your Body Your Body
Can't Complain
It's The Thing That Make Me Say
Yeah Yeah Yeahhh
Baby It's Your Body Your Body
(My Body Body)
Your Body (My Body Body)
That Got Us Goin Crayayzy...
[Verse 1: Ja Rule (Ashley Joi)]
Shawty Got A History
(A Sexy Freak You Know)
Keep Em Trickin Then She Send Em
(Tipin' Then They Gone.)
Ridin Round At 3 Am
(Im Making That Phone Call)
Even Though I'm Far I'm Coming.
(Baby I'll Be Right Over.)
[Ja Rule:]
Yess Im Feelin Myself
Especially Right Now
Your Doors Will Lift Up
The Top Will Come Down
You Dat New Car Im Drivin Now
Baby Youz A Rida Let Me Pull Up Beside Ya
But I Aint Trynna Get Put Out
Im Juss Really Trynna Put It In Your Mouth
To See Wut It Do Baby Wuts It About
Im Hearin You Be Turnin Them All Out
[Hook:]
Baby It's Your Body Your Body Your Body
Can't Complain
It's The Thing That Make Me Say
Yeah Yeah Yeahhh
Baby It's Your Body Your Body
(My Body Body)
Your Body (My Body Body)
That Got Us Goin Crayayzy...
[Verse 2: Ja Rule]
Back And Forth And Forth And Back Baby
She Like Hit It From The Back I'll Ride You Later
And We Was Only In The Elevator
Hope Her Mind Was Right Cause The Look Was Major.
When Women Don't Wanna Cum I Make Em, Begg Em
Make Em Feel Like I'm Doin Them A Favor
Give Em An Ultimatum
Cause Rule Ain't No Essay
I'm Horrible Like West Craven
If U A Hoe I Can't Save Ya
What I Can Do For It Goes
Without Sayin Not Sayin
I Want Us To Be Naked Baby
I Don't Want You To Think That I'm Ungrateful Baby
Especially When You Work That Twork That Body
For Me In The Club And All Eyes Is On Ya
We Don't Need To Talk Money Cause My Eyes Is On It
Besides Baby You Know What I Want.
[Hook:]
Baby It's Your Body Your Body Your Body
Can't Complain
It's The Thing That Make Me Say
Yeah Yeah Yeahhh
Baby It's Your Body Your Body
(My Body Body)
Your Body (My Body Body)
That Got Us Goin Crayayzy...
[Verse 3: Ja Rule (Ashley Joi)]
Girl I Got A History
(Of Taking Women Home)
Sleepin With Em Then I Kick Em
(Out Chick Its Time To Go)
Riding Round 6 Am An (I'm Tryna Sleep It Off)
Cause I'm Ridin And It's Too Early
(Too Early In The Morning...)
[Ja Rule:]
I Gotta Get Get Get Up
Get Dressed So Fresh So Fly
Im Only Here For The Night
Baby Tomorrows L.A Next Weeks Mia
Round The World And Back Again
It's Me (Me) Love The Way I Hit It
Reminsicin About It
Baby Sky's The Limit
Give Me The Motion
To Get In Where I Fit In
We Ain't Fucked In A Good Minute
[Hook: x2]
Baby It's Your Body Your Body Your Body
Can't Complain
It's The Thing That Make Me Say
Yeah Yeah Yeahhh
Baby It's Your Body Your Body
(My Body Body)
Your Body (My Body Body)
That Got Us Goin Crayayzy...
[Ashley:] My Body [x8]
[Ja Rule:] Baby It's Your Body
[Ashley:] My Body [x8]
Baby It's Your Body.

Yeah. What y'all niggaz want
street shit, Memph Bleek shit, Ja rule shit
You heard nigga
It's all real in the field nigga
Niggaz live wit it, money drugs and murdah for life
Bitches deal with it, only lovin them hoes for the night
If your feeling it, get high its alright
but you can't get it, until the day of our demise
You can holler at the dog haters wanna see me fall
Bitches wanna too see me ball killers they don't wanna see me at all
If I wasn't rolling with the rock
Will you niggaz pass rock share birds or flash glocks
I walk around wit two Mac's, razors and icepicks
Just cause you niggaz want to see me hurtin like them
Its all about the benjamins money cash hoe's
livin through this shit i'm in nigger stack doe
Street scholar, eight figure nigga white collar cat
ain't the M-E-M-P-H man, bitch holla back
I'm a creature smoking on hay since it was reefer
Drug ass flow like I was cut wit ether
Mark ass nigger don't want a part of this nigga spark with this nigga
blaze bark wit this niga
Me and Ja Rule fuckin you hoe's is what these guys do
Ain't the type to buy you, mommy how you, slide cock inside you
supply you with ten bitches times two, I'm a motherfuckin animal
Fuck the world cause it ain't quite ready me
I'm living my life niggaz take a look at these eyes
Witness what it is to be real niggaz
guns, drugs, hot slugs, coke runs, want some, get some
Bad enough buy some nigga
Fucking around with Ja and Bleek and get hit up
Tearing your whole clique then we clip up
Nigga thats what these Murderers nigga that's us
What the fuck, is you ready to die right now nigga?
Know you feelin my style nigga
Run wit nothing but wild Brooknam and Queens Isle niggaz
Hit em any nigger that breath rule riddel em wit hot one
Ain't nigga like me, who you riding wit?
Rolling nothing but hot shit your bitch my bitch
Only difference is bitches on my dick blow dick
How I cock spread hit ho's love that shit, you celibate
I'll turn you into the freakest bitch
Have you topless dancing in bars naked for dollars
Y'all bitches know what my style is
Always on some foul shit, Rule bitch
Let the world know
When I spit nothing but that murderous live wit it
Hol-la! What you think of that, bitch where we freakin at
Bum chick don't speak to that, fly momma creep wit that
Live with it nigga hit it, don't stop get it get it
Don't tricking bitching, would you fuck with it
Brooknam and Queens
Yo, it means more killin, more guns, more drugs, more real ass niggaz
HOLLA don't give a fuck, DOLLAS niggaz what you want get it
Crump blaze skunk, what the fuck y'all want nigga!
None of me cause, I hit em wit to much style
And my energy got these niggaz creatin lil me's
I'm a lock and squeeze know that its my time
If I leave air breath niggaz haten on mines
I'm a nightmare niggas better prepare to die
And deal wit Ja hollerin Murda 4 life!
Uhh yeah
Ja Rule, Memph Bleek
Holla back, Roc-a-Fella
Its Mur-da, Its Mur-da uh uh

Uh, uh, yeah
We back up in this motherfucker
Murder Inc
Ha ha
I go by the name of the Rule
You know
Got my nigga Chink Santana in the house
My nigga Buck, my clique niggaz
My murder by number niggaz
My nigga black, 0-1 you know
My new nigga life...what's happenin?
Yeah
Bout the let these bitches know like you know
When we fuckin em and shit all crazy
You want a nigga callin shit
We ain't got time for that ma
We just come threw and murder the puss that all
Ha ha ha ha
Baby when your sexin me
I kinda like when ya...murder me
Baby....murder me
Listen love I know your used to gettin sweet nothings whispered to ya
But my dick game will ruined ya mind and influence ya to do certain things
Like hop in the range, in the rain, ass naked, to get spanked
This is your world and your doin your thing go ahead momma
I got no problem being on the bottom
The way you shake that ass like ho's from Harlem
Reminds me to call ya the same time tommora
Cuz baby I'm impressed, by the way you, shake them ass and hips
By the way you make me wanna leave the one I'm wit
Take the spot of being my "down ass bitch"
Baby murder me, heh
The way I murder you, heh
That look in your eyes is like the sunrise when your fuckin me
Baby when your sexin me
I kinda like when ya...murder me
Baby....murder me
Yo, yo
We can go from the bed to the hot tub
Until you get enough
Mommy I'll call ya bluff and put it up in ya gut
Cuz I'm a gangsta, so I'll hit her wit the gangsta touches
Bottle of henesey, dro and some dutches
Man I'll pull up in like three in the mornin, honkin
You at the door wit a t-shirt on and a thongs
And tellin me come on in get out of the cold
But never the less I hit the flesh and gotta go, rarely though
Let me put a buck in your ear
and let you know I'm the thug of the year
And the last thing I do is care
Legs up, killin it, drillin it
Man she feelin it, shiverin, talkin in tounges
Caddy gotta sprong, daddy long shlong
We get it on, like pong
Stars wit a gangsta twist to it
Now lets do it
So whenever your ready just page me
And you'll see, How I murda, and hearda, the pussy
Baby when your sexin me
I kinda like when ya...murder me
Baby....murder me
Hold on baby you gotta holla at the king as your sexual pralus
Is more than wild it's border lined and foul
Your look, your style, that freaky smile
Got me layin dick to ya god bless the child
I get hold it's on I make ya scream and moan
The thugs nature, how could a nigga hate the
Way I flip it, smack it, bounce it, ride it, taste it
Lick her tits, break down the walls the basics
Face it, your fuckin wit a cocksman love
And you defend on the ball like Garry the Glove
Paintin, no relation
Not alot of sation
Brought her own K-Y ready for penetration
I patient, I'll murder the puss when I'm ready
But meanwhile, and me doin this Marvin Gay medley
And you'll murder me the same way I murder you
Baby
Baby when your sexin me
I kinda like when ya...murder me

I know you niggaz ain't fuckin' with me
How dare these niggaz try to fuckin hate on me
Come out and make records sound just like me
But nobody does this here quite like me
Now let me tell a little something 'bout me
Pops tags, things fresh to death like me
Who pulls more whips out the stash than me
Y'all bitches wanna ride, c'mon it's on me
I guess it's my time, all eyes is on me
Man everybody wanna rhyme like Rule, sing like Rule
Talk some shit to get they name on the news
Papers, haters never pay they dues
Always got to be in somebdy shoes
Walk with me, or ride this on Bentley
With the rims you can sit in
Or the Enzo with them TV's that's hidden
I stay in menages with various women
Huh, I'm just kiddin' that's not how I'm livin'
The realest, the nigga in the realest state
I got real estates in different states, go figure
Cause I ain't singing you'se a +Gold Digger+
But bitches, +you ain't fuckin' with no broke niggaz+
That's why I ride, ain't you see I put you on the CLS
We on the point your voice sound like sex, yes
There's no real way to stop me, that's why y'all copy
I know you niggaz ain't fuckin' with me
Yea, I know, one more gin, bitch you better come on in
Relax a while, sip on hypno and henn
I like your style, you're so old school
In them Sasson Vidals, fiftyfour eleven
Reebok classics Remind me of '87 when
Niggaz was playing with blocks like little kids and
Even though we men we still big wheelin'
Still cop cribs, six beds, four baths, high ceilings
All of the art of drug-dealin' cause every mil
Is two for me, when it's all tax-free
Pray for God's children, all except for me
I'mma walk in the path the Lord has paved for me
One foot at a time, niggaz follow my footsteps
Put the world on my shoulders, leave one set of footprints
Man, y'all motherfuckers can't stop me, that's why y'all copy
I know you niggaz ain't fuckin' with me
I know what niggaz to do right, can't do no wrong
And everything's alright, then lyrically goes wrong
No part to piss in, no shoulder to cry on
You get to thinkin' why can't we let by-gones be by-gones
Rule the icon, who killed the industry like iPods
Had these niggaz runnin' like track stars
Except runnin' backwards when I sit back rollin' the backwoods
Loadin' my trey-duece for them niggaz that act hood
Ridin' my six-duece uptown, I'm so hood
Bitches love the coupes when them doors swing upwards
Money long, I'm putting from the green like T-Woods
?? is not to be confused with white good
White gold should never be percieved as platinum
And cubic-zirconia never gon' shine like diamonds
Cause, no matter how hard they copy, they still not me

[Talking]
These faggot ass niggas,
Ay yo Buck, word to mother,
Yo they had young Malcom silenced too long baby,
They can't fuckin hold me down nigga,
What the fuck these niggas thought,
It's the I-N-C nigga, it's murder,
M-I-B nigga, Murder Inc. Bosses, motherfuckers,
Ja Rule, haha
Ay yo Buck, turn this shit up in my motherfuckin headphones,
Turn me up niggas, fuck these faggots, haha
It's real nigga, yeah, it's real nigga (ay yo, word ta motha)
(FUCK YOU LOOSE CHANGE, YOU FAGGOT!) yeah (FEMINEM IMA SLAP THE SHYT OUTTA
YOU BITCH!!)
MURDA INC NIGGAS!!!
[Rapping]
How many niggas hold they heat like Rule?
Sidearm, barrel ta mouth ta blow ya head out through tha south,
An' let 'Lil J get ta airin' ya out.
An' if there's any change left I toss ya on down ta tha west,
An' let (westside!!) tha road ride down on ya
California, love is what ya crave so on ya grave
it's gon' read: "Here lie Fifty, who snitched on many.
That half a dolla, that nickel, them dimes, an' died like penny."
An' Murda Inc. will send they deepest condolences and sympathies
ta Aftermath, ta Shady, Interscope and Jimmy,
I mean ya know ya team they really some pee-ons, gettin' peed on,
an' leaked on.
I'm talkin' 'bout faggot ass gay Dre young,
an' she told me all about how ya used ta take transvestites home,
an' occasionally wear thongs.
No wonda Feminem be cross dressin' in pumps an' tight 'lil dresses,
my pumps, they leave big messes...
An' I know tha 'Truth Hurts' when I bus' records,
Battle of da sexes, is dat a woman or a man?
I really don't care ta stand but Fifty you gon' get shot again
by the M-U-R-D-E-R INC, I'm tha rappa that sings,
totes guns an' blades. An' these Fed's can't discuss 'em
cause while he violatin' ?? cryin' bitch to Russell like:
(BEAT CHANGES TO NAS'S "MADE YOU LOOK)
They shootin'...ahh makes ya shook an' got Bus' rhymin' tha same ol' hook.
Like, they shootin'...I ain't shoot up ya land,
I'd a put ya in tha coroner van.
Like my nigga J *muah*
Tha Vanguish will be tha ghetto car when I clap at ya garage.
An' Em, whats tha du-rag for?
You neva gon' have waves, you'll never know black pain
but you can become tha first white rappa slain.
Jus' get yo money mayn, tha INC is runnin' thangs,
hideout wit 'Loose Change'.
An' you nigga Ima send you ta mommy...
wit strict ordas from Gotti ta hide tha body.
An' Dre, ya days comin' too cuz I got a team of misfits thats quiet
an' handle they business, Cause....
IM SHOOTIN'...at all yall niggas,
an' 'Lil Mo you jus' one of dem bitches
that ain't had a hot song in how long? NEVA!
Ya betta off wit a dick in ya mouth, shutup!!
Em ya claim ya mother's a crackhead and Kim is a known slut,
so what's Haley gon' be when she grows up?
MURRRDAAA!! Yall know what it is.
MURRRDAAA!! Yall know what it be.
MURRRDAAA!! Yall know what it is.
MURRRDAAA!! I-N-C (BOOOOOM)

hello, hello people out there in the world of America,
This is your host, Bobby Creep.
I'm here with my special edition, of the lifestyle's of the
scared, and famous.I'm here with the worlds most scariest rapper: 50 cent!
He's here with 6 bodyguards,and he has a bulletproof humbee, humvee Excuse Humbee for bompfroof that is.

This one goes out
To all my niggaz across the world
Going through that struggle
Feeling that pain
We wit you my niggaz
But no matter what God has planned for us
Know this
Life goes on
I pour out the liquor for (ohh)
I wish I wish I wish for (yea)
For all my niggaz that's dead and gone (ohh yea)
I'ma see you when I get there (life goes on)
I pour out the liquor for (ohh)
I wish I wish I wish for (yea)
For all my niggaz that's dead and gone (ohh yea)
I'ma see you when I get there (life goes on)
They say kill or be killed's the only way to live these days
So how come only my hood niggaz live this way
We put together the puzzle but still stuck in a maze
I put it all in perspective cause I'm coming of age
28 and I see more niggaz go to the grave
More mommas in pain
More murals wit names (ey)
Sometimes you look to the Lord to blame
And pray everyday wishing that things could change
Cause I'm just wishing you was here my niggaz
Wish that you could be wit me to ball my niggaz
Send a sign I'm on call niggaz
Promise to pick me up if I fall my niggaz
The way I wish y'all was still alive (I know)
Through memories y'all still alive (and I know)
Through my eyes in my mind you'll live 4 ever
I pour it out 4 my niggaz that's dead and gone
As 4 my niggaz in prison I throw it up cause I'm riding for 'em
*Big Black and *Lil Will them there my niggaz still
*Mu Tah and *Lil Itchy you know a nigga miss you
*Tron and *Lil Al *Bam *Skeet and *Younger Al
*Tron and *Lil Trap I wish y'all was still here
And I ain't a heard a word for more than 10 years
I feel that if I'd been there, he's still be here
But I'ma hold it down and ain't gon' cry about it
Cause I'ma holla atcha I'll see you in the next life
And I'll still be that same nigga
Still doin thug thizzle
Wearing the same ol' Dickies
Then we can drink the same Henny
Cause back then that's how we did it
So how could I 4get it
My three daughters and goals out the doors
I lost in the struggle
My homie and my oldest brother
What part of the game is this my nigga
Wish you was wit me in my 6 my nigga
While you was flipping them bricks I figure
I been flooding the streets wit hits my nigga
You told me give it my heart
I gave it my love
I gave it my life
But you was my blood
You bringing me pain dawg
But I'm on the grind
I'm trying to stay focused
I'm losing my mind
I'm missing you dearly
I wish you was here dawg
Fucking these hoes wit me
But instead I'm in tears
But when you passed it rained
And God's tears took away the fucking pain
So look man (ey)
I can't cry no more
You died once and you can't die no more (no more) (shit)
So they can't stop me now
The only way is if they pop me now
I'ma hold it down
Damn
Y'all niggaz got me feelin this shit in here man
V- I miss you
It's aiight tho
Life goes on
No matter what
Life goes on, right?
I wanna say to all my peoples
All my niggaz
All my family
Just in case I don't get a chance to
I love y'all

[Vita]
Come on murda
Come on
Come on
Oooh
[Vita]
You wanna wine me, dine me, slide behind me
Scratch my back, grab my neck and call me mami
Now you slept with her, through the dos and don'ts boo
Crept with her for your needs and wants
So the kinky little things that you do, Rule
Finally caught back up to you, true
If you knew what I knew, ooh
You better watch who you screw baby
[Tah Murdah]
First things first
Ma, let's keep it on the low and out the hood
Cuz if our buisiness is everybody's, that ain't good
I got a spot where we could lay M-I-A
By the water, a beach house in Mi-a-mi
Yea, even the hunnies play they know how the game go
I don't tell, and you won't tell, and nobody'll know
Hunnies holla, and at the end of the night
I give em a first class ticket to paradise
I twist backwards, Ma u wanna fly?
Believe it's that good and mami I ain't gon' lie
If you give it to Tah, shhhh nobody'll know
Keep it low, the only way to keep it
Murdah be creepin fa sho
Soon as he hit the tunnel I through in the Hummer
With the E flights of the O and the fire dro
Even though (We Murderers Baby) it's all gravy
As long as it don't get back to my lady
Murdah mack and I'm crazy
[Chorus: Christina Milian]
Now every little thing that we do (that we do)
Should be between me and you (me and you)
The freaky things that we do (that we do)
Let's keep between me and you (me and you)
Cause every little thing that we do (that we do)
Should be between me and you (me and you)
The freaky things that we do (that we do)
Let's keep between me and you, ba-byyy
[Black Child]
It's deep, when you murda mamis from the street
When it's beef, she know how to raise the heat
And when we creep, we might never get caught
Cuz she know I'll put her man on life support
Picture me and my mami in court, never God
I got a street freak, all night we fought
Then we crush, when we finish fightin it's so exciting
Had her doin the dyke thing with my dove from Dikeman
Aiight then, gettin hot when the is dog bitin
It's tight then, better feelin then I get from writin
I like when, you and me about to get it on
And that dance that you do when I throw on the Thong Song
[Chorus]
[Ja Rule]
Holla, if you hear a nigga hollerin at cha
Just between me and you, I'm really diggin you
And this is what you should do, let's do some creepin
Love your man all week, and see me on weekends
I'm your part time freak-er
All Rimmied up, on extasy and wifey free
Sex with me could get a little crazy at times
Once I start and I sweat, it's the heart of the grind
I'm lookin down at my watch, it's about that time
Your man calls, and you start to lie
And it seems like everytime I'm in bed with you, baby
Homey be checkin up on you, baby
That nigga must be, crazy, broke, and lazy
No wonder you fuckin me
Baby, it's just me and you and nobody got a clue
About that freaky little thing that we do
[Chorus]

What up love
You thought I wouldn't recognize ho like stats
I peep you at the strip joint
You and that little black chick
Acting like you so innocent
When you in the six
Usually that bring the freak right out of a bitch
I knew something was wrong
Lesbian I go on
Ain't nothing wrong with bump n' grinding right
I like mines tight
You like yours licked
And we both like bitches to get high high wit
You opted to leave a nigga with no options
You freak hoe dance topless baby
What's ya sitcho
You ride dildo
Plastic nympho
Only see dick in porno
Hun lidten
I can make your life a world of difference
Throw me in the mix of your sexual experiences
See what happens
In like two weeks
These hoes is freaking
Making about two g's a piece a weekend
That's what I'm saying
It ain't easy pimped out
Flossing furs
Diamonds
Matching sets his and hers
Keep ya hoes on point
Tell them watch the fuzz
Cause
Bitch better have my money
Keep my ones on top
My tens on lock
My hoe in the drop
Got a hot little co-op
Prestigous
Rock a cuban link with Jesus
Lord have mercy
Let me touch this
Tease it
For reasons
I can't explain to you lord
Cause you know my actions are censored
Don't diss chips to fuck with no broad
This one can get it
Damn near split it
Yeah picture me paying for some pussy I ain't even smelled yet
Let alone got wet
But I'm willing to make a bet
That the next time we riding
If she ain't riding
On the turnpike you you bobbing
While I'm weaving
Getting weede
Believe me
This pimp shit ain't easy baby
I tell you ain't no hoes like the ones I got
They make you fiend for that pussy coming up out ya pockets
It ain't easy pimped out
Flossing furs
Diamonds
Matching sets his and hers
Keep ya hoes on point
Tell them watch the fuzz
Cause
Bitch better have my money
Baby girl you so hot I feel like Iceberg Slim
I pimp plenty women
Got to tip my hat to a ten
Just been in too many run ins with dead ends
Comparisions range from thick ones to thin
Explosive sex thoughts coming from this young work horse
I spend hard times like D.A.'s in criminal courts
Fro the love of my life I'll cut down on the sport
For the jewels with ice and creep to never get caught
You know the game
You and I is one in the same
But you got my name
tatooed on ya leg
Shit is serious
Now you caling me acting delirious
Used to be my best bitch
Now somewhat resistant
Street life got you hot like Heather Hunter
Worn out and don't nobody want ya
First time i met ya you played me out of pocket
I ain't know no better bitch
Now stop it
Game is the topic
And what's between your legs is the product
Use it properly
And you'll make dollars biatch
It ain't easy pimped out
Flossing furs
Diamonds
Matching sets his and hers
Keep ya hoes on point
Tell them watch the fuzz
Cause

And what ever it is then that's what is gonna be nigga
Hussein Fatal, the outlaw don, "Blood In My Eyes"
Shyea', Triple O stand up, Got your mind's back right
Jerse's mobbin' these cowards all the time
You know gunning them down, Every thing like that
Smooth stayin' forty below on these cowards, early nigga
Outlaw status only got these niggaz on freeze
Get down and lay down, Draw heat and protect your self
Rule' holla at yo' peoples nigga..
For now on call me the don, and bicthes call me don da da
Where ever I go niggaz soon to follow'
Like when I dropped my first joint making the world "Holla"
I kept it "Between Me And You"
Cause that what real street niggaz do
"Put it on Me, cause even thugs get lonely
Sometimes "I Cry", fo' niggaz I'm a baptized
when will they realize I "Live It Up"
cop tha coke sell it and re' it up
I'm "Always On Time" got bitches "Memsmerize"
from the "Thug Lovin" load the clip
cock back the nine, open mouth shove it
look in his eyes, and squeeze like fuck it
And just to think my niggaz do this shit for nuthin'
When my wild Rule' thuggins, lookin' to get a come up
Come on in and catch the angel that's all in
Call me Lord remis' my time, and I'll arrive with
Blood in my eyes
That's what real niggaz do u know
We hold it down for each other
We don't waste time we get it done
Why not, Why would'nt we, you know
That what goes down you know
You draw yours, I draw mine
Who ever get the drop that what it is
The object is to get it done, let's go it's nuthin' (Yo)
Fuck tha world and niggaz that proceed to run it
Rule' for prez cause I'm one of the best that done it
On the M-I, these niggaz spittin' semi, to get by
But never really get right, livin off of the hit I
"DMX" was my dog, but now we just dog fight
Sucking on glass dicks, calling them crack pipes
And I'm hearin' you letting yo' health slide these days
And yo lady's dicked up, and you contracted to aids
Who the fuck you callin' gay nigga, must a been talk to
Em' and "Dre", nigga, pour out a little liqour
And rest in peace to "Tupac Shakur", cause you let us know
that Dre was a queer before
And "Marshall" how dare you use his name in vain
Son of a panther, you'll never understand his pain
But you do understand trailer parks and cocaine
Disrespcting your mother what fuckin part of
the game is that man , I guess this world need change
so we got it, and now I gotta put 'em in the grave
Red, guide 'em before they put us in the cage
Rule' and Gotti america's most wanted to many..

I'm rich
I'm rich
I'm filthy fuckin' rich
Mutha Fucka
Thankyou
Mother fucker
No, thank me
Big mother fuckin' Remo
I did it
Babycake, 2 more years you can be where I am
And you be baby wait

[Machine talking]
1st message, Tuesday 2:13 p.m.
[Kay Slay]
Yo, it's the drama king nigga, you true for true my nigga,
That change gon' come soon, problem,
that shit is a real fuckin problem,
thats a hot record though word up 1

Ja Rule: Verse 1
It must be the way that I spit shit
That make you say damn this nigga ridiculous
The way I hit 'em and move nigga I can't lose
Inconspicuous incognito niggas ain't ready
For whoever who has the flow nigga know I spit deadly
Fear me to the day I'm dead on the street with holes in me
The ghettos got love for me cuz ima lay for 'em
If I have to gradually down or after
The only fib be love and disaster
Tears before laughter but who gonna cry?
My style be so touchin' nigga wipe yo eye!
Get used to obvious lies and dead wise guys
and any bitch niggaz feel they fuckin wit my's
C'mon let's get it on, to the break in the dawn,
before long if you wrong you be dead and gone
And now i'm the bomb to clarify my name in vain
What you thought motherfuckers I was playin? Baby I hit 'em all
(Chorus: Jay-Z, Ja Rule)
Lord I won't be denied... I'ma Hit 'em Hit 'em
For as long as I'm a alive I'ma Hit 'em Hit 'em
I want my piece of the pie I'ma Hit 'em Hit 'em
Respect mine till the date of my demise...
Baby I'ma Hit 'em all
Thinkin' its a game I'ma Hit 'em Hit 'em
Show 'em I ain't playin' I'ma Hit 'em Hit 'em
For operatin' like planes I'ma Hit 'em Hit 'em
Hit 'em Hit 'em
Ja Rule: Verse 2
Baby I kill 'em all whatcha wanna do with this
nigga nuthin so shut the fuck up
And learn somethin' see my team can get a whole town gamin'
Give it up we even take the small change
Nigga yeah uh you think my way of life fucked up right?
Till you live it and the cash gets to eattin at yo spirit
Fear it you be a broke nigga, you near it,
you be the next nigga,never have to go back and been it
Cold stares thought you need a killa 'round here
Y'all niggaz really have some pitiful ideas
I keep tryin to get this world to see
hustle hard my mind on that money
My motto to be stack it if you got it for when you get it
Don't talk about it just be about it that it
Went all odds against niggaz gettin' rich figure
to earn a dollar makes sense Baby I Hit 'em all
(Chorus)
Baby I come in style comin' fresh out of Queens (Brooklyn)
I recognize how my killa cliques gettin' down
Everyday is while takin' yours into process niggaz is stress
Leavin' peep holes in yo chest god bless the next that get laid to rest
Frustration and stress make me question death
I wanna shoot all niggaz I feel should be shot on the spot
Let 'em rot with lead in their knot
Oh shit you bitch ass niggaz be lit
Smoke weed it give you the heart to proceed
Whatcha game plan you da man
Go for your guns feel no remorse
When i leave your brain ???
Now settle down get your shit tight
Should we expect move right
And everything is aight
But if you slip son that ass is gone top dogg motherfuckers recognize
Baby I'm Hit 'em all
(Chorus)

URRRRRRR
Uh huh
Y'all motherfuckers ready or what?
Is y'all motherfuckers ready or what?
I don't think you are
I don't think so!
They got my back against the building
I'm the villian that's creeping around corners
Like shorty you see them niggas creeping around, warn us
We might be coming through, gunning through, running through
So be careful what you do
Or the slugs might come to you
As long as I can remeber, the streets have kept me safe
And ever since that time in December, the heat's been in my waist
I need an extra set of eyes so I keep my dogs with me
Doctor says let them die said his fucking dog bit me
I don't know whats wrong with me
But it seems like since you heard of us
Y'all niggas turning into murderers
Couldn't fuck with a third of us
Still against me
And wanting to see me in the box
Grilling me all crazy when you see me and the L.O.X.
Leave you Red like Foxx
Ain't nothing funny about that
I see you in a coma, ain't coming up out that
You hold on for too long and they ain't pulling the plug for you
I'll run up in the joint myself and bust another slug on you
It's murda
It's murda motherfuckers
I take a squat then post up with the toast up
I bring beef to a closure
Know somethin?
>From cats stackin four-somes
I'm loathesome
I scream out fuck the world then I throw something
Niggas scheming hard but fuck it, it's the god
I leave bullets lodged leave you leaning on your broad
And our punks leave you gagged up in your car
Slumping Kennedy-style with your memory out
What the fuck y'all want?
Daddio with the calico
Let the gaty blow leave you bleeding on your patio
I leave rivals on their backs looking up at the sky blue
Not only do I leave you I hide you
I before you
X and Ja-Rule
Death before dishonor now and prior to
Boss man spy on you
Conspire you
Me die before you?
You liar, you
Niggas is dead off the hits I approve
Fuck it, I got the feds wearin wired suits
Y'all niggas don't listen
Whether in streets or in prison
When we find them we twist them
They fucking up missing
Y'all don't understand we want y'all all to hate it
It's murda
Murder incorporated
It's murda
In crime we all related
It's murda
See if y'all can take it
I'ma murderer and murdering anything that moves
Through ya nine niggas
Straight do or die niggas
Caught up and fall victim to the worst shit
X, Jigga, and Ja as expected
Shot on the world and reflect it
Niggas don't respect it
So get it the worst way
Fuck with the wolves you get hunted like prey
Shot up in broad day
Now everybody want you
I'm feeling like: stupid didn't the inc. warn you the first time
It's murda
Whenever you see blood
It's murda
Lay you down for the love
That's us
Leave the lights on
Knife through your windpipe
Cause most of your niggas ain't cut right
You thinking it's alright
But it ain't
I'm paralyzing clowns up and down from the waist
Giving niggas facelifts and taking it
While making you bleed
And if I got a taste of the shit I'm taking more than you need
It's nothing but love between me, you, and these slugs
Hit him up wrap his body up in a area rug
Who holding the heat?
Who leaving niggas cold in the street?
Y'all know me, ya Co-D, Ja-Rule the O.G.
Niggas better watch me closely
Get a grip, it's hennessy that fuels all that murderin' shit
When I look in the mirror my reflection is killer
Jigga, X, Ja niggas

Yeah, yeah, heh
You feel that
Can you feel that
Yall cant feel that, heh, yeah
We gonna do it like this
Real old school, shit
Take them back to the parks and shit
Do it like, we used to do it, you know
DJ Irv days, and shit
Lets all get high, get out, feel free tonight
Temptations, is tempting
To have the time of your life
Lets all get high, get out, feel free tonight
Temptations, is tempting
To have the time of your life
Come on y'all, tonight somebody sho nuff
Gon' tear the club the fuck up as soon as I hit the scene
All eyes on us, mean, and so vicious
A good nigga, bad intentions
Not to mention, them 12 engine benzes with fish lenses
We park right out front
To handle our business
The broads on the way in
Showin a little attention
Like, i fucked before but aint never call
Thats life you either love to live it
Or just live it, i live it to the limit
Champaigne finish gangsta
Image, platinum shades swingin
Then i do that 2 step that niggaz do
We dont really dance
We just rub the dick on the ass
And fill the glass with nothin but ??
And if they pop it gettin the poppin with me
Get my niggaz tonight baby, lets partaay!
Yo, uh
Now a party aint a party till chuck come through
Bring who? Rolled dolo jeans over Manolo's
Duke says I look better out the photos
And hotter in person, hottest when I'm cursin
Love my bitch thuggelbees
Strokin my ego, then he go
For the bubbly, nigga love me
We go to the vehicle, talk dirty
Past flirty, flight leavin at 5:30
It's hot in herre, foggin the windows
Bubble m's be the symbols through that!
Throw dat, I the designated driver
Chuck never the rider, gotta play
Passenger side beside them, whoa
Gotta be controllin when I'm rollin
Weed niggaz swollen, cock blocker
Hands on my knockers, he feelin them poppers
But Chuck never givin it up, livin it up
Uh, Count me and My niggaz as OD'in
Rule got a bitch Korean, lap dancin
Off to the murder mansion, ride the shoulder
Benz and the Rover, Nigga we aint sober
Girl Interrupted, murder got me corrupted
With shots so that any lickin shots with the semi
Out the sunroof of the Bentley
Bottles all empty but niggaz got stashes
Never fuckin the glasses
Ha, You know the Rule roll up in the party
Me and Charli, Ready to have them hotties
Rub up on my body, cuz after the club
Its the after set, with some pushin a little head
Is always the safe bet, she tell me V twizzy
In the Red Corvette, swervin lanes
?? a little pain and say what's my name, Rule Baby!
You know it, now lets get high
Take a ride with me tonight, yea
We gotta give a dance to this shit here ha-ha
Uh Murder Inc shit,
Heh, yea Rule baby
Chuck B-More, its a family affair
Can you feel it, can you feel it
You cant feel it, heh
TEMPTATIONS!

Heh ha ha...
Yeah...
Yeah...
'Last Of The Mohicans' man...
Let's go!
Heh...
You'll never take me alive...
(It's time- DJ!)
Heh...
(Wake 'em up!)
I'd like to introduce you all to somebody...
Somebody very dear...
I'm here to put you all through the pressure like nobody ever, 'cause everytime I shoot nothing
but fo' n beta,
An' them slugs get heada' your way any day fella, 'cause when murder reigns you gona' need
umbrellas, Kevlar an' a whole lot of gun runners, you hotdog niggas hide your relish, ain't shit to
tell us, I keep the army, an' they stay armed- best stay the fuck from 'round me, unless your
desire leads you to touch the dream, I be in back of the back, A.G. on the jeans, hit the button to
the left an' you can see how it leans, this thang is like an' airplane you park in the street,
mean, it's so vicious call me young, all the wishes 'cause I wished for it all, beg the lord for
forgiveness, 'cause I sin- I'ma sinner, but I win- I'ma winner, I'm runnin' the marathon an' y'all
niggas are sprinters, I exercise more mental an' massage my fingers, I'm lookin' forward to bangin'
out start to finish, give me a minute let me explain why most niggas is timid, they runnin' round
with good bodies an' no hearts in 'em, makin' it easy fo' a nigga to get 'em- expose em', witness
Rule the chosen man who spit it the coldest, load up this ten shot, till y'all niggas the hole-est,
I'ma God send- niggas better act like they know this muthafucka...
Your game ain't nuthin' but smoke an' mirrors (let 'em know), y'all clowns can't be serious
(uh-huh), many has tried but y'all can't kill us, we still livin' this real vivid- we real
niggas...(nigga), Your game ain't nuthin' but smoke an' mirrors (uh-huh), we ain't neva scared I
hope all y'all hear us, many has tried but y'all can't kill us, we still livin' this real vivid- we
kill killers...
The world is blind so now I gotta spit it in braille, that raw coked up flow you can put in the
scales, so when niggas start dyin' can't nobody tell, it's jus' an' overdose injection of that
braille, Rule, when I come thru' can't nobody move me, I'm exclusive cop some new shit every
Tuesday, excuse me- bitch, I'm one of a kind, when I die study my mind an' dupe' the design, now
I'm inclined people say tha' I'm ahead of my time, whoever said that they must'a had they nose on
tha' line, I'm not even in my prime yet, a veteran in this muthafuckin' rap shit, what religion you
practice, a pristical baptist or catholic, I can't really say I'm religious- an' to that I'ma
witness, but I'm spiritual that's why I keep the Lord in the picture, 40. Cal in the 7-40 I laugh
at niggas that wanna' get buried in cemeteries next to they bitches, an' get thrown wit' bricks
tied to they Lebron's, the game we play is chess- them niggas is pawns, you the first pieces we
take off the board because, I'ma king that's from Queens, an' then it's the whole regime, beta'
known as the team, big shout to my nigga Preme, it ain't nothin' illegal about keepin' ya' cash
clean, when you sellin' millions of records, an' send me some jeans muthafucka...
Your game ain't nuthin' but smoke an' mirrors (let 'em know), y'all clowns can't be serious
(uh-huh), many has tried but y'all can't kill us, we still livin' this real vivid- we real
niggas... (nigga), Your game ain't nuthin' but smoke an' mirrors (uh-huh), we ain't neva scared I
hope all y'all hear us, many has tried but y'all can't kill us, we still livin' this real vivid- we
kill killers...
Yeah...
You know...
Uh...
Wha'cha'll don't know??
There's nothin' real about these niggas in this game...
This is it...
Murder Inc. nigga...
You lookin' at 'em...
The realest muthafuckin' niggas in the game...
You starin' at 'em...
Ain't no need to look nowhere else...
It's murder niggas...
Holla...
We ridin'...
You know...
C'mon niggas...
It's danger...
It's danger...
What up to my nigga Merc...
Big Caddy...
My nigga Black Child...
Rest in peace...
To our muthafuckin' soldier up in Heaven- my nigga D.O. Cannons...
Do Cannons...
We see you nigga, we love you nigga...
(Shadow I see you nigga...
We gon' pour out a lil' liquor...
We gon' have some fun...
We gon' ride this muthafucka' out...
It's murda'...
Real talk nigga...

1st message, Tuesday 2:13 p.m.
Yo, it's the drama king nigga, you true for true my nigga,
That change gon' come soon, problem,
that shit is a real fuckin problem,

It's Murda... (ha ha ha)
It's Murda... we back up in this muthafucka!
It's Murda... y'all know who we be
Yeah, aiyyo don't let me catch ya runnin from the back of BET either nigga
(my nigga Fatal on tha muthafuckin ones and twos)
Holla back you bitch ass niggaz
Yo, cock sucka', I get squat and post and cocked tha nina'
In tha five series beamer, dump and lean ya
I fell off on a misdemeanor, ride red over black madina's
Take crazy for genuis, hated like Jesus Christ
My weakness have always been bad bitches
and new bills with krisis', my thesis more than extrordinary
And that nigga that got shot nine times can tell ya that I don't give a fuck
I don't give a fuck, god may I ask yo' permission to take his life
This is a man be "I" N-C to R-U-L-E extrordinary, one for tha ages
when then sawed off with tha front of them gauges
To engage in combat
To send you and 'fem' where yo moms at
Motherfucka you hear that
And I ain't talkin about them heaven from skies
I'm talkin' about them fire from nines
Or maybe the fifty cal. cause you like five-oh
Or maybe somewhere in Cal where you like to lay low
You bitch made, and I heard about that bitch
you be slayin layin up with, some where off of Sunset
Y'all haven't heard yet that nigga change is "Loose"
And I got "Proof" get it, I got "Proof"
Yo vest is no use when we cock and flame
It's Murda, (yeah) murda incorporated (ha ha)
It's Murda (yeah)
Hussein Fatal nigga (It's Murda)
Muthafuckas...
Rule' these niggas crazy, reppin' him without me
"A.I" ain't in tha click, believe they won't win without me
Yo, I'm small lil' homies, frail but bold
went from base to some bullshit like "Jalen Rose"
Got my blind D-O-G's readin' brail and coats
keep tha heat in tha winter I can't tell it's cold
Clean my set, pieced out flame tha tec
Throw shots out niggas catch like "Wayne Cherbet"
Son of a gangsta, Talk dirty son I'm a bang ya
I'm tha truth with tha ox, keep gum on tha banger
Hussein, the only reason hoes chase tha thugs
Nigga blade part two I got tha taste for blood
Log on Fatal.com, see fatal drop bombs
more militant minded then y'all faded with 'Pac rhymes
Clucthing tha stick beam, suckin' tha stick green
Out tha window or tha sunroof, buckin' tha sixteen
You ain't a gangsta 'Em', this is gangsta shit
And "50" you ain't nuthin' but a gangsta bitch
"Pac'" would have never did no song with no wanksta snicth
He confusin' ya'll he ain't tha shit
We sex, money and murda you niggas
Ain't no playin' around with this rap shit
banana clip, mack's spit bodies rap up in plastic
This tha city where tha skinny niggas die (no)
You heard my dogs this is tha city where tha skinny niggas ride nigga...
Plaaattt... Hussein tha don
Believe we got this shit poppin' in this muthafucka
Rule' it's good...
And we into tha muthafuckin' club you punk niggas walkin out
Brick city, Rule, Rap- alot- mafia! Murda!
Yound D', Merc, Exsaless,
These niggas ain't ready for this gansta shit right here
We been doing this shit for a long time
Ya'll niggas got the streets confused nigga
we been on this gansta thug shit
Bitch ass niggas you know what it is
every time we touch tha muthafuckin booth nigga
It's gonna be fire, fire on you niggas asses
Niggas better gracefully bow tha fuck out nigga
Hussein Fatal' nigga, Rap-alot-mafia, nigga
M.I.B nigga, murder inc bosses,
Rule' we here baby, brick city jerses mafia

Tell 'em
Reemo.....Distribution
Well, you know what we'll do....tell 'em (baby)
You know I.......(whachya gonna do now?)
Fuck ya girl!
Face down ass up
You know we like to
Fuck ya girl!
In the middle of the night
Put it in your butt
You know what's up I'll
Fuck ya girl!
If the puss gets dry
And the bitch gotta curl
Rub it in ya hair
I wanna
Fuck ya girl!
With my dick in her mouth
Chokin' her out (err)
Still gonna
Fuck ya girl!
(Hahaha!)
(This mother fucker's straight)
That's right, come on now!
All you bitches
Ain't give me no pussy before in here
Ya know what I'd say?
Oh, I ain't mad at you (That shit's gonna cost you)
Tina? You know what I'd do?
I'm gonna fuck you girl! (A thousand dollars)
Sherry? I'm gonna fuck you girl! (A thousand dollars)
Maria? I'm gonna fuck you girl! (A thousand dollars)
Lisa? I'm gonna fuck you girl! (A thousand dollars)
Haha!
Those bitches across the world
I'm gonna fuck you girl!
(Wait a minute! You mother fucking talkin' all that shit
That shit's comin' out your budget
Them hoes cost a thousand dollars a piece
Young ass nigga
But ya still my artist, baby king!
Ladies and gentlemen, baby king!
Ladies and gentlemen, god bless and good night.
I wanna goddamn thank all the mother fuckers
who put this together, my mother fucking self.
Anybody who question me...hmm, hold on
Where's my mother fucking bouncers?)

Ja Rule- It must be the way that I spit shit
That make you say damn this nigga ridiculous
The way I hit 'em and move nigga I can't lose
Inconspicuous incognito niggas ain't ready
For whoever who has the flow nigga know I spit deadly
Fear me to the day I'm dead on the street with holes in me
The ghettos got love for me cuz ima lay for 'em
If I have to gradually down or after The only fib be love and disaster
Tears before laughter but who gonna cry?
My style be so touchin' nigga wipe yo eye!
Get used to obvious lies and dead wise guys
and any bitch niggaz feel they fuckin wit my's
C'mon let's get it on, to the break in the dawn,
before long if you wrong you be dead and gone
And now i'm the bomb to clarify my name in vain
What you thought motherfuckers I was playin? Baby I hit 'em all (Chorus)
Jay-Z and Ja Rule- Load 'em all be tonight Ima Hit 'em Hit 'em
For as long as I'm a alive Ima Hit 'em Hit 'em
I want my piece of the pie Ima Hit 'em Hit 'em
Expect my's to the day of my demise Baby Ima Hit 'em all
Thinkin' its a game Ima Hit 'em Hit 'em
Show 'em I ain't playin' Ima Hit 'em Hit 'em
For operatin' like planes Im a Hit 'em Hit 'em Hit 'em Hit 'em
Baby I kill 'em all whatcha wanna do with this nigga nuthin so shut the fuck up
And learn somethin' see my team can get a whole town gamin'
Give it up we even take the small change
Nigga yeah uh you think my way of life fucked up right?
Till you live it and the cash gets to eattin at yo spirit
Fear it you be a broke nigga, you near it,
you be the next nigga,never have to go back and been it
Cold stares thought you need a killa 'round here
Y'all niggaz really have some pitiful ideas
I keep tryin to get this world to see hustle hard my mind on that money
My motto to be stack it if you got it for when you get it
Don't talk about it just be about it that it
Went all odds against niggaz gettin' rich figure
to earn a dollar makes sense Baby I Hit 'em all (Chorus)
Baby I come in style comin' fresh out of Queens (Brooklyn)
I recognize how my killa cliques gettin' down
Everyday is while takin' yours into process niggaz is stress
Leavin' peep holes in yo chest god bless the next that get laid to rest
Frustration and stress make me question death
I wanna shoot all niggaz I feel should be shot on the spot
Let 'em rot with lead in their knot Oh shit you bitch ass niggaz be lit
Smoke weed it give you the heart to proceed Whatcha game plan you da man
Go for your guns feel no remorse When i leave your brain ???
Now settle down get your shit tight Should we expect move right
And everything is aight
But if you slip son that ass is gone top dogg motherfuckers recognize
Baby I'm Hit 'em all (Chorus)

[Intro]
Yeah, yo, yo, uh
Ja Rule, huh, Murder Inc. nigga
(How many wanna die with me?)
Come on, come on
Yo, yo
1 - I'mma ride to the end of the road baby
This life gon' drive me crazy
Been gettin' high lately
Wonderin' when the Lord gon' take me
Where the fuck my gangsta's at? (Yeah)
Where the fuck my bitches at? (Ohhh)
Never gon' see shit without the Lord, they say
What's a nigga to do but kneel down and pray?
Lord, forgive me
They're lookin' down on shit
Sometimes I feel I need out this shit
Spin it 'round one time
Close my eyes, then click
Once I'm dead, maybe I'll deserve all this
World, get off of me
Niggas hitting at Ja from what it sound like
Shit niggas hitting at Rule, don't even sound right
Like I'm that nigga that went platinum damn near over night
You're all welcome, niggas know you wanna live my life
May God help 'm
I'm possessed by my sacrifice
Bitches and ice got me lovin' hell's paradise
You feelin' me?
Repeat 1 (2x)
My life is caught up in some other shit
But I do deal with it
If it floods your heart, live it
Nigga don't die up in it
Just cause my soul's trippin' outta control
Smashed up on the freeway
It's gotta be the drug role, give me lee-way
Cock it back and unload murderers don't fold
Any actions need to be shown?
There we go, lots of holes
Always rap upon my foes
I keep niggas on they toes
Bitches know to get that dough
Niggas know fuck them hoes
We that heat that can't be froze
We that burn that leaves you cold
We them guns you can't unload
We that platinum, not that gold
We them niggas you just can't touch
We them niggas that's just too much
Y'all don't wanna fuck with us
We them niggas, murderers
Repeat 1 (2x)
2 - How many wanna die wit me?
Repeat 2 (8x)
How many wanna die wit me, die wit me?
Evidently these niggas want me out my mind
If you had your way, I would be dead on sight
But I shed my pain, so now my love is life
Niggas hatin' on Ja, and shit ain't half as tight
Hey, you feeling me?
Niggas don't wanna get to close, I'm cut throat
Throw em away like bad coke
You ain't know?
Ja Rule's a killa nigga
Ain't the one to be fucked with
Fuck around, get dealt with
Cock and slide and pull the clip
Nigga ya fearin' this
Repeat 1(2x)
Repeat 2 (7x)
How many wanna die wit me, die wit me?
Repeat 2 (7x)
How many wanna die wit me, die wit me?
Repeat 2 (7x)
How many wanna die wit me, die wit me?

(with Boxie)

I... look at all the lonely people
I... look at all the lonely people
[CHORUS]
Father forgive me
For I have sinned in a world that is broken and scorn,
I should of been warned, nobody tells us
That u will live your whole life just to die and be mourned
So what's it's all for, all the lonely people
Where do they all come from
All the lonely people, where do they all belong
[VERSE 1]
My God!
Everybody wanna look to get deep in my eyes
And see the----like he was close,
I'm the one the Lord himself has chose
to be a stand out and stand alone,
Me myself and I, could've died in the end
-----------casket or pen, probably thinking better state that I'm in,
But then again,
I've been watching from the outside looking in
looking in from the outside theres a reminisce
wanna get witness------------
for those who ain't here who love to hear this
love to see this love to feel this
None of you wouldn't of felt just how lonely life gets
nothing could never see just how dark and I gets why
ask the question and the reason
I... look at all the lonely people
I... look at all the lonely people
[CHORUS]
Father forgive me
But do you know what they scream when they dying in pain,
They screaming your name, the Lord is out savior
That's what the paster says every week sunday and pray
But you're never their, all the lonely people
Where do they all come from
All the lonely people, where do they all belong
[VERSE 2]
Oh Lord!
Will they ever understand us loners, us natural hustlers
that hug the corner and cause it feels like-----------on us
or is it just me the one and only
R - U, L - E
Ain't nothing anybody really could tell me
done been through done seen it all, lately
I'm a get though it just bare ya' soul with me
cause it's all crazy but it's all made me
realize the gift that the lord game me
wish I could sometimes talk to him and save me
what would I say I don't know maybe I'm crazy
maybe I'm lonely only because, I...
born alone to die alone my
life is lived to died to mourned
live for today you died tomorrow that's why
I... look at all the lonely people
I... look at all the lonely people
[CHORUS]
Father forgive me
But there's a life I must claim and this life isn't right,
Just send me a sign, death,
Was the scene of the crime as he lied with his eyes wide and died
And nobody cried, all the lonely people
Where do they all come from
All the lonely people, where do they all belong

Yooo.. uh
Rule nigga
Ja Rule.. 01
[01]
Yeah
It's our world.. please believe
Niggas ain't real.. please believe
It's murda.. please believe
I-N-C.. niggas what's fuckin with me?
R-U-L-E.. love me or hate me.. baby
Refer to 3:36.. baby
That's the rule.. please niggas don't get it confused
See this game that we playin'.. ya'll playin' to lose
Who's next that wanna ride.. (who?)
Spittin.. (who?).. how I do niggas.. (who?)..
knowin they wanna ride (who?)
Rule baby.. I've been really outta control lately
If you relatin' let me hear ya say.. yay-yaay.. yay-yaay
Ya'll feelin' my pain?.. I've been runnin' wild time and again
Ya'll swerve in my lane.. I'll pull up and start poppin' ya brain
Fuck knowin' these broads names.. it's
the champagne
Ya'll niggas is lame.. my niggas ain't sane..
Who you fuckin' with?
[01]
Ya'll niggas wanna dead.. (who?)..
Then wanna ride.. (who?)
Ya'll know the niggas that be steady screamin'.. (Fuck you!)
It's murda murda.. you know it's murda murda
We scream it.. we yell it.. we livin' murda murda murda
[01]
Ya'll ain't feelin.. (who?)
Ya'll don't like.. (who?)
Ya'll know the niggas that be steady screamin'.. (Fuck you!)
It's murda murda.. you know it's murda murda
We live it.. we breathe it.. we screamin' murda murda murda
Murder INC. is my blood..
We go through the pain together.. by any means
Poppin it hot at whoever.. or so it seems
Niggas that getting hot.. not this hot nigga very hot
See it in your eyes.. niggas ready to die
But as long as I'm alive.. I'm puttin' this on my life
For niggas that ain't right.. they get it upon sight
If ya know me.. then you'll no way.. pop away
Cock and pop again.. baby.. men will be men
I spit off 10.. fuck it give 'em the 16
Like my guns dirty and hands clean..
Loose bitches in tight jeans
Old money and crack fiends.. was a fetish..
Before Guliani got into office and deaded shit
Fuck it.. I'm livin' my life on the edge
Got one in the head.. plus a niggas Fed.. 'nuff said
I'm gonna behead niggas that don't believe this
Rule baby.. 3:36
[01]
Ya'll niggas wanna dead.. (who?)
Then wanna ride.. (who?)
Ya'll know the niggas that be steady screamin'.. (Fuck you!)
It's murda murda.. you know it's murda murda
We scream it.. we yell it.. we livin' murda murda murda
[01]
Ya'll ain't feelin.. (who?)
Ya'll don't like.. (who?)
Ya'll know the niggas that be steady screamin'.. (Fuck you!)
It's murda murda.. you know it's murda murda
We live it.. we breathe it.. we screamin' murda murda murda
[Ja Rule]
We are the world's most dangerous.. niggas alive
All of my niggas bang with us.. and let's ride
Muthafuckas will ball but not many survive
Cause 50 shots.. tearin' through the side of ya ride
Cause we are.. (MURDERERS)
Muthafucka you heard.. playa.. (MURDERERS)
Poppin collars in air
Poppin' shots through ya rearview
Bullets, they tear through
Got niggas wonderin' like.. "What the fuck did I do?"
So niggas wanna go and get they man cause they can't do this shit
Because they ain't got no heart for this.. bust a gun and body shit
Niggas like you probably snitch.. do a nigga then get rich
Niggas like you always fit.. 6 feet deep inside a ditch
There ain't nothin' fuckin' with this.. ya know why?
Nigga I just came into the game.. "Ready to Die"
Ready to hold heat.. drive-by with Rule
Poppin shots through the sun roof screamin' "Fuck You!"
[01]
Ya'll niggas wanna dead.. (who?)
Then wanna ride.. (who?)
Ya'll know the niggas that be steady screamin'.. (Fuck you!)
It's murda murda.. you know it's murda murda
We scream it.. we yell it.. we livin' murda murda murda
[01]
Ya'll ain't feelin.. (who?)
Ya'll don't like.. (who?)
Ya'll know the niggas that be steady screamin'.. (Fuck you!)
It's murda murda.. you know it's murda murda
We live it.. we breathe it.. we screamin' murda murda murda
(01)
Ya'll niggas wanna dead.. (who?)..
Then wanna ride.. (who?)
Ya'll know the niggas that be steady screamin'.. (Fuck you!)
It's murda murda.. you know it's murda murda
We scream it.. we yell it.. we livin' murda murda murda
[01]
Ya'll ain't feelin.. (who?)
Ya'll don't like.. (who?)
Ya'll know the niggas that be steady screamin'.. (Fuck you!)
It's murda murda.. you know it's murda murda

yeah yeah, hold up, hold up, hold up.
What the fuck do you want before I open up this grey box?
Nigga, you know what I want.
I want that x.
yeah, but what kind you want?
You want the white booties, you want the
green nikes, you want the Calvin Kleins,
you want the Versaces.
You know I got it all.
Please believe that.

[Ja Rule]
Yo
[01]
Yooo.. uh
[Ja Rule]
Rule nigga
Ja Rule.. 01
[01]
Uh [Ja Rule] (01)
Yeah
It's our world.. please believe
Niggas ain't real.. please believe
It's murda.. please believe
I-N-C.. niggas what's fuckin with me?
R-U-L-E.. love me or hate me.. baby
Refer to 3:36.. baby
That's the rule.. please niggas don't get it confused
See this game that we playin'.. ya'll playin' to lose
Who's next that wanna ride.. (who?)
Spittin.. (who?).. how I do niggas.. (who?)..
knowin they wanna ride (who?)
Rule baby.. I've been really outta control lately
If you relatin' let me hear ya say.. yay-yaay.. yay-yaay
Ya'll feelin' my pain?.. I've been runnin' wild time and again
Ya'll swerve in my lane.. I'll pull up and start poppin' ya brain
Fuck knowin' these broads names.. it's [ ] the champagne
Ya'll niggas is lame.. my niggas ain't sane..
Who you fuckin' with?
[Ja Rule] [01]
Ya'll niggas wanna dead.. (who?)..
Then wanna ride.. (who?)
Ya'll know the niggas that be steady screamin'.. (Fuck you!)
[Vita]
It's murda murda.. you know it's murda murda
We scream it.. we yell it.. we livin' murda murda murda
[Ja Rule] [01]
Ya'll ain't feelin.. (who?)
Ya'll don't like.. (who?)
Ya'll know the niggas that be steady screamin'.. (Fuck you!)
[Vita]
It's murda murda.. you know it's murda murda
We live it.. we breathe it.. we screamin' murda murda murda
[Ja Rule]
Murder INC. is my blood..
We go through the pain together.. by any means
Poppin it hot at whoever.. or so it seems
Niggas that getting hot.. not this hot nigga very hot
See it in your eyes.. niggas ready to die
But as long as I'm alive.. I'm puttin' this on my life
For niggas that ain't right.. they get it upon sight
If ya know me.. then you'll no way.. pop away
Cock and pop again.. baby.. men will be men
I spit off 10.. fuck it give 'em the 16
Like my guns dirty and hands clean..
Loose bitches in tight jeans
Old money and crack fiends.. was a fetish..
Before Guliani got into office and deaded shit
Fuck it.. I'm livin' my life on the edge
Got one in the head.. plus a niggas Fed.. 'nuff said
I'm gonna behead niggas that don't believe this
Rule baby.. 3:36
[Ja Rule] [01]
Ya'll niggas wanna dead.. (who?)
Then wanna ride.. (who?)
Ya'll know the niggas that be steady screamin'.. (Fuck you!)
[Vita]
It's murda murda.. you know it's murda murda
We scream it.. we yell it.. we livin' murda murda murda
[Ja Rule] [01]
Ya'll ain't feelin.. (who?)
Ya'll don't like.. (who?)
Ya'll know the niggas that be steady screamin'.. (Fuck you!)
[Vita]
It's murda murda.. you know it's murda murda
We live it.. we breathe it.. we screamin' murda murda murda [01] [Ja
Rule]
We are the world's most dangerous.. niggas alive
All of my niggas bang with us.. and let's ride
Muthafuckas will ball but not many survive
Cause 50 shots.. tearin' through the side of ya ride
Cause we are.. (MURDERERS)
Muthafucka you heard.. playa.. (MURDERERS)
Poppin collars in air
Poppin' shots through ya rearview
Bullets, they tear through
Got niggas wonderin' like.. "What the fuck did I do?"
So niggas wanna go and get they man cause they can't do this shit
Because they ain't got no heart for this.. bust a gun and body shit
Niggas like you probably snitch.. do a nigga then get rich
Niggas like you always fit.. 6 feet deep inside a ditch
There ain't nothin' fuckin' with this.. ya know why?
Nigga I just came into the game.. "Ready to Die"
Ready to hold heat.. drive-by with Rule
Poppin shots through the sun roof screamin' "Fuck You!"
[Ja Rule] [01]
Ya'll niggas wanna dead.. (who?)
Then wanna ride.. (who?)
Ya'll know the niggas that be steady screamin'.. (Fuck you!)
[Vita]
It's murda murda.. you know it's murda murda
We scream it.. we yell it.. we livin' murda murda murda
[Ja Rule] [01]
Ya'll ain't feelin.. (who?)
Ya'll don't like.. (who?)
Ya'll know the niggas that be steady screamin'.. (Fuck you!)
[Vita]
It's murda murda.. you know it's murda murda
We live it.. we breathe it.. we screamin' murda murda murda
[Ja Rule] [01]
Ya'll niggas wanna dead.. (who?)..
Then wanna ride.. (who?)
Ya'll know the niggas that be steady screamin'.. (Fuck you!)
[Vita]
It's murda murda.. you know it's murda murda
We scream it.. we yell it.. we livin' murda murda murda
[Ja Rule] [01]
Ya'll ain't feelin.. (who?)
Ya'll don't like.. (who?)
Ya'll know the niggas that be steady screamin'.. (Fuck you!)
[Vita]
It's murda murda.. you know it's murda murda
We live it.. we breathe it.. we screamin' murda murda murda

"My nigga Buck 3000 over here, you know, my nigga Gotti, the Princess, Momma, what’s up baby? haha, Brooklyn son, what up what up? My nigga Lloyd, my
nigga Caddy, my nigga C. Gotti, my nigga Young Merc, my nigga Blackchild (EXODUS), my nigga Cool Joe, this is a new beginning, you know, i see everybody
in the building, my nigga L, my nigga Gab, my whole Murder Inc. mob, yo, you know how we do, yo, yo all my niggas"
"THIS HERE IS EXODUS!! say goodnight to the legend,
Cause lord knows the world gon' miss him,
Universal the system is similar to institutionalism,
And i just did 7 years in prison.
Now I’m a free parolee and time spent, its money they owe me -
Give me my space don’t crowd me homie
I’m a motherfuckin’ huuuusstlerrr.
Pushin' rhymes like weight, but sometimes its slow,
It’s up and down like the Dow Jones, shit fluctuates -
But my real niggaz still keep their stock in me,
Feds investigate, the monopoly,
Preme team, Murder fuckin’ I-N-C, there's no stopping we from"
(EXODUS)
"You know what i think, i think the world doesn’t have a clue, on what its like to be a, a superstar in the spotlight, and and, everybody is lookin’ at
you and everybody’s, you know, scrutinizing you and they got their lil opinions and shit. I came in this game, you know and got in this music business to
do what i do, to make music for the people to enjoy, for the world to love, you know, and and somehow i became a motherfuckin’ criminal hahahahaha"
"Yo, damn i remember when it was on UPN News
And i refused to start losin’; and hopped in my WHOOO
Got a recruit from this (nice?) and peeled back the WHOOO
Niggas listen in i'll tell you how it all began
That's how it sounded when I-N-C came into the game
On 10th of murder then - them, them,
Well we, we, we, cause these boys is hot
These boys got glocks, these boys send shots do you know what its like, to live your life hard knock?
I think not thats why you live it safe through mine
I think plot then kill, you think suein' them blind
You think lifes a bitch? i think the bitch is mine!
We'll never see eye to eye, ya’ll corporate, we gangsters
And niggas tryin' my patience is gettin' me anxious,
To speak for my defendants, that say that they plaintive
Guess we guilty by song, but yo the government must be on"
(Exodus)
"I mean to think that we would jeopardize everything that we built, to motherfuckin’, sell drugs and launder money? i mean are you fuckin’ serious!? You
understand, I-I mean, we-wer're a company you understand, a-a-a record company, that wants to show love to every nigga that cant get love, that cant
recieve love, from, from motherfuckin’, the corporate world, that cant go get a job, cause they been in jail, they did a 3 to 9, a motherfuckin’, a bit or
whatever the case may be they did for their time. We give these motherfuckers the opportunity, we give them jobs, cause ya’ll ain’t gonna give 'em the
jobs, so we give it to 'em. And motherfuckers wanna look at us and down us for what we do for that! They wanna call us motherfuckin criminals and crime
family for that! Well if they wanna call us criminals and crime families, then so be it motherfucker! Cause these is my niggas. and if nobody’s gonna
stand up for my motherfuckin’ niggas, then we gon' do it ourselves, we gon' police ourselves, thats how we been getting down nigga, holla back at me,

In case you don’t know the call me Loc
Short for L-O-K-I
I’m speck for rule saying his last goodbye
This is Exodus
This been a hell of a ride
From Vinni Venni Vicci to Blood In His Eye
In the next plan in time I’ve seen the rock split
In the ride it’s as rough as the ride gets
And you know that they all want to murder The Inc
But they can’t kill us, and now we got to finish these niggaz
And if finish it means murder (murder murder murder) (?) so be it
Last that I recall
They tried to murder the God mimic my style
Then leave them in memory of
But smile some memories lost the new identeny was born
And na this ain’t a movie dog
This is murder (murder murder murder)
And you need a second for me
Yo Gotti I make the hits you just give me the nod
But the air play the gun
Play from New York to L.A
The S.K's will make these niggaz spin like perelaes
We had some good years but I’m tired
And ya niggaz despierin
And trying to put the dalce to the fire
It’s like an episode of the wire
The only difference is the vengence is taking us in real life
Now everybody wanna look at us and think twice
And point there fucking fingers like damn the badguys
Y’all nigga’s don’t know we them niggaz man murder INC we done bin through it all done n seen it all,
There ain’t nothin’ you can tell me nigga haha i just wanna let ya'll know man I’ve been through so many things
N if it wasn’t for the way I live life
Would a nigga pray every night to Christ
Jesus I’m just asking
Coz my prayers never seem to get answered
Ma mama didn’t raise no bastard
I was born with the talent
You can’t touch i call magic
You call it music once it get remasterd
I got with Gotti started makin classics
It’s MURDER
It’s the corses of traffic
Trust was my only niggaz force of habbit
At the time in the game everything was average
Pac catches die
Big catches die
And my nigga had a plan to keep Def Jam alive
First he sign D
Then he sign me
Then he introduced Jay
And the rest is histray
Thanks for the memories,
Thanks for the misory
Reminising the Spike Lee them was the school days
We graduaterd with A's
But these niggaz make you wanna bring out the AR's and AK's
And till they back up coz that what they gave us
When they read the vendikas and various pappers
But no heart no foul ya'll niggaz is funny style anyway
Now we go hard shit till the edge
That’s a good question though, See i dont understand why they would think what they thinking about its just not the case tho i love my niggaz thats all
im guilty of and that all that i ever was guilty of is the love for my niggaz its all good tho i aint streesing that shit man sometimes God has to put you
through things that bring out the best verry in who you are nigga Sam said it to me, he said sometimes greatness is not what you accomplish its wot you

(Chorus:) [ Ja Rule, Ashanti ]
I wanna be your chick
I wanna be down for you
( Do you trust me? ) Yeah
( Love Me? ) Yeah
( You're puttin' it on me ya must be )
Ya down ass chick
I wanna be your chick
( It ain't only for the RULE BABY )
I'd ride for u, die for you
do anything ya want me to
I be ya down ass chick
[ Ja Rule ]
This chick no intentions of bein' offensive
The women by callin ya'll bitches
My down ass bitches
Still my queen bitch's cut look clean'
On ya finger next to the finger ya flipped at me
And this no in between me and you
Only me and you
Who else gon' put it on u like the RULE
God only looks after children and foo's
And you not so who gon' look after you
It's RULE baby
[Vita]
True baby
It's only for you baby
Vita thighs only divide if you beside
Cuz i love the way you touch me
Nobody can get ti
and if it's comin' and gunnin'
Just come in it and spit it
So when ya gone for a minute
I just fantasize like if it's you It's all in it
Then I'm satisfied til' you come back to me
Holdin' stack and jewels
V-I-T-A and my nigga J-a Rule baby
{Chorus}
[Ashanti]
I'm gonna be here when ya need me
RULE baby can always count on me
No you don't ever have to worry
You know I'll make it in a hurry
I'm here for ya
And i won't never leave tears for ya
Cuz boy ya got to me
Nobody ever come before me
You'll always be my one and only
[ Ja Rule (Ashanti) ]
Babygirl would ya bust ya gun with me? ( Yeah Yeah )
Lie to the feds to come get me? ( Yeah Yeah)
And if i died kill for me? ( Yeah Yeah )
Are you trustin me? ( Yeah Yeah )
Are you lovin me? ( Yeah Yeah )
Yea let's get is grinnin
Lide we asked for the Simpsons or Ike and Anna Mehoe
On one of their good days
You smile like sun rays 5'5 with brown eyes and thick legs
Only for the RULE baby
{ Chorus }
[ Charlie "Chuck" Baltimore ]
Now baby i told you i can show you
better than i can tell you
Don't try to bring the conversey and mail
Just sweet words and naked photos
I'm still that pretty down down ass 2 cars behind ya 6
And i diss any clown ass rockin my brown ass
only a down ass
And it's all for you
I'm grown a tad bit since we been at it like rabbits
To move a little bumper and it's
[ (Ja rule) AND IT'S ALL FOR RULE ]
Shit Who gon' love you like that?
Thug with you wit a stak to the ceilin
And split in the dub with you
Cuz i played my position with KO-D's, O G's
Until that blood shed blood red and we O-Ded
Remember every word that ya told me
[ ( Ja Rule ) SHOWED ME HOLD ME ]
All you need in your life is
Chuck, drugs, and dubs on 22's
Now tell me who the hunnie for you
Chuck
[Chorus 2x]

Uh, yeah
It's Ja Rule baby
It's E-Dub
Yeah
Def Squad
Y'all motherfuckers think it's a game right?
Get da name right
R-U-L-E baby
My shit is airtight
Compressed, dead all da non-sense
Pass da 4-5th and load up the cartridge
E Reved up da 6
We about to blow out like bitchez wit bad kidz
Once u feelin da slugz hit
Datz as real as it gets
Then you wonda
Why da quake can come from unda-neath, while you figure it out
You on da streetz
Laid out wit da gun still stuck in yo mouth
Fuckin wit Ja is suttin Niggaz fearfully doubt
Cuz I don't give a fuck
I don't give a fuck, god may I ask from yo prayer so my soul don't die
These is real tears I cried
And dreamz don't lie
When they tell me dat I'm doin good in da devilz eyez
But I preach to Im
Be dat same, Nigga put da heat to Im
Askin E Dub what da fuck you wan do to Im
E-Dub and Ja
An eye for an eye, Gat for Gat
Peep Game, Cover the Mic and Spit Flamez
Two cats who come strapped, self contained
Ain't shit this raw since Big Daddy Kane
Heavyweight, I knock a Nigga out in two
Put him to sleep, see dreamz and swear it wasn't true
Look at you, lame, I'm iller, rhyme killa,
Comin thru like da return of Godzila
: [Ja and E-Dub]
Now can I tell ya
E and Ja top doggz, def squad,
Fuckin wit us is like, {suicide}
Bow down, real niggaz on da move comin thru blazin you
Cuz we are {livin l-i-i-fe}
Thug style, Hennesey, Blazin treez,
Gettin g's, indeed, Cuz we will {do or d-i-i-i-e}
Right now by any meanz
{Words is bond word is bond}
Ain't nobody touchin da ground dat I walk on
My Love, It's just so strong
If you crossin me you dead wrong
And you know cuz you feel it in yo heart nigga
And you don't sleep cuz yo soul might fall apart nigga
If you feelin me now,
The strenght got you settlin down
We puttin in work
In otha words we puttin in roundz
Take two for now
Ja and E-Dub
Strictly for the love
We fuck hoez and bust slugz, Nigga
Why in da world would you put me in da position
To put niggaz out of commision, love, willin and wishin
Cuz I'm feelin the need to cut off da air dat you breathe
By any means it's Ja and E no in beetweens
Now we move agile,
You and yo niggaz is fragile
Like glass and UPS boxes, Shit watch this
Still housin, The year 2000's now
So fear this or we in yo face niggaz, BLAAU
: [Ja and E-Dub]
Now can I tell ya
E and Ja top doggz, def squad,
Fuckin wit us is like, {suicide}
Bow down, real niggaz on da move comin thru blazin you
Cuz we are {livin l-i-i-fe}
Thug style, Hennesey, Blazin treez,
Gettin g's, indeed, Cuz we will {do or d-i-i-i-e}
Right now by any meanz
{Words is bond word is bond}
Now what I love is to see my niggaz on top
And I feel that we can't be stopped
And my life don't mean shit to me
But my life gon make history
Feel me, a nigga ain't supposed to be
As deadly, and you ain't even close to me
Respect me, cuz we livin dangerously
Luv me, cuz y'all cant even FUCK wit me
: [Ja and E-Dub]
Now can I tell ya
E and Ja top doggz, def squad,
Fuckin wit us is like, {suicide}
Bow down, real niggaz on da move comin thru blazin you
Cuz we are {livin l-i-i-fe}
Thug style, Hennesey, Blazin treez,
Gettin g's, indeed, Cuz we will {do or d-i-i-i-e}
Right now by any meanz
{Words is bond word is bond}

Extra, extra
Extra, extra
Hear all about it
Ja Rule has just been elected the President...
Of the united ghetto's of Emerica
And this is what he had to say at presstime
At press time this is what Ja Rule had to say
America...
Welcome to Emerica
(Don't hate me) Cuz I done made this world what it's gon be
Welcome to Emerica
(Don't hate me) Cuz I done made this world what it's done to me
Niggaz, if I could pledge my allegiance to the, United Ghettoes
of the Emerica, go on sell ya drugs
Cuttin taxes for strippers and thugs
It's all good, room for mayor in all hood and as well I should
I make it publicly desmist understood
When they caught me gettin high in the back of the ho-tel
Was you freakin them ho's?
Well, I just say I was gettin a lil head but so what
Bill and Hillery stay for them stills
That's a down ass bitch for ya
Wash em with some soap and water
And return them dirty bra's to their rightful owner
Now that's creep shit
One over one, I got this broad on the one-o-one
She's botherin, so don't even come up in here
Cuz shes contious, no nonsense
She like to choke on the dick, and the lungs on the constant
Gettin the W1's you church girl
Proda stant, it's aiight ma you rollin wit the Inc.
Yeah I'm here can you tell?
Mo' niggaz livin, livin in ?? in Emerica
I'm never gonna feel, Nigga I'm tellin ya
Young Life is a compeditor
And is into real my niggaz headed up hill
I'm lettin you know shit's real
I came into the game copped a deal
Aimin to get this shit still
It ain't been a minute I ain't been high
And I haven't handled my buisness
How I been fuckin you bitches right
Yeah you witnesses my life
Imperial night, in the ghetto holdin my medal tight
Still, in Emerica
Remilitary is terror nigga holds his medal
Of his never be availible
That easy I'm a editor, restin up with the best of em
Minds of them bitches that stress givin em hard sex
I'm set for life, the lightin ho's that write
And hit the mic, not over night
You get the gift to be the best of something like
(Enough in Emerica) Young Life is comin home
Motherfuckers prepare to die
Niggaz hit that crack houses hustlers and hoes
No youngins up on the corners nigga smokin them bones
I'm rattin away wit knots comin up, what's no pills?
That's why they'll find your ass slumped in the blacks of ville
But still, I spot that paper Jo, Blowin my weed
And ain't a thing a mother need is gotta be me
But now days these lil youngins rollin on E
And a nigga that supplyin that is who runs the streets
Now look, this ain't no crack day
I gotsa come up on the stash and get back man
Cuz I done witness all this shit that they say them ho's do
Fuckin wit X, like finger fuckin that hot glock
While she swallow her tit
But real, there nigga want his dick sucked?
Bitches is why bitches turn that rehold into a intrick (It's pimp shit)
No limp dick, just a gangsta fuck
Why the murder put some major bust biatch

Yeah.. yeah..
Uhh, uhh, you don't want it
You one of them jokers there
Split it in half nigga
Gimme that vodka water too.. yeah..
World get on one, if you not afraid to fly
You need to get on a flight and fly tonight
Run up in the hottest clubs so high
That tonight for these hoes is nuttin but love
I'm feelin extra extraordinary freaky
And I know you hoes wanna roll with me
I shoot by the bar - place my order
Big baller orderin all that damn water
I head up to VIP thug-style
like WOW; nobody sippin on cristal?
They all got a Evian or OJ
And shorty that I just met name was Candy
Said she let this true candy to bring it up
I said that's cool with me as ya ass I touch
She said rule you scandalous lick the lips
Popped another one and grabbed my nuts
I said i fuck so fabulous on ex' all night
Nothin but sweat and rough sex
Now ya know what's next
We up to high noonin
Schlep Yed and girls its so good
I don't wanna control ya
Just wanna make ya mine
And when your life's outta order
Just have a good time
And ex-ta-sy I wanna fly
And bring ya sex-in me I feel right
Ex-ta-sy I'm whirrin high
When ya sex-in me i feel right
Ex-ta-sy I'm gonna fly
And when ya sex-in me i feel right
Ex-ta-sy I'm flyin high
And when ya sex-in me its so right
Yea yea bitch c'mon
We fly high baby
Just you and I baby
Gotta flight that leaves
At a quarter to nine
Anybody boardin? c'mon then
We ballin WOW and full of 'ribean
Hard to keep my balance
So when I'm in mo all of you hoes got the talent
High feelin like its all love and no valin
Full of sweat, bloodshot eyes, and large pupils, X-men
This is some shit that i could get used to
I usually blow weed with intentions to OD
Drink "evian" slowly when I'm on E
And only those who feel me
Are gonna hear me
Especially hoes -n- extasy
We got the murder man that's the spot to chill
Got bitches pop the pill feelin hot for real
Take that shirt off take that skirt off
Cuz my dick is hard and your ass is soft
Now that's a freaky combination
And freaky conversations
Lead into freaky situations
Like me tastin your sexuality
Sexy you ever took extasy?
And have you wildin in a club
Smilin at a thug
Express your hugs
With one fuckin all of us
That's right we freakin off for life
Pass the OJ we gettin high tonight, On
Deutsche Deutsche
Before i start the Porsche
I keep them pumpin off the Calvin Kleins, Boodo's
And the Nike swoosh
And party saggin like two loose socks
Invest the money in stocks
We gettin the orange juice crops
We ready to get outta hear
Disappear
The bitch get like David Copperfield
When she pop a pill
Wanna do it in the high heels
On top of a high hill
Cause my nigga ain't tryin to run up then i will
Hit it from behind that's how i polly wit mines
Man we up all night fuckin by the Hollywood sign
Yea got smacked up
Everytime she backed up
Didn't know there was room in the back
Of the lack truck
I pass her the job then he
Passed it back
Hope my girl to find a magnum raps
You need a shoe shine job
The way you polish a knob
Backstage panties down eat dick
Good-bye Biotch!!

[Tah Murdah]
Yea
We about money and murda
The fuck y'all want to do
Either pass that paper
Or we gonna have to kill you
It's like that nigga
Don't question why
Cuz when it's murda motherfucker
Everybody gotta die
Die motherfucker die
Die motherfucker die
Die motherfucker die
Die motherfucker die
[Tah Murdah]
Money ain't never been nothing
I hit the block if this shit get ugly
And it ain't never been in my heart to let niggas thug me
Hit the dealer and cop a drop if the eyes is buggy
And pull up in front of the spot cause the mommies love me
(It's gangsta) yeah and ain't no nigga gone match me
Stocky, chubby nigga voice real raspy
I see you real flashy "but that ain't gone last nigga"
Pop fire off shots "and that's your ass nigga"
It's war now that's why I keep the four with long nozzle
Six-hundred bad bitch on it holding down the throttle
And fuck that beef shit cause some beef won't die
And some niggas will say they gangsta but they won't ride
And while it's hard for you to decide I'll let it fly
Forty shots hit your ride up hit the tropics and hide up
Under palm tree's to white sand
Everything is a price man
You snipe when bullets are piping hot
When it's your flesh it begin warming you
Now die motherfucker die
Cuz I'm tired of warning you
[Black Child]
Yeah we hear now, die motherfucker
Don't be scared now, die motherfucker
Black Child I'm off parole it's murda now
In a hood near you about to burn it down
Word to God it feels like I'm from every hood
Cuz when you ghetto your ghetto with gats you good
Sell cracks if you could bust your gat when you should
It's for my blacks from the bricks back to Inglewood
We eat together nigga fuck the crossroads
In this world my flow is another lost soul
My shit sounds like shots from a four pound
For these bitch clowns it's war now
It's all about paper that's my issue
Fuck peace you can have a piece of the pistol
[Chorus x2: Ja Rule]
Everybody gonna die but nobody want dead
Die motherfucker die, it's your life
Everybody wanna live, but they wanna live scared
Die motherfucker Die, that's your life
[Ja Rule]
Niggas know the truth
Rule raises the roof
Cuz I pop more shots than Abdul-Rauf
And when the concludes I bring closure to the situ
Come thru squeeze eight out the stolen black pinto
Niggas know my mental kill or be killed head for the hills
But don't never slide down it if you to high ground it
(puff, puff) uhhh! Is how it sounded two shots thru and silent
And one nigga stripped of his talents
New fucking Yiddy City the sex and violence
Where first time offenders get floated to the island
And one time give a nigga one time
Breathe wrong and a nigga have a blown mind
I blow lines like an addict
Bust guns erratic shine blind like carats
Rules above average me and this music make a marriage
So I thee wed till I'm either jailed or dead motherfuckers
Feel me niggas
[Black Child]
Word to God
Feel us nigga
We here, again
It's Murda
[Chorus x2]

Yeah. Yo yo yo yo.
Holla.
Last Temptation.
Coming through now niggas.
Its a problem.
It's a problem.
Always has been. (Ja laughing).
Yo Buck turn me up a lil bit in my mother fuckin head phones and shit.
Cmon
Let these niggas know.
They don't know.
Mother fuckers ya'll want war with the God.
Cmon ya'll know better.
I'll put holes in your leather reknit your sweater and I'll bet the flows
wetter on ocean front property.
Better come at me properly, niggas better up off of me.
But I believe I'm scared to clap hammers and the fact that I'm unpredictable
gives me the advantage.
What the fuck am I speaking spanish niggas when I got to tell ya'll in detail
how we murder niggas.
Handle your business. The Inc is religious. Murders the sacrifce. We throwin
M's niggas that means murder for life.
And I'm die for that red and black. That house with the chedda stack and the
smiles from my kids faces. What could replace this?
This lil nigga here that come to grip with death can taste it. My airs thick
and filled with hatred.
Surprised at the look in my eyes, well don't be I'm just following the foots of
the lord that made me.
If I go crazy the same, Imma blame it on the world for what I became cuz they
gave me all the fame and the money man. Made me an icon, so the world could
catch a nigga with his lights on.
Thats the pros and cons. You're never quite free. But just give me a lil room
so I can breath.
And my pain gonna be the death for me.
But to be loved is my destiny, my black people.
(Ja laughs)
Yeah. We out. Holla.

(with Jenna)

[Ja Rule Verse 1]
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

Chris Black (Skit) (One of us) Yeah, Rule
(One uf us) Yeah, nigga If God were one of us (One of us) What about that?
What if he was? What if he was me? (One of us) What the fuck would I do?
Lord, when I die pacify, crucify me
I rock a Devil cross, one's for the soul one's for the body
If I'm built then God dies, I wanna see God cry
Real tears from a burned out life in ten years
I sware I got the Devil in me, with no fear
If I hear I can't see, if I can't see I can't hear
It's the eerie little thing between deathness and blindness
Weakness and kindness, rejects and primaz
I'm on this when I'm hollerin' "Dear, Lord take me" (One of us)
'Cuz I ain't really happy here, can you blame me?
It's game done changed me, made me an animal
I can't even laugh no more, my kids plot 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 strangest 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 from a right hand Would if you was that man
Would you run wit me? Gun wit me?
Would you understand the husstlin', the struggeling
Livin' the most 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 Liberacci's 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, know to do, bad shit, I'm so heavenly, butt so devilish
If, you, live through the strangest 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 Washores
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'cha goin' through, every move you make
Every crime commited 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, strangest 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 the 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

Uh, yeah
It's Ja Rule nigga
Uh, uh, yeah
Feel this
Uh, Ja Rule nigga
Def Jam, Ja
Look at my life style it's dangerous
When I was young this sorta life was contagious
Hustlin' hard like them sharks down in Vegas
My gat and I come bust spontaneous
This world made us to take only what they gave us
The game is our loss
Watch yo gloat
Then show you that this world aint yours
Push crack like swingin' doors
And leave strips wide open
Ja's holdin
A pair a nines and ya'll cats foldin'
My life ain't been all that goldin'
This ryme hit me at a young age and kept callin'
I know I'm fallin'
To the evil of money and drugs and lost woman
But thats what I'm lovin' about livin'
Bein' I see my birth as a givin'
Knowin' my inner limits
This game aint no scrimmage
Lets play big we're winners
Beg the Lord for forgiveness
For when I die please take me off your shit list
Cause I'll be nameless
Puttin' them through changes
The J to the A
Niggas know the flows crazy
What makes a nigga what he is?
And how do we get from where we at to where we be?
It's evident who's out for the dead president
And why so many close to my heart had to die
Were we goin' in life figure
There's no start no end
But when in doubt you could count on your nigga
What makes a nigga what he is?
And how do we get from where we at to where we be?
It's evident who's out for the dead president
And why so many close to my heart had to die
Where we goin' in life figure
There's no start no end
But when in doubt
You could count on your nigga
I got a lust for this money
Admire them old timers
Assume with no conscience
Made a world so chaotic
Opened up my mind and introduced me to narcotics
Brand new wips not this thicks the hottest chicks
I just can't seem to keep them off my dicks
The difference is ya'll did ya'll thing on the low
Made alot of doe
We did our thing high pro
Thou we still blew
I wish I knew dirty money was evil
I never understood until I lost a few people
Dead and gone still their memory lives on
Throw a mural up let them niggas them was loved
Now were in to better things
Got our hands on every ring
Crime in the streets
Cause it's my time
I draw the line between love and war really
Nigga you with me
Your flossin, out side that you fear me
Literally strait up and down with no cross
As God is my witness and JA is yours
I'm a spit in your directions
Hit the floors, Nigga
What makes a nigga what he is?
And how do we get from where we at to where we be?
It's evident who's out for the dead president
And why so many close to my heart had to die
Were we goin' in life figure
There's no start no end
But when in doubt you could count on your nigga
What makes a nigga what he is?
And how do we get from where we at to where we be?
It's evident who's out for the dead president
And why so many close to my heart had to die
Where we goin' in life figure
There's no start no end
But when in doubt
You could count on your nigga
Uh, yeah
It's Def Jam
Topp dogg nigga
Recognize
Uh, Uh
Ja Rule nigga
Uh, Uh
Recognize
Def Jam nigga
Uh, yeah
Recognize
Uh, yo
I'm big boy nigga
What the deal big boy
What the deal
Uh, yeah
All my niggas, live on
We kill 'em all
What makes a nigga what he is?
And how do we get from where we at to where we be?
It's evident who's out for the dead president
And why so many close to my heart had to die
Were we goin' in life figure
There's no start no end
But when in doubt you could count on your nigga
What makes a nigga what he is?
And how do we get from where we at to where we be?
It's evident who's out for the dead president
And why so many close to my heart had to die
Where we goin' in life figure
There's no start no end
But when in doubt
You could count on your nigga

Yeah, yeah.. haha yeah!
I gotta get my headphones
All my gangsta niggaz is in the building on this one!
You know! Yeah yeah ya know
It's real!! Hussein what's happ'nin nigga?
I see you, aight Shadow what's poppin BLAT!!
Haha haha, yeah my nigga O-1 in the motherfucking house
Jody in the house (Jody Mack!)
My nigga Cadillac, Gotti what up!?!
Blackchild what up!?!
I'd like to welcome all my niggaz
To the world famous Murda Inc. Show
Big shout to all my Queens niggaz in Staten Island
Niggaz in Uptown, niggaz in Brooklyn niggaz
All my Bronx niggaz yeah, all my Jersey niggaz! you know?
We doing it real big right here! all my money niggaz
This shit commentated on the one's and two's!
They call me the Mighty Rule! how ya living?
This real shit we talking
I wanna ask all my gangsta niggaz a real question (holla back)
What do you do - when niggaz spit at you?!
Clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war niggaz!)
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war niggaz)
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war niggaz!)
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war niggaz)
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
Fuck if they holl'in about Rule nigga, here's the real
I'll pop ya top like Champagne bottles that chill
Wear nothing but ice, smiles tinted up to The Greatest
Tell em I'm nice too, plus push them nice grooves
The Inc roll like duece man, I'm ol' G Bobby J
And we sling at soccer fields the yay
They don't respect that, don't get your minds around
You'll get it pushed back, y'all don't want that
I send em to the morgue while keepin my bitches bouncin fa sho
"In Da Club" with no gun, got em taking it off
Can't help that, I'm the nigga that puts it down
Once I hit that, that's if I'm up in the May (bach)
Fasten them holding the throwback, West 44 Lakers
Let's make no mistakes, resents take place
What's the procedure with a gun in your face
When you got one in your waist, let's cock back nigga air out the space!
(C'mon!) We gon'
The Rule be "In Da Club" rude motherfucker poppin the bubbly
When shit get ugly I hug the snub closely
But usually we still see your bitches
Thats is known for quick shit, trying to ride my dick
I can't handle it, lower their manners
To get they ass infront of my dick to dance, the bitch want more chance
Catching hate from a glance, but I'm a giant
These niggaz is mere ants, I'll stomp 'em wit his thang
Give bitches the back hand, pimp shit, it's not realistic
The game is helpless, let's not get it twisted
I'm young, wrapped, and gifted, but still at the bottom
And stuck somewhere between Gomorrah and Saddam
I'm here to make this rap shit hotter than Harlem
Fuck the Dog beware of Rule, cause I'm the problem
What's the procedure with a gun in your face
When you got one in your waist, let's cock back nigga air out the space!
(C'mon!) We gon'
Like Bush and Saddam, I'm a find out
Where Em Laden's hiding and bomb him first
It could be much worse, I could be hotter than yo scrubs
Mask and glove, gun hot from burnin ass up
I'd rather be bossed up, wit a bunch of broads
The preachers daughter screaming out "Fuck the law!"
I play a struck chord, wit the Christians
But y'all got the freakiest bitches out of all the religions
And God gave me his blessings to handle my business
All these wanksta snitches, let the nina blow kisses
If she some how misses, he gon' meet the mistress
And "Clap that boy" like Birdman and Clipse
I got these niggaz all over my dick, like hoes
I'm the star at these shows, I must be as hot as they come
What's the procedure with a gun in your face
When you got one in your waist, let's cock back nigga air out the space!
(C'mon!) We gon'
Yeah, my nigga 'Zino in this motherfucker
That's how we do it, know what I mean
Buck '89 what's up baby, I see you
Break 'em down nigga! break 'em down!
Bring them birds, in the motherfucking house
It's not a game no mo'
Queens in this motherfucker
You know
All my Jersey niggaz, all my Boston niggaz
All my Brooklyn niggaz, Brooklyn sir what up!

Word to mother to my nigga Buck 3000 on the boards!
Holla back!
They be killing it know what I mean big boy!
Know what I'm sayin Ayo!
Ayo Jodi!
Hey you can tell somebody to go downstairs to the car and she get that bottle of Vouth
Out the back of the back for me baby I needa get right before I do dis hea!
Haaaaaaaaaaaa
Why me and you
Had to meet, talk, fuck and get caught up
What we been through
It's enough to get any man
Caught up
I'm feelin you
And I'm feeling we should both be free
If we were through
Just imagine what life be without me
Mami, I put my best foot forward though it's kinda awkward
Cuz ya pigeon-toed and bold-legged.
But you ain't too proud to beg.
First time we got alone, you gave me some head.
And been callin me ever since
To do it again.
When we met you was a seventy straight with a ten
And I am ya lucky quarter
And the days get shorter the nights get longer
You know when the weather is cold Feelings grow stronger
Wanna perform her pussy feel like walking pneumonia
Got me Snifflin, Sneezing, Coughin, and Aching and shit.
And I'm startin to think I'm fallen in love with this bitch.
I'm having dreams about her jeans and how they fit.
And the Ervingeoffrey Baby Tee.
And she's wearing my name already
So you know she's fuckin me.
I'm a G like dat but for you I fell backwards
The only question I ask myself is.
Why me?
Beta yet why
You and I?
Why I always pick the ones not in they right minds
And crazy.
Singing dangerously in love this a dangerous broad I'm fuckin
Like Al is the Scent of a Woman
That got me playin hardball
Like ya'll couldn't.
Excuse my intruding.
I don't mean to be rude
But our situation is kinda amusing.
Cuz we both like each other
But scared of each other.
I's like we more than friends
And less than lovers.
And my niggaz can't tell us
What we been doin is wrong
And ya girls getting jealous
Cuz we been getting along.
Hold on!
This is how it all begins
You call your friends
I'll call my friends.
We'll all be friends
And hang out at the mansion
At the Hamptons on weekends.
Then it all ends.
And the question is
Have you ever been touched like I touch ya?
Been held like I hold ya?
Been loved like I love ya?
Be Free.
Be Free.
Have you ever been seen like I see ya?
Been heard how I hear ya?
Been felt how I feel ya?
Be Free.
Be Free.
Girl ya my (Sunshine)
But sometimes it gets a little cloudy
Don't it?
Them sunny days
See the sunrise
And wish that it could hit yaFace it.
I'd be great
To get up every morning
To eggs and steak.
But you can't be late
So we separated on good terms
And no ones concerned
About who ya been fuckin
And who ya fucked last.

Yeah..
Yeah, yeah, yo
I got a knack for pushin crack, and cookin raw coke
Fresh off the boat, no vest but I tote, and wear it like a coat
I'm starin through the scope, with one eye open and one shut
Zero in on the target, spark him and watch his head bust
Ain't shit to discuss, unless it's moneybags
or the SK-8, drop Jag with funny tags
Homey laugh now but die later when the lead dump
And double barrel slugs like Elmer Fudd, I'm handsome
Some of your favorite rappers is flamin, I'm bangin things at them
They claim they gangster, lettin mens give brains to them
I aim the stainless, let the games begin
Bang bang dangerous, my gun gang famous
My hoes don't speak english, catch 'em at the foreign money exchange
New Armani leather in the Range
When you see my gang, tuck in your chain
We stuck in the game, we fuckin the same, bang!
I'm bout my money and bout my business (bang!)
Shout out my niggaz en route to riches (bang!)
I doubt we different, hustlers pitchin (bang!)
And we all gon' get away, all my niggaz say
I'm bout my money and bout my business (yeah!)
Whatta, bout my bitches who mouth is ridiculous (yeah!)
Gettin money and nigga it's insignificant (yeah! what?)
Always get your pay, I love it when I hear 'em say
It's back to business, stackin riches
If you, act suspicious, it's a Wrap like Reynolds
Black Continental, mac outta the window
Black's out of his mental, I black out with pistols
It ain't confidential, all the shit I been through
Now I'm gettin money and a mill' is essential
Bang bang, nigga, 'til the day we die
A tooth for a tooth and a eye for a eye
Nigga you know it's, business befo' pleasure, money over chicks
Dummies in the clip, nickel on my hip patrollin through the strip
Bet a stack, head crack, no rollin to the six
Scoop up my chips, then I split, with my beautiful bitch
Like Jada Pinkett Smith, for that paper I leave stinkin and stiff
Your pinky and wrist, and your necklace
Get removed nigga, my wolves is playin hardball
Leavin him bloody like a Pelican Bay yard brawl
Who wanna know why I got so much beef with so many rappers?
Drama, it's the INC redrum spun backwards
Karma, is a muh'fucker watch your actions
Cause the clip to the max slips in bananas
I catch fire like matches {*whew*} then blow out
And the flyest crews goin the fastest
Pull up to the hottest club in New York, with my hazards on
No tags, I just drove it off the showroom floor
Straight cash, bout my paper, I'm on my gangster
Doin this shit for ten years, niggaz I'm major
Maybach and all that, same behaviour
Money over bitches, bitches over strangers
Guns befo' bangers but bangers do
For niggaz that had enough and ain't got no clue
that they can get slayed, flex and get sprayed
And spin they head like yo' hottest DJ's, motherfuckers!

(with The Newz/Tre/Merc Montana)

you be the teacher nah you be da teacher
oohh we are here gather my brothers and my sisters(my bitches and my bitches)
hush yo mouth in the church young digen black

Dice are rolling, Knives are out
with thee present danger all around
I don't say they mean harm, but they'd each give an arm
to see us six feet underground.
see us 6 feet under ground
It doesn't matter what those morons say
It's Murda I N C Uh, the Lord is calling me
My demons haunt me this really tortures me
cuz they don't understand me
And while I'm holdin up I know you smilin' down
at all my enemies who wanna see me (six feet underground)
Look at me now hittin' em up holdin it down
cuz I'm destined to be I know you love to see me
(6 feet underground) why see do the Devil's Eyes
you vision my demise so may your soul lie
(6 Feet Underground) and before that I believe
that I can fly most people gettin lye my niggas is gettin' by
if you can't see we bitches ya jags, we foward ya last
we Diamonds ya glass, we get pussy yall ass. Give me love
we be wearing gloves tied up in gloves with special 38 slugs
so we don't end up (6 Feet Underground) the butch is hittin em'
the rule is to get rid of em' for those who feel they getting away
Ja we sendin em' (6 Feet Underground) I've feel I've cursed
my body and soul I been outta control ever since I fell in the zone
I want nothin more than to see my niggas eat with me
but my enemies want nothin more than to see me (6 Feet Underground)
The Lord is calling me
My demons haunt me this really tortures me
cuz they don't understand me
And while I'm holdin up I know you smilin' down
at all my enemies who wanna see me (six feet underground)
I'm so ignorant cuz I done played my last tears
and pain is bliss been through so many things
it's hard to resist a mind that's currently
thinking on his last wish it's nothing to fuck with
when I know what I want because you must think I'm a fool
claiming you love what I do and be out playing the Rule
bad move, more cars, more hoes, more jewels, and I'd love
nothin more than to see you (6 Feet Underground) doesn't
matter how we gonna get outta weed rollin it outta mindows
nor from adam? but we show them uh now we leave them niggas
creating a deal let it open so won't be goin (6 Feet Underground)
because I've feel I've cursed
my body and soul I been outta control ever since I fell in the zone
I want nothin more than to see my niggas eat with me
but my enemies want nothin more than to see me (6 Feet Underground)
The Lord is calling me
My demons haunt me this really tortures me
cuz they don't understand me
And while I'm holdin up I know you smilin' down
at all my enemies who wanna see me (six feet underground)
get up (4x) baby the Rule can't die tonight
(6 Feet Underground)
now all my niggas is ya wit mea yea
all my niggas is ya wit mea yea
you start I warned em' that I ain't
livin right niggas might see my life as
sort of a scarifice money, bitches, and ice.
but fuck it whoa whoa something let me
still to something ride 125 in a low low frontin
it's free will emotion you know I'm high flickin' ashes
at police while I'm ridin' by I'm ghetto I don't fear
is deeper than love if you want to get it nigga then
come on nigga get it in blood because I've feel I've cursed
my body and soul I been outta control ever since I fell in the zone
I want nothin more than to see my niggas eat with me
but my enemies want nothin more than to see me (6 Feet Underground)
The Lord is calling me
My demons haunt me this really tortures me
cuz they don't understand me
And while I'm holdin up I know you smilin' down
at all my enemies who wanna see me (six feet underground)
Yea it's Murda Inc. Baby so what you want baby
ain't none of this cuz ya niggas ain't crazy
it's Ja Rule, Irv Gotti, Blackchild, Tah Murdah,
01, Maricon?, Vita, it's Murrda.
see us (6 Feet Underground)
Chris Gotti.

It's Your Life
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Ja Rule, Uh
Shade and Irv Gotti
Niggas don't want none of this
[Ja Rule]
Ladies call me white Kane, pure as snow
Like cocaine, cutiepies powder they nose
I've been preaching to the stars
Ladies be livin real harder
A lot of icons, but consider me God
Born in the seventies
The eighties was growing wit time
Now it's two G nigga
And the world is mine
I was a smart nigga
Figured if he put me on the spot
Wit hot shit bubble me up till I rock
Come put me on the block
In a new form and new sound
For Ja Rule and I'm feeling like I'm too strong
I move on down to D.C., V.A.
And I even did as far as Californ-I-A
Come to shit
They fly, they float, they snort, they smoke
Hustle, bag and mope
For more
Down the freeway racing out of control, it's crazy
When you fucking wit Rule it's shady
[Chorus]
Niggas if you hustle and stick 'em
It's your life
Bitches if your Fuckin and striping
It's alright
We all got to eat
So live your life
Niggas
It's alright
Bitches
It's your life
[Shade Sheist]
Now I got to hit you wit some other shit
Sentinella gutta shit
Four sides of the chrome
Flows smack you wit the rubber grip
Never been a nigga, niggas wanna play they cards wit
See me in the dark whip
Better go call your guards quick
Better go hit the block and tell them bitches that shisty shit
Known the freaks face like that yellow bezel ice shit
Similar response, yo that kid spit the nicest
Baby re-intice this, CD's raise they prices
Make a nigga chain, oaid off in a different name
Maid think they got flame, Shade just hit the brain
Me and Ja fucked around and made the teams A-list
Two niggas from two sides, like a 7/10 split bitch
[Chorus 2x]
[Ja Rule]
Niggas from the East
Christ from the gun to the mics
I'm living my life
Running through hell wit no ice
It's a sin
But I'd sell my lost soul to win
Go to bed and die
Then I'd wake up breathing again
Cause I'm all in
Even though shit ain't right
I wake up sweatin my life every night
Help me, is it the devil that going to get me
Or is it God don't feel like being bothered wit me
So hard to hit me, this life a sacrifice
If I grow blind through the dark my kids gonna see the light
If I die young it's cause a nigga too high strung
Got scary love for gun wit too much weed in my lungs
And still niggas screaming Ja the one, the chosen
The God's only begotten son, it's my life
[Chorus 2x]

Story to Tell
Aiyyo yo yo yo
All y'all niggaz
C'mon! Yo gather round
Lay it up I got a story to tell
All y'all niggaz gather round
Hear this, hear this
Listen up I got a story to tell
Huh, listen up I got a story to tell
Yeah, yeah, all y'all niggaz
Listen up I got a story to tell
C'mere, c'mere hear this, hear this
Listen up I got a story to tell
Yo, it's widespread
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 nietas
My 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
Cause 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, and 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
Yeah, uhh, yeah
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 roll
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, 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...

Niggaz Theme
[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

The Rule Won't Die
Uh, uh, yeah, gangsta shit
Takin my word, y'all want this
They don't want none of me
They don't want none of me
Yeah, please believe it
Rule baby, unquestionable
Uh, uh, but you know that
Heck, I know that
Uh, ha, yeah, uh
[Verse 1]
What has this world come to
When a nigga like me could be perceived the American Dream
Life aint always what it seems, my younguns
Please believe strugglin, always provokes the hustlin
To that we accustomed
You get acquainted with everybody throughout the hood
Still don't trust 'em
Trust is a serious thing
Most niggas don't trust nobody they aint know since sixteen
Does that mean the devil is in us, of course
Who you think is holdin us up to fall short
Touch but don't taste, taste but don't swallow
And these are the rules that we 'posed to follow
People pray for eternity, never see tomorrow
They just, wishin the Lord would take 'em away from the horror that
I'm currently, bringin, y'all motherfuckers gonna hafta
Murder me, swingin bud, I won't die
[Verse 2]
Hear what I'm sayin, y'all niggas better start sayin prayers
Cuz a nigga wit no cares, is finally here
Say what I want, when I want, fuck police
Cuz my gangsta niggas know we own the streets
With the wind beneath my wings, ground under my feet
I'm the black rose nigga that grew from concrete
It's the Rule, get it right, or get it real hot
A whole lotta shots sent flying through your block [gunshot]
The one I need, and, oh, before I leave
Does anybody else feel they don't wanna breathe
Been menacing this society since conceived
And nigga you know cold hearts don't bleed
Still they, pray for eternity, never seein tomorrow
They just, wishin the Lord would take 'em away from the horror that
I'm currently, bringin, y'all motherfuckers gonna hafta
Murder me, swingin, the Rule won't die...

Let's Ride
[Chorus:]
Where my bitches dat would freak wit me (cum' on let's Ride)
How many my niggaz dat would row wit me (cum' on let's Ride)
where my bitches dat would lie for me (cum' on let's Ride)
How many niggaz dat would die for me, die for me, die for me
[Verse 1:]
Where the fuck my thugs at ready or not nigga ain't no Turnin Back
Where the fuck my hoes at who I pimp hard when they wanna get to a tap
But you know you can do dat that luv I'm just hear to fuck you know dat luv
Want you want baby roll it or what while you think about
Twist me a douche you holdin me up how many bitches wanna ride wit me
Or cum tru wit the top down like
where my bitches at hop in make it fast don't slow me down
Where the fuck my killers at end of the light
weight now pop a gun wit them now
Where the fuck them clowns at kickin the dough for the pussy by the hour
where the them hoers at get your dough mama
I'm ride till the end of the baby this life gonna drive me crazy
Been getting high lately wonderin where the lord gonna take me
Where the fuck my gangsters at coo never sweat under the gun
Where the fuck my Mistress at at cock back ready to pop something
Since you niggaz all about frontin let's how and when you want
Ya don't want my thugs to get up on it
leave it alone cuz we bought our liquor, now
[Chorus: Repeat 2x]
[Verse 2:]
Bitch niggaz better smarten up
before I bring out the toast and touch you up
Fuckin wit Ja you know you got a lot of luck
but nowadays you ain't gettin out as much
what the fuck iz up baby boy you scared or what
I Swiss nothin but the hot shit
So I hear you wanna pop shit you don't know who you
Fuckin wit let me show how lifes a Bitch
I went through drug money hustlin every day to get a taste
Through gun or blood money Killin niggaz back then for a small face
Got in the hot money wish yourz was mine in every case
now it's cream money spelt the raw and if more get chased
holla out my niggaz be the word of mouth
My bitches bang head like the dirty south nigga bounce
row my niggaz ride my bitches if you ain't heard nigga ride out wit us
Where the fuck all my murderers hit up wit the heat nigga just because
got the whole world wonderin what the motive was, let's ride
[Chorus:]
[Verse 3:]
(The Lord Iz callin me) recently but ain't got time to speak
(Lord what you want from me) hope it ain't my time for the glen to reap
(Niggaz be Killin me) turn around look them mud eye gun'em down
(That's how I hit'em and) cool'em off what the fuck iz you hollin bout
Niggaz be run-in wild) paid to strip what ever happened to the sun hit
(Will never calm down) deal wit a lot of niggaz get killed for this
(Especially my niggaz) rest in peace to my dogz wit luv till death
(For When I die niggaz)never to hell I've been down wit some of the best yeah nigga
[Chorus: Until end]

The March Prelude
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

Count on Your Nigga
[Ja Rule]
Uh, yeah
It's Ja Rule nigga
Uh, uh, yeah
Feel this
Uh, Ja Rule nigga
Def Jam, Ja
Look at my life style it's dangerous
When I was young this sorta life was contagious
Hustlin' hard like them sharks down in Vegas
My gat and I come bust spontaneous
This world made us to take only what they gave us
The game is our loss
Watch yo gloat
Then show you that this world aint yours
Push crack like swingin' doors
And leave strips wide open
Ja's holdin
A pair a nines and ya'll cats foldin'
My life ain't been all that goldin'
This ryme hit me at a young age and kept callin'
I know I'm fallin'
To the evil of money and drugs and lost woman
But thats what I'm lovin' about livin'
Bein' I see my birth as a givin'
Knowin' my inner limits
This game aint no scrimmage
Lets play big we're winners
Beg the Lord for forgiveness
For when I die please take me off your shit list
Cause I'll be nameless
Puttin' them through changes
The J to the A
Niggas know the flows crazy
[Chorus]
What makes a nigga what he is
And how do we get from where we at to where we be
It's evident who's out for the dead president
And why so many close to my heart had to die
Were we goin' in life figure
There's no start no end
But when in doubt you could count on your nigga
What makes a nigga what he is
And how do we get from where we at to where we be
It's evident who's out for the dead president
And why so many close to my heart had to die
Where we goin' in life figure
There's no start no end
But when in doubt
You could count on your nigga
[Ja Rule]
I got a lust for this money
Admire them old timers
Assume with no conscience
Made a world so chaotic
Opened up my mind and introduced me to narcotics
Brand new wips not this thicks the hottest chicks
I just can't seem to keep them off my dicks
The difference is ya'll did ya'll thing on the low
Made alot of doe
We did our thing high pro
Thou we still blew
I wish I knew dirty money was evil
I never understood until I lost a few people
Dead and gone still their memory lives on
Throw a mural up let them niggas them was loved
Now were in to better things
Got our hands on every ring
Crime in the streets
Cause it's my time
I draw the line between love and war really
Nigga you with me
Your flossin, out side that you fear me
Literally strait up and down with no cross
As God is my witness and JA is yours
I'm a spit in your directions
Hit the floors, Nigga
[Chorus]
What makes a nigga what he is
And how do we get from where we at to where we be
It's evident who's out for the dead president
And why so many close to my heart had to die
Were we goin' in life figure
There's no start no end
But when in doubt you could count on your nigga
What makes a nigga what he is
And how do we get from where we at to where we be
It's evident who's out for the dead president
And why so many close to my heart had to die
Where we goin' in life figure
There's no start no end
But when in doubt
You could count on your nigga
Uh, yeah
Uh
It's Def Jam
Topp dogg nigga
Recognize
Uh, Uh
Ja Rule nigga
Uh, Uh
Recognize
Def Jam nigga
Uh, yeah
Recognize
Uh, yo
I'm big boy nigga
What the deal big boy
What the deal
Uh, yeah
All my niggas, live on
Dog
We kill 'em all
[Chorus]
What makes a nigga what he is
And how do we get from where we at to where we be
It's evident who's out for the dead president
And why so many close to my heart had to die
Were we goin' in life figure
There's no start no end
But when in doubt you could count on your nigga
What makes a nigga what he is
And how do we get from where we at to where we be
It's evident who's out for the dead president
And why so many close to my heart had to die
Where we goin' in life figure
There's no start no end
But when in doubt
You could count on your nigga
Uh, yeah

One of Us
(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

The Murderers
[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!!!

It's Murda
[DMX:]
URRRRRRR
Uh huh
Y'all motherfuckers ready or what
Is y'all motherfuckers ready or what
I don't think you are
I don't think so!
They got my back against the building
I'm the villian that's creeping around corners
Like shorty you see them niggas creeping around, warn us
We might be coming through, gunning through, running through
So be careful what you do
Or the slugs might come to you
As long as I can remeber, the streets have kept me safe
And ever since that time in December, the heat's been in my waist
I need an extra set of eyes so I keep my dogs with me
Doctor says let them die said his fucking dog bit me
I don't know whats wrong with me
But it seems like since you heard of us
Y'all niggas turning into murderers
Couldn't fuck with a third of us
Still against me
And wanting to see me in the box
Grilling me all crazy when you see me and the L.O.X.
Leave you Red like Foxx
Ain't nothing funny about that
I see you in a coma, ain't coming up out that
You hold on for too long and they ain't pulling the plug for you
I'll run up in the joint myself and bust another slug on you
It's murda
It's murda motherfuckers
[Jay-Z:]
I take a squat then post up with the toast up
I bring beef to a closure
Know somethin
From cats stackin four-somes
I'm loathesome
I scream out fuck the world then I throw something
Niggas scheming hard but fuck it, it's the god
I leave bullets lodged leave you leaning on your broad
And our punks leave you gagged up in your car
Slumping Kennedy-style with your memory out
What the fuck y'all want
Daddio with the calico
Let the gaty blow leave you bleeding on your patio
I leave rivals on their backs looking up at the sky blue
Not only do I leave you I hide you
I before you
X and Ja-Rule
Death before dishonor now and prior to
Boss man spy on you
Conspire you
Me die before you
You liar, you
Niggas is dead off the hits I approve
Fuck it, I got the feds wearin wired suits
Y'all niggas don't listen
Whether in streets or in prison
When we find them we twist them
They fucking up missing
Y'all don't understand we want y'all all to hate it
It's murda
Murder incorporated
It's murda
In crime we all related
It's murda
See if y'all can take it
[Ja-Rule:]
I'ma murderer and murdering anything that moves
Through ya nine niggas
Straight do or die niggas
Caught up and fall victim to the worst shit
X, Jigga, and Ja as expected
Shot on the world and reflect it
Niggas don't respect it
So get it the worst way
Fuck with the wolves you get hunted like prey
Shot up in broad day
Now everybody want you
I'm feeling like: stupid didn't the inc. warn you the first time
It's murda
Whenever you see blood
It's murda
Lay you down for the love
That's us
Leave the lights on
Knife through your windpipe
Cause most of your niggas ain't cut right
You thinking it's alright
But it ain't
I'm paralyzing clowns up and down from the waist
Giving niggas facelifts and taking it
While making you bleed
And if I got a taste of the shit I'm taking more than you need
It's nothing but love between me, you, and these slugs
Hit him up wrap his body up in a area rug
Who holding the heat
Who leaving niggas cold in the street
Y'all know me, ya Co-D, Ja-Rule the O.G.
Niggas better watch me closely
Get a grip, it's hennessy that fuels all that murderin' shit
When I look in the mirror my reflection is killer
Jigga, X, Ja niggas
It's murda

World's Most Dangerous
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]

Love Me, Hate Me
Do you love me, do you hate me
Do you love me, do you hate me
Do you love me, do you hate me
Yeah, yeah
This world loves me, this world loves me not
I'm torn between the best of both cuz I'm hot
In this game so brittely, literaly
I got niggaz wanna riddle me, get rid of me
R-U-L-E, need I say more
World, hope y'all prepared for the chaos
Cuz y'all want the beast in me, so I'ma give it
Paint pictures vivid, live high as a spirit
Y'all can all jump in it
That's what you might as well do
If you gonna live life timid
And I ain't never been intiminated
Believe me, and I don't wanna fuckin breath easy
I wanna make it hard for these niggaz
So when they can't stand me
I'ma make it so these niggaz can't feed they family
Now do you love me, or do you hate me
C'mon and get me, I keep it off safety
[Chorus]
Do you love me
Do you hate me
Ready or not
Here I come
There's nuthin but love spread between me and my niggaz
We bust guns together and fuck so many bitches
But I know that Hell is callin
In the name of the lord just let a nigga in
Cuz I ain't done nuthin wrong, but love thy self
And harm other niggaz that wanna stop my health
Is that healthy
Cuz love'll never be hand over hand
It's man versus man
It's Murda
If I'm gonna be hated or to be loved
I prefer ta live wild and die from slugs
What you want from me
Lord I'm only a human
Tho I bear your name, I'm a devil in chains
Release me, cuz Lord only knows it ain't easy
When I'm scarred for life, I know that he sees me
Now do you love me nigga
Or do you hate me nigga
C'mon and get me
I'm waiting nigga
[Chorus x2]
Y'all just wanna watch me rise, then watch me fall
Before it's all done I'ma die from it all
I might OD in a club off drugs like River Phoenix
Or get shot down like BIG and Pac for my genius
I know this worlds seen it before, and here I come
I know y'all fiendin for more, and I'm not done
As long as I can run through current like state times
Keep up a sane mind, and hand on my iron, I'ma blast off mine
Look in the eyes of a nigga who seldomely cries
I got a beautiful wife and kids, why me
Y'all cats choose cash and cribs, why me
If this good livin Lord, why me
When I live so dirty yet I'm worthy to be
Number one, the world's only begotten son
Here I come
[Chorus x4]
Do you love me
Do you hate me
Do you love me
Do you hate me
Here
I
Come

Between Me and You
Murder Inc. shit
Uh... uh, uh, uh
[Chorus: Christina Milian]
Now every little thing that we do (that we do)
Should be between me and you (me and you)
The freaky things that we do (that we do)
Let's keep between me and you (me and you)
Cause every little thing that we do (that we do)
Should be between me and you (me and you)
The freaky things that we do (that we do)
Let's keep between me and you, ba-byyy
[Ja Rule]
Yo...
Now when I first met her all I thought was Thong thong-thong
like, Lose the lame, we can get our freakin on
Baby know the game, slip away, and slide me yo' number
It's the last day of spring, see you first day this summer
I'm a bad motha; shut yo' mouth! Pull the drop out and
creep at a low speed, cause homey probably know me
I push the pedal, thoughts of your stilleto
way up in the air like I think he's here
Cause see, every time that I'm alone with you (with you)
Homey be checkin up on you (on you)
But if that nigga only knew (only knew)
You've got a lot of freak in you, ba-byyy
Well now it's startin to rain, I pop the roof and the champagne
How Jay said Money Ain't a Thing
It's been close a few, at times even impossible
But, it's been between me and you, ba-byyy
[Chorus]
[Ja Rule]
Girl it's on again, every year - we hummer 'em in
Beaches, houses, hoes, foes, friends
And when the, day ends - that's when it all begins
You wit him Here's my room key; holla at me
While you thinka-think I'ma hit it up
then look at the nigga you thinkin you love C'mon love
We could go there, me and you, creep off all night
If you love it, in the mornin, awake with new light
If you lookin like I ain't gonna handle his
Let me handle my bizzz, it is what it is
Nigga livin his liiiife, and that's my bitch
You know I gotta wiiiife, let's keep this thing tight, ba-byyy
[Chorus]
[Ja Rule]
Don't let the word get out (shhh), ba-byyy
This is - strictly between me and you, ba-byyy
If they - knew we were doin what we were doin it'd probably ruin
our creep away summer in Cancun'n-and I, love
the way we get away, throw away a whole day
Turn off the pagers and phones, we in the zone like
Fuck liife, we live liife
This is our liife, live your liife
[Christina Milian]
Cause see, every time that I'm alone with you (with you)
Shorty be checkin up on you (on you)
But if baby girl only knew (only knew)
You've got a lot of freak in you, ba-byyy
[Ja Rule]
Did I ever tell you, my man love what you do
That little thing with yo' tongue; you the best, who knew
It's been close a few, at times even impossible
But, it's been between me and you, ba-byyy
[Chorus]
(That we do)
(Me and you)
(That we do)
(Me and you)
(That we do)
(Me and you)
(That we do)
(Me and you)

Daddy's Little Baby
It's my heart
Pray
Daddy's little baby, must learn this world is shady
And the color of your skin don't make you less of a lady
Degrade yourself, never cuz I'm teaching you better
Life ain't all about cheddar diamonds and leather
Understand you a black sister, in this white man's
World, don't let it get ya, down girl
It's essential that you grow amongst your group
So you don't grow too fast and be doin lord knows who
Cuz daddy loves you, don't let nobody tell you different
What I, do for a living is a talent I'm given
And I'ma raise you too black too strong beautiful
Tell the truth let you know what women go through
Lies and deceit, the nigga you love he gone cheat
So be careful in the heat baby girl wit cold feet
Keep yo head steady, baby this world ain't ready
Make me proud you daddy's little baby ha
[Chorus]
I'll always come back to you
I'll always come back to you
I'll always come back to you
You're my baby now and ever
Yo Ja's imagery is somewhat like God and his chemistry
Blasphemy, I tell my baby girl proudly
Put her over my knee and let her know this world is yours
Men are dogs take it from daddy and hold yours
Head high lady, love is bout lies and deception
Will always be seen through the eyes
In my demise don't cry just, hold on
Stay headstrong and live to learn that life goes on
The day you was born God answered my cry for help
I look at you a female replica of myself
I was conceived 2/29 you 9/22
God' whats the science in this sign you threw
I wanna know just so I can spread the jewel to my youth
So she don't have to come up like I did runnin loots
Keep yo head steady, baby this world ain't ready
Make me proud you're daddy's little baby
For real
[Chorus]
When I look in yo eyes I see stars
It's me and you against the world
Baby it's in the signs
And anything you want you can get it daddy's getting it done
You the reason why I keep the hundreds under the ones
And go through rain sleet and snow to kiss the sun
Though my travel through the storm has just begun
Swear to god when my sister died, I was only five
Didn't even cry, couldn't know the value of a life
Know I realize why Brittney's so rare to me
She came at the time when nobody cared for me
This world's tough, I'ma guide you through it carefully
Learn the game and remember nothing in life's free
My little lady, can't quite understand me now
But baby, in time I'll break it down
So keep yo head steady, baby this world ain't ready
Make me proud you're daddy's little baby
For real
[Chorus]

Put it On Me
[Ja Rule]
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
[Ja Rule]
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
[Chorus 2X: Ja Rule]
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)
[Vita]
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
[Chorus]
[Ja Rule]
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
[Chorus] -[ 2X]

Holla Holla
[Ja Rule:]
[Chorus: 2X]
(Holla Holla)
All my niggaz thats ready to get (Dollaz Dollaz)
Bitches know who can get em a little (Hotta Hotta)
Come on, If you rollin' wit me (Follow Follow)
Its Murda..
[Verse 1:]
Think you fuckin' wit Ja, Nada
Watcha wanna go Dolla for Dolla (Holla Holla)
My niggaz is (Hotta Hotta)
Fucks plenty bitches, and dug bitches for petty niggaz
You look in me eyes and tell me they style aint ridiculous
(Bitches Bitches) Pop da pussy and bounce like (Hit it Hit it)
Sure if your favorite is long (Get it Get it) Baby Baby
Dont you wanna leave tonite and fuck with me
Cause we really need to be freaking off at any cost
Its on me, if you married, then get a divorce
When I hits it, some women get twisted
Have em' twitchin', like Damn look what the dick did
I just wanna hit it the worst way, right after a long day
And put the puss on lay-a-way, Heard me
Im that, Dirty nigga that get you hot, and heat it
Baby girl if you want it as bad as you need it
[Chorus: Repeat 2x]
[Verse 2:]
Let me holla at my true thugs
If niggas want war, bust slugs
Nigga, what Im hotta hotta and just cant be touched
Plus, anybody that fucks with me, gonna get felt
How many want it Determines how the slugs get dealt
Cuz I (Spit em' Spit em')
Choke them niggas like roaches and then (Clip em' Clip em)
Long as Im alive, Ima (Hit em' Hit em')
Respect mines, to the day of my demise
Dont fuck with me, cuz the flow's (Killa Killa)
Whoever eva who wants it
Its yours, now your gonna (Get it Get it)
(Feela Feela) Nigga full of holes
Treat em' like hoes, and show no love to them homo thugs
Its us you wanna fuck with
As soon as them slugs skip from body to body
Go from grave to bit
I dont respect it, plus niggas commited treason
Who want it with Ja Who ready to die breathing
[Chorus: Repeat 2x]
[Verse 3:]
Ja baby, one of the many, many niggas who sip Henny
With the the two seaters, sittin on twenties
I, I be wit running in, running out
Then, thou bestow hit em' up, gun em' down
Niggaz aint ready for Ja, any way, any how
I give it give it to niggaz, claimin' that they live it
Real (Niggaz Niggaz) brandish the iron and flash
Like (Hold this Hold this) when you got nothing to live for
Notice, niggaz be hot, and more explosive
Focus, ready to rip em' up with the dope, this
My life, niggaz is frontin', and stuntin' for nothing
Better act right, fore' I spark and dim your lights
Im a hazard, to niggaz, a bastard
To bitches, when in doubt, go for stealth, and clap the finish
Anything movin' rightfully hit for wrong doin'
I'ma follow and enourage all my niggaz to WHAT!
[Chorus: Repeat til' end]

Suicide Freestyle
[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

Only Begotten Son
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 word
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 in the sky [x2]
Yeah,
Why would you leave somethin you love here to die
In the cold
And it grows
Like a concrete rose
Beautiful ain't I
Till I withered and died
In them same streets you left me in
Screamin Lord let me in
I don't 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 what's rightfully yours
Pierced a hole in 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 you left home
But moms was so strong
Don't let them get you fed
This world is yours she said
Now nothin is stoppin me but two to the head
In life there's more to come when it's all said and done
You lost one love, your only begotten son
[chorus 2X]
Broke wit nothin to 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 metal
That's how shit get settled
Learn to cook up the coke
Never leave home without toast
Learn to fly my bitches with birds, in first not coach
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 fo' sho'
If you want it you gonna get more then you askin for
Life's got more to come, but when it's all said and done
You lost one love, tour only begotten son
[chorus 2X]
I wanted to be forever yours
Look it now we're nothin more than two lost souls
Lookin to meet at the crossroads
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 wronged 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
But light will shine from the heavens and bless one
Ja Rule; love, your only begotten son
[chorus 3X]

Kill'em All
[Ja Rule]: [Verse 1]
It must be the way that I spit shit
That make you say damn this nigga ridiculous
The way I hit 'em and move nigga I can't lose
Inconspicuous incognito niggas ain't ready
For whoever who has the flow nigga know I spit deadly
Fear me to the day I'm dead on the street with holes in me
The ghettos got love for me cuz ima lay for 'em
If I have to gradually down or after
The only fib be love and disaster
Tears before laughter but who gonna cry
My style be so touchin' nigga wipe yo eye!
Get used to obvious lies and dead wise guys
and any bitch niggaz feel they fuckin wit my's
C'mon let's get it on, to the break in the dawn,
before long if you wrong you be dead and gone
And now i'm the bomb to clarify my name in vain
What you thought motherfuckers I was playin Baby I hit 'em all
[Chorus: Jay-Z, Ja Rule]
Lord I won't be denied... I'ma Hit 'em Hit 'em
For as long as I'm a alive I'ma Hit 'em Hit 'em
I want my piece of the pie I'ma Hit 'em Hit 'em
Respect mine till the date of my demise...
Baby I'ma Hit 'em all
Thinkin' its a game I'ma Hit 'em Hit 'em
Show 'em I ain't playin' I'ma Hit 'em Hit 'em
For operatin' like planes I'ma Hit 'em Hit 'em
Hit 'em Hit 'em
[Ja Rule]: [Verse 2]
Baby I kill 'em all whatcha wanna do with this
nigga nuthin so shut the fuck up
And learn somethin' see my team can get a whole town gamin'
Give it up we even take the small change
Nigga yeah uh you think my way of life fucked up right
Till you live it and the cash gets to eattin at yo spirit
Fear it you be a broke nigga, you near it,
you be the next nigga,never have to go back and been it
Cold stares thought you need a killa 'round here
Y'all niggaz really have some pitiful ideas
I keep tryin to get this world to see
hustle hard my mind on that money
My motto to be stack it if you got it for when you get it
Don't talk about it just be about it that it
Went all odds against niggaz gettin' rich figure
to earn a dollar makes sense Baby I Hit 'em all
[Chorus]
Baby I come in style comin' fresh out of Queens (Brooklyn)
I recognize how my killa cliques gettin' down
Everyday is while takin' yours into process niggaz is stress
Leavin' peep holes in yo chest god bless the next that get laid to rest
Frustration and stress make me question death
I wanna shoot all niggaz I feel should be shot on the spot
Let 'em rot with lead in their knot
Oh shit you bitch ass niggaz be lit
Smoke weed it give you the heart to proceed
Whatcha game plan you da man
Go for your guns feel no remorse
When i leave your brain
Now settle down get your shit tight
Should we expect move right
And everything is aight
But if you slip son that ass is gone top dogg motherfuckers recognize
Baby I'm Hit 'em all
[Chorus]

Race Against Time
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
In my race against time I - can't stop
Runnin through the red light - livin my life
Even if I'm gettin too hot
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...

Murda 4 Life
Yeah. What y'all niggaz want
street shit, Memph Bleek shit, Ja rule shit
You heard nigga
It's all real in the field nigga
[Chorus]
Niggaz live wit it, money drugs and murdah for life
Bitches deal with it, only lovin them hoes for the night
If your feeling it, get high its alright
but you can't get it, until the day of our demise
[repeat]
[Memphis Bleek]
You can holler at the dog haters wanna see me fall
Bitches wanna too see me ball killers they don't wanna see me at all
If I wasn't rolling with the rock
Will you niggaz pass rock share birds or flash glocks
I walk around wit two Mac's, razors and icepicks
Just cause you niggaz want to see me hurtin like them
Its all about the benjamins money cash hoe's
livin through this shit i'm in nigger stack doe
Street scholar, eight figure nigga white collar cat
ain't the M-E-M-P-H man, bitch holla back
I'm a creature smoking on hay since it was reefer
Drug ass flow like I was cut wit ether
Mark ass nigger don't want a part of this nigga spark with this nigga
blaze bark wit this niga
Me and Ja Rule fuckin you hoe's is what these guys do
Ain't the type to buy you, mommy how you, slide cock inside you
supply you with ten bitches times two, I'm a motherfuckin animal
[Chorus 2x]
[Ja Rule]
Fuck the world cause it ain't quite ready me
I'm living my life niggaz take a look at these eyes
Witness what it is to be real niggaz
guns, drugs, hot slugs, coke runs, want some, get some
Bad enough buy some nigga
Fucking around with Ja and Bleek and get hit up
Tearing your whole clique then we clip up
Nigga thats what these Murderers nigga that's us
What the fuck, is you ready to die right now nigga
Know you feelin my style nigga
Run wit nothing but wild Brooknam and Queens Isle niggaz
Hit em any nigger that breath rule riddel em wit hot one
Ain't nigga like me, who you riding wit
Rolling nothing but hot shit your bitch my bitch
Only difference is bitches on my dick blow dick
How I cock spread hit ho's love that shit, you celibate
I'll turn you into the freakest bitch
Have you topless dancing in bars naked for dollars
Y'all bitches know what my style is
Always on some foul shit, Rule bitch
Let the world know
When I spit nothing but that murderous live wit it
[Chorus 2x]
[Memphis Bleek]
Hol-la! What you think of that, bitch where we freakin at
Bum chick don't speak to that, fly momma creep wit that
Live with it nigga hit it, don't stop get it get it
Don't tricking bitching, would you fuck with it
Brooknam and Queens
Yo, it means more killin, more guns, more drugs, more real ass niggaz
HOLLA don't give a fuck, DOLLAS niggaz what you want get it
Crump blaze skunk, what the fuck y'all want nigga!
[Ja Rule]
None of me cause, I hit em wit to much style
And my energy got these niggaz creatin lil me's
I'm a lock and squeeze know that its my time
If I leave air breath niggaz haten on mines
I'm a nightmare niggas better prepare to die
And deal wit Ja hollerin Murda 4 life!
[Chorus 2x]
Uhh yeah
Ja Rule, Memph Bleek
Holla back, Roc-a-Fella
Its Mur-da, Its Mur-da uh uh
We out

E-Dub Ja
[Ja Rule]
Uh, yeah
It's Ja Rule baby
It's E-Dub
Yeah
Def Squad
Uh
Y'all motherfuckers think it's a game right
Get da name right
R-U-L-E baby
My shit is airtight
Compressed, dead all da non-sense
Pass da 4-5th and load up the cartridge
E Reved up da 6
We about to blow out like bitchez wit bad kidz
Once u feelin da slugz hit
Datz as real as it gets
Then you wonda
Why da quake can come from unda-neath, while you figure it out
You on da streetz
Laid out wit da gun still stuck in yo mouth
Fuckin wit Ja is suttin Niggaz fearfully doubt
Cuz I don't give a fuck
I don't give a fuck, god may I ask from yo prayer so my soul don't die
These is real tears I cried
And dreamz don't lie
When they tell me dat I'm doin good in da devilz eyez
But I preach to Im
Be dat same, Nigga put da heat to Im
Askin E Dub what da fuck you wan do to Im
[E-Dub]
E-Dub and Ja
An eye for an eye, Gat for Gat
Peep Game, Cover the Mic and Spit Flamez
Two cats who come strapped, self contained
Ain't shit this raw since Big Daddy Kane
Heavyweight, I knock a Nigga out in two
Put him to sleep, see dreamz and swear it wasn't true
Look at you, lame, I'm iller, rhyme killa,
Comin thru like da return of Godzila
[Chorus]: [Ja and E-Dub]
Now can I tell ya
E and Ja top doggz, def squad,
Fuckin wit us is like, {suicide}
Bow down, real niggaz on da move comin thru blazin you
Cuz we are {livin l-i-i-fe}
Thug style, Hennesey, Blazin treez,
Gettin g's, indeed, Cuz we will {do or d-i-i-i-e}
Right now by any meanz
{Words is bond word is bond}
[Ja Rule]
Ain't nobody touchin da ground dat I walk on
My Love, It's just so strong
If you crossin me you dead wrong
And you know cuz you feel it in yo heart nigga
And you don't sleep cuz yo soul might fall apart nigga
If you feelin me now,
The strenght got you settlin down
We puttin in work
In otha words we puttin in roundz
Take two for now
Ja and E-Dub
Strictly for the love
We fuck hoez and bust slugz, Nigga
Why in da world would you put me in da position
To put niggaz out of commision, love, willin and wishin
Cuz I'm feelin the need to cut off da air dat you breathe
By any means it's Ja and E no in beetweens
[E-Dub]
Now we move agile,
You and yo niggaz is fragile
Like glass and UPS boxes, Shit watch this
Still housin, The year 2000's now
So fear this or we in yo face niggaz, BLAAU
[Chorus]: [Ja and E-Dub]
Now can I tell ya
E and Ja top doggz, def squad,
Fuckin wit us is like, {suicide}
Bow down, real niggaz on da move comin thru blazin you
Cuz we are {livin l-i-i-fe}
Thug style, Hennesey, Blazin treez,
Gettin g's, indeed, Cuz we will {do or d-i-i-i-e}
Right now by any meanz
{Words is bond word is bond}
[Ja Rule]
Now what I love is to see my niggaz on top
And I feel that we can't be stopped
And my life don't mean shit to me
But my life gon make history
Feel me, a nigga ain't supposed to be
As deadly, and you ain't even close to me
Respect me, cuz we livin dangerously
Luv me, cuz y'all cant even FUCK wit me
[Chorus]: [Ja and E-Dub]
Now can I tell ya
E and Ja top doggz, def squad,
Fuckin wit us is like, {suicide}
Bow down, real niggaz on da move comin thru blazin you
Cuz we are {livin l-i-i-fe}
Thug style, Hennesey, Blazin treez,
Gettin g's, indeed, Cuz we will {do or d-i-i-i-e}
Right now by any meanz
{Words is bond word is bond}
Uhhhhh........

Uh, uh, uh, yeah, uh, uh
I could see it in your eyes
Ya'll niggas is scared of us
Declarin' us the world's most dangerous
You don't wanna see me rise
Because when we get high we get 'em
Should have seen how we did' em
Must a been the weed in 'em
But as long as I'm alive
I'm a show the world my struggle
My pain, my hunger, my hustle
You can put it on my life
Cause I do it for my niggas
For the love of my bitches
If you wit' me, feel this
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
I could see it in your eyes
Ya'll niggas is scared of us
Declarin' us the world's most dangerous
You don't wanna see me rise
Because when we get high we get 'em
Should have seen how we did' em
Must a been the weed in 'em
But as long as I'm alive
I'm a show the world my struggle
My pain, my hunger, my hustle
You can put it on my life
Cause I do it for my niggas
For the love of my bitches
If you wit' me, feel this
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!
I could see it in your eyes
Ya'll niggas is scared of us
Declarin' us the world's most dangerous
You don't wanna see me rise
Because when we get high we get 'em
Should have seen how we did' em
Must a been the weed in 'em
But as long as I'm alive
I'm a show the world my struggle
My pain, my hunger, my hustle
You can put it on my life
Cause I do it for my niggas
For the love of my bitches
If you wit' me, feel this
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
I could see it in your eyes
Ya'll niggas is scared of us
Declarin' us the world's most dangerous
You don't wanna see me rise
Because when we get high we get 'em
Should have seen how we did' em
Must a been the weed in 'em
But as long as I'm alive
I'm a show the world my struggle
My pain, my hunger, my hustle
You can put it on my life
Cause I do it for my niggas
For the love of my bitches

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
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
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
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
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
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
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

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
For he so feared the word
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 in the sky
Yeah,
Why would you leave somethin you love here to die
In the cold
And it grows
Like a concrete rose
Beautiful ain't I?
Till I withered and died
In them same streets you left me in
Screamin Lord let me in
I don't 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 what's rightfully yours
Pierced a hole in 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 you left home
But moms was so strong
Don't let them get you fed
This world is yours she said
Now nothin is stoppin me but two to the head
In life there's more to come when it's all said and done
You lost one love, your only begotten son
Broke wit nothin to 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 metal
That's how shit get settled
Learn to cook up the coke
Never leave home without toast
Learn to fly my bitches with birds, in first not coach
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 fo' sho'
If you want it you gonna get more then you askin for
Life's got more to come, but when it's all said and done
You lost one love, tour only begotten son
I wanted to be forever yours
Look it now we're nothin more than two lost souls
Lookin to meet at the crossroads
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 wronged 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
But light will shine from the heavens and bless one

Where my bitches dat would freak wit me (cum' on let's Ride)
How many my niggaz dat would row wit me (cum' on let's Ride)
where my bitches dat would lie for me (cum' on let's Ride)
How many niggaz dat would die for me, die for me, die for me
Where the fuck my thugs at ready or not nigga ain't no Turnin Back
Where the fuck my hoes at who I pimp hard when they wanna get to a tap
But you know you can do dat that luv I'm just hear to fuck you know dat luv
Want you want baby roll it or what while you think about
Twist me a douche you holdin me up how many bitches wanna ride wit me
Or cum tru wit the top down like
where my bitches at hop in make it fast don't slow me down
Where the fuck my killers at end of the light
weight now pop a gun wit them now
Where the fuck them clowns at kickin the dough for the pussy by the hour
where the them hoers at get your dough mama
I'm ride till the end of the baby this life gonna drive me crazy
Been getting high lately wonderin where the lord gonna take me
Where the fuck my gangsters at coo never sweat under the gun
Where the fuck my Mistress at at cock back ready to pop something
Since you niggaz all about frontin let's how and when you want
Ya don't want my thugs to get up on it
leave it alone cuz we bought our liquor, now
Bitch niggaz better smarten up
before I bring out the toast and touch you up
Fuckin wit Ja you know you got a lot of luck
but nowadays you ain't gettin out as much
what the fuck iz up baby boy you scared or what
I Swiss nothin but the hot shit
So I hear you wanna pop shit you don't know who you
Fuckin wit let me show how lifes a Bitch
I went through drug money hustlin every day to get a taste
Through gun or blood money Killin niggaz back then for a small face
Got in the hot money wish yourz was mine in every case
now it's cream money spelt the raw and if more get chased
holla out my niggaz be the word of mouth
My bitches bang head like the dirty south nigga bounce
row my niggaz ride my bitches if you ain't heard nigga ride out wit us
Where the fuck all my murderers hit up wit the heat nigga just because
got the whole world wonderin what the motive was, let's ride
(The Lord Iz callin me) recently but ain't got time to speak
(Lord what you want from me) hope it ain't my time for the glen to reap
(Niggaz be Killin me) turn around look them mud eye gun'em down
(That's how I hit'em and) cool'em off what the fuck iz you hollin bout
Niggaz be run-in wild) paid to strip what ever happened to the sun hit
(Will never calm down) deal wit a lot of niggaz get killed for this
(Especially my niggaz) rest in peace to my dogz wit luv till death

: [Verse 1]
It must be the way that I spit shit
That make you say damn this nigga ridiculous
The way I hit 'em and move nigga I can't lose
Inconspicuous incognito niggas ain't ready
For whoever who has the flow nigga know I spit deadly
Fear me to the day I'm dead on the street with holes in me
The ghettos got love for me cuz ima lay for 'em
If I have to gradually down or after
The only fib be love and disaster
Tears before laughter but who gonna cry?
My style be so touchin' nigga wipe yo eye!
Get used to obvious lies and dead wise guys
and any bitch niggaz feel they fuckin wit my's
C'mon let's get it on, to the break in the dawn,
before long if you wrong you be dead and gone
And now i'm the bomb to clarify my name in vain
What you thought motherfuckers I was playin? Baby I hit 'em all
Lord I won't be denied...I'ma Hit 'em Hit 'em
For as long as I'm a aliveI'ma Hit 'em Hit 'em
I want my piece of the pieI'ma Hit 'em Hit 'em
Respect mine till the date of my demise...
Baby I'ma Hit 'em all
Thinkin' its a gameI'ma Hit 'em Hit 'em
Show 'em I ain't playin' I'ma Hit 'em Hit 'em
For operatin' like planes I'ma Hit 'em Hit 'em
Hit 'em Hit 'em
: [Verse 2]
Baby I kill 'em all whatcha wanna do with this
nigga nuthin so shut the fuck up
And learn somethin' see my team can get a whole town gamin'
Give it up we even take the small change
Nigga yeah uh you think my way of life fucked up right?
Till you live it and the cash gets to eattin at yo spirit
Fear it you be a broke nigga, you near it,
you be the next nigga,never have to go back and been it
Cold stares thought you need a killa 'round here
Y'all niggaz really have some pitiful ideas
I keep tryin to get this world to see
hustle hard my mind on that money
My motto to be stack it if you got it for when you get it
Don't talk about it just be about it that it
Went all odds against niggaz gettin' rich figure
to earn a dollar makes sense Baby I Hit 'em all
Baby I come in style comin' fresh out of Queens (Brooklyn)
I recognize how my killa cliques gettin' down
Everyday is while takin' yours into process niggaz is stress
Leavin' peep holes in yo chest god bless the next that get laid to rest
Frustration and stress make me question death
I wanna shoot all niggaz I feel should be shot on the spot
Let 'em rot with lead in their knot
Oh shit you bitch ass niggaz be lit
Smoke weed it give you the heart to proceed
Whatcha game plan you da man
Go for your guns feel no remorse
When i leave your brain ???
Now settle down get your shit tight
Should we expect move right
And everything is aight
But if you slip son that ass is gone top dogg motherfuckers recognize

[Ja Rule]
Uh, yeah
It's Ja Rule baby
It's E-Dub
Yeah
Def Squad
Uh
Y'all motherfuckers think it's a game right?
Get da name right
R-U-L-E baby
My shit is airtight
Compressed, dead all da non-sense
Pass da 4-5th and load up the cartridge
E Reved up da 6
We about to blow out like bitchez wit bad kidz
Once u feelin da slugz hit
Datz as real as it gets
Then you wonda
Why da quake can come from unda-neath, while you figure it out
You on da streetz
Laid out wit da gun still stuck in yo mouth
Fuckin wit Ja is suttin Niggaz fearfully doubt
Cuz I don't give a fuck
I don't give a fuck, god may I ask from yo prayer so my soul don't die
These is real tears I cried
And dreamz don't lie
When they tell me dat I'm doin good in da devilz eyez
But I preach to Im
Be dat same, Nigga put da heat to Im
Askin E Dub what da fuck you wan do to Im
[E-Dub]
E-Dub and Ja
An eye for an eye, Gat for Gat
Peep Game, Cover the Mic and Spit Flamez
Two cats who come strapped, self contained
Ain't shit this raw since Big Daddy Kane
Heavyweight, I knock a Nigga out in two
Put him to sleep, see dreamz and swear it wasn't true
Look at you, lame, I'm iller, rhyme killa,
Comin thru like da return of Godzila
Chorus: Ja and {E-Dub}
Now can I tell ya
E and Ja top doggz, def squad,
Fuckin wit us is like, {suicide}
Bow down, real niggaz on da move comin thru blazin you
Cuz we are {livin l-i-i-fe}
Thug style, Hennesey, Blazin treez,
Gettin g's, indeed, Cuz we will {do or d-i-i-i-e}
Right now by any meanz
{Words is bond word is bond}
[Ja Rule]
Ain't nobody touchin da ground dat I walk on
My Love, It's just so strong
If you crossin me you dead wrong
And you know cuz you feel it in yo heart nigga
And you don't sleep cuz yo soul might fall apart nigga
If you feelin me now,
The strenght got you settlin down
We puttin in work
In otha words we puttin in roundz
Take two for now
Ja and E-Dub
Strictly for the love
We fuck hoez and bust slugz, Nigga
Why in da world would you put me in da position
To put niggaz out of commision, love, willin and wishin
Cuz I'm feelin the need to cut off da air dat you breathe
By any means it's Ja and E no in beetweens
[E-Dub]
Now we move agile,
You and yo niggaz is fragile
Like glass and UPS boxes, Shit watch this
Still housin, The year 2000's now
So fear this or we in yo face niggaz, BLAAU
Chorus: Ja and {E-Dub}
Now can I tell ya
E and Ja top doggz, def squad,
Fuckin wit us is like, {suicide}
Bow down, real niggaz on da move comin thru blazin you
Cuz we are {livin l-i-i-fe}
Thug style, Hennesey, Blazin treez,
Gettin g's, indeed, Cuz we will {do or d-i-i-i-e}
Right now by any meanz
{Words is bond word is bond}
[Ja Rule]
Now what I love is to see my niggaz on top
And I feel that we can't be stopped
And my life don't mean shit to me
But my life gon make history
Feel me, a nigga ain't supposed to be
As deadly, and you ain't even close to me
Respect me, cuz we livin dangerously
Luv me, cuz y'all cant even FUCK wit me
Chorus: Ja and {E-Dub}
Now can I tell ya
E and Ja top doggz, def squad,
Fuckin wit us is like, {suicide}
Bow down, real niggaz on da move comin thru blazin you
Cuz we are {livin l-i-i-fe}
Thug style, Hennesey, Blazin treez,
Gettin g's, indeed, Cuz we will {do or d-i-i-i-e}
Right now by any meanz
{Words is bond word is bond}
Uhhhhh........

It's my heart
Pray
Daddy's little baby, must learn this world is shady
And the color of your skin don't make you less of a lady
Degrade yourself, never cuz I'm teaching you better
Life ain't all about cheddar diamonds and leather
Understand you a black sister, in this white man's
World, don't let it get ya, down girl
It's essential that you grow amongst your group
So you don't grow too fast and be doin lord knows who
Cuz daddy loves you, don't let nobody tell you different
What I, do for a living is a talent I'm given
And I'ma raise you too black too strong beautiful
Tell the truth let you know what women go through
Lies and deceit, the nigga you love he gone cheat
So be careful in the heat baby girl wit cold feet
Keep yo head steady, baby this world ain't ready
Make me proud you daddy's little baby ha
I'll always come back to you
I'll always come back to you
I'll always come back to you
You're my baby now and ever
Yo Ja's imagery is somewhat like God and his chemistry
Blasphemy, I tell my baby girl proudly
Put her over my knee and let her know this world is yours
Men are dogs take it from daddy and hold yours
Head high lady, love is bout lies and deception
Will always be seen through the eyes
In my demise don't cry just, hold on
Stay headstrong and live to learn that life goes on
The day you was born God answered my cry for help
I look at you a female replica of myself
I was conceived 2/29 you 9/22
God' whats the science in this sign you threw?
I wanna know just so I can spread the jewel to my youth
So she don't have to come up like I did runnin loots
Keep yo head steady, baby this world ain't ready
Make me proud you're daddy's little baby
For real
When I look in yo eyes I see stars
It's me and you against the world
Baby it's in the signs
And anything you want you can get it daddy's getting it done
You the reason why I keep the hundreds under the ones
And go through rain sleet and snow to kiss the sun
Though my travel through the storm has just begun
Swear to god when my sister died, I was only five
Didn't even cry, couldn't know the value of a life
Know I realize why Brittney's so rare to me
She came at the time when nobody cared for me
This world's tough, I'ma guide you through it carefully
Learn the game and remember nothing in life's free
My little lady, can't quite understand me now
But baby, in time I'll break it down
So keep yo head steady, baby this world ain't ready
Make me proud you're daddy's little baby

Busta ass niggaz
Busta ass niggaz
Let's ride on they ass
This is murda for life
This is murda for life
This is murda for life
This is murda for life
Hater, it's murda
What the fuck you gonna do?
Murder I-N-C
We gangstas y'all playas
Now we took your shit
When we start for war
Yo, yo, whether y'all niggas feel it my gangsta or not
Guns will pop niggas will drop
Flip figgas and build stocks
And I still rock with niggas that slang them thangs
Fasinated by his life and what I could bring
It's a good thing when good niggas cling together
It's a hood thing guns sling hittin who ever
I'm after the cheedar
Niggas that's someting you must know
Get touched for any grand my plans is the gusto (nobody can live)
Bitch nigga walk with it switch nigga
Wound up in the ditch nigga
Get fucking around
Throw you body over the bridge
And watch you drown
Yeah, it's murda when I cock it back
Yo mutherfuckas love to hate us
We got slugs for traders
Big John-Dub paper drug flavors
We coke dope mess tabs and ease
Fuck around and I'll open up a spottin spree
If I did niggas will probably snitch on me
Cuz some of these niggas in the industry
Is like bitches to me
Ya'll ain't seen nothing this black since Biggie
You never seen gat this big that pretty
(Motherfuckas) you Murda I-N-C
(And I touch) bitch niggas get it for free
(Motherfucka) if I can't live niggas die to night
It's Black Child, Hollis Ave
Murda for life
(Nigga)
This is murda for life
This is murda for life
Motherfuckas I still don't give a fuck
This is murda for life
This is murda for life
Niggas I still don't give a shit
This is murda for life
This is murda for life
Call it what you want Murda Inc the gang nigga
This is murda for life
This is murda for life
Motherfuckas I still don't give a fuck
Meditate, light the dro
And let this bitch drop the flow
So know when you speak how niggas gonna creep
And they keep that heat
Leave you six feet deep
It's a murda thang
A Jersey thang
Now you how I claim it
Burn these thangs
Ain't nothing going to change
We own this bitch
And I never hesate to put it on the bitch
And this owned by the motherfuckin murda (I-N-C)
V-I-T-A and i see no (other choice)
But to roll with the homicide
For all the drama make sure that you
And your mama die
It's the end of the days for niggas who shit where they lay
Like this bitch with AIDS
I paid fuck who I hate
So when we congrigate
The condom breaks
For that born mistake
You bustas name too late
Shit, it's murda
That's what we be yelling
Sell a million to records
To top of these drugs we selling (gettin high)
Fucking with I-N-C and you (going die)
It's murda for life
So get it right (ya'll niggas)
Known for carring guns
We fuck (ya'll bitches)
It's thug life we live it
With both feet puttin in it
We gives more the we gettin
Ya'll needs shots to live it
Niggas you could call us
M-U-R-D-E-R-S
We put souls at rest and shoot up caskets
We dangerous
Fuck with INC you gettin touched
Cuz niggas
We still don't give a fuck
This is murda for life
This is murda for life
This is murda for life
This is murda for life
You will lie in Hell
Where your dead homeboys dwell
There's no way to escape
There's no way you can escape

Haha, yeah
Whattup ma? How you been
Yeah I know, I know, hehe
It's all good.. (Murder Inc.)
Girl your stare, those eyes I (love it when you look at me baby)
Your lips, your smile I (love it when you kiss me baby)
Your hips, those thighs, I (love it when you thug me baby)
And I can't, deny I (love it when I'm witchu baby)
I, got a fetish for fuckin you witcha skirt on
On the backstreet in the back seat of the Yukon
What's takin so long? I'm gettin anxious
but patiently waitin for you to tell a nigga to move on
Between me and you, we can find each other
flyin abroad in my private G-2
I ain't tryin to G you, ma I'm tryin to see you
Bend over, you know how we do it, feet to shoulders
Bring heat to coldest night, so ferocious
Now you street promotin the dick game is potent
Cause in the bed a nigga go hard like Jordan
Sweat pourin, lovin the way you be moanin
Grippin the sheets, lookin at me lickin at me
Cause every woman just wanna be happy
And it's CRA-ZAY, but BAY-BAY, I.. (love it when I'm witchu baby)
I wanna get away, cause you know like I know
And there's a better day, a-comin, I'm hooked on your lovin
Believe me, and when you hold my body
I know you need me, wait for me bay-bay
I've been goin half crazy for your love
And I was told that the sex, better than drugs
Then get addicted, boy listen
I'm the only piece of the puzzle you're missin
Like when we kissin - bye bye bye
You got a girl that'll - ride ride ride
So take me, tonight
And do what you do to me baby
Shorty, are you really gettin bored with me, or him?
Cause though I play a lot of games, I play 'em to win
(But then again I'm still young and I'm livin my life)
You know you're right and I'm the type
to pull up to your bumper, get your number
(BABY, I can only help but wonder)
What life would be without (my sweet baby)
And you're my baby (holla if you hear me)
You can understand that my love is pain
And how I feel in vain, it's just a woman thang
(It's a man's world, but I understand)
But there's still nothin different boy, stick to the plan
(You be my down ass, witcha round ass)
I know I'm feelin you (like you feelin me)
The way you're holdin my body, the way you touch me
I love when you touch me baby
All over my body baby
I love when you kiss me baby

I ain't goin back to jail
Next time, the County or the State see me
it's gonna be in a bag
UHH! This is it baby!
End of the road, ha hah!
When you a dawg, you a dawg for life!
You don't hear me though, you don't hear me though
You don't hear me though, c'mon, c'mon!
Watch them young guns that take none, nobody safe
from the Friday the 13th, ghetto Jason
Itchy trigger finger achin, snatch yo' ass
out that S-Class for fakin, forty-fo' blast
is a bloodbath, take your first step down a thug path
Ain't no love here, just slugs here
Kids know the half you get plugged here, that's just impossible
for the weak to last now behold the unstoppable
Third eye watchin you, watchin me
Throwin rocks from the penalty box, cop a plea
Young G we was born to die, don't cry for me
Just keep the heat closely and ride for me
Cause we family for better or worse, you and I
from the dirt, you snatch purse, so hard it hurt
to be here, and each year, I'm pourin out more beer
for deceased peers, holdin fort
Police line 'Do Not Cross', they found his corpse
in the loft with the head cut off, and butt naked
Homicide the crime Method, add another
killer verse to the murder record, the Grand Finale
Who wan' test me, c'mon!
Me shot pussy-hole fi fun
Hot corners, cops with warrants, every block is boring
Friday night, getting bent, lick a poem
My dawg, not even home a month yet, and blaze a girl
in the stomach, he robbin niggaz who pumpin
Lil' Blood got popped, by the Group Home cat
Everybody nervous in the hood, pullin they gats
Fiend yellin out, who got those? Go and see
shorty snot-nosed, he don't floss but he got dough
Thug faces, fugitives runnin from court cases
Slugs shootin past for the love of drug paper
Queens cap peelers, soldiers, drug dealers
And God'll throw a beam of lightning down cause he feel us
May the next one, strike me down if I'm not the realest
The Mayor wanna call the SWAT team to come and kill us
but, dawgs are friends, if one see the morgue, one'll live
to get revenge, and we ride to the end
Bravehearts blow the lye with Henn, and still rise
Took alive with live men, my man got three six-to-eighteen's
and only five in, the Belly of the beast
Didn't wanna hear the shit I tried to tell him on the streets
It's irrelevant, the beast love to eat black meat
And got us niggaz from the hood, hangin off his teeth
We slangin to eat, bringin the heat
Bulletholes, razor scars is the pain in the street, huh
When you a dawg you a dawg for life (ride or die)
My dawgs feel pain from love (see eye to eye)
Give us one shot at life (let us fly)
Come on niggaz! (we dawgs for life)
There's mad money out here dawg
Mad money out here
What you tryin to get it? (Word up)
You gonna bust your gun to get it? (Tsh, whatever yo)
I hear you I hear you
Uhh, I've lost my grip on reality or so it would seem
Pinch myself to wake up, cause I KNOW it's a dream
Niggaz that don't know me see me and think I'ma rob em
Niggaz that know me well see me and think I'ma problem
I'm just a nigga that's misunderstood
But word to God I turn your last name to Underwood
Cause if I see it, I'ma take it and run with it, that's me
What type of bullshit is this nigga on? That's D
The dawg come and getcha outside
The more blood flows, when I plug holes with the snub nosed
Gun blows, bullets whistle, wouldn't miss you
Hit you all up in your mouth like it tried to kiss you
Drama, it's right here, how MUCH YOU NEED?
Beat you down with gat see how MUCH YOU BLEED
How MUCH YOU PLEAD, for your life, you was a killer
And all the bitches comin up out that ass you feelin, gettin realer
Now beg for your life, one more time, one more crime
one more nine, c'mon cry nigga
It's over! This is the shit, that hits hard

Uh, {chuckles}
Ey yo Chris Man, what you think these niggaz was thinking man?
Fuck y'all niggaz thinking, man? Ain't no Violators except us man
Why these niggaz trying to Violate shit without us man huh?
I told these niggaz man a piece of the pie come in the game
We want in man, Franchise want in
I love niggaz who talk drama till the gun is stuck in they face
Screaming for they mama,
left with three in the dome three in the chest and waist
Don't let this young nigga decieve you,
if you want beef then tell me where to meet you
I'll bring so much heat, one side of the earth will melt, then step off
Bitty boppin, chain rockin, notch in my belt,
my niggas rock raw and stick barrel style
Niggas mouth till they catch lock jaw,
I got plans to spend a million and more
Before I hit a million and four, before death,
pull a gun on me squeeze one in me
I'm trying to make sure, niggaz want none of me
You just don't know what these streets have done to me, what's become of me
I was raised in a world so cold it's numbened me, I'm so dirty I'm filthy
I done scared so many niggaz, It's gonna take a scared nigga to kill me
If it's murda, drugs, guns or related to thugz I'm guilty
[ x 2]
It's murda, we gon leave you in, nigga
Franchise gonna fill you wit lead, nigga
No more crying over spilled blood
Throw yo gunz if you a real thug
Yo, you see y'all sometime niggaz, boy, you gon speak to the four
Cause you'se a sometime thug, sometime seeking the law
I'ma seek to you it you breathe no more, when we crash the door
It's not a game, Pesci don't laugh no more, black Tahoe
Stashing the door, fitting beautful in it
A nigga jinxed so there's a urinal in it, on the belt do the usual limit
You know, double five, heading to L.I to buckle the pies
Before I die I want you speakers to bleed my name
Cafe, weed leaky K, franchise three of the same
I let my niggaz hit this man, cause ain't nuttin but X's on my hitlist, man
And I'm a buisness man in the city, don't force the kid
I'm a gangsta once I cross the bridge and I toss yo wig
Frontin niggaz, don't fake for me
Cause for them cakes I'm running in yo bakery
It's murda
[ x 2]
It's murda, we gon leave you in, nigga
Franchise gonna fill you wit lead, nigga
No more crying over spilled blood
Throw yo gunz if you a real thug
Ey yo my niggaz stay on the job and if there's any drama involved
We grip shotguns, maddex are the one's that revolve
See me hoppin out a gray 5, dope in the trunk
And enough coke to have these blocks open for months
When I pop up, niggaz better head for the hills
Act up and you gon see how many heads'll get killed
Starter for war, dog I'm holdin plenty of gunz
Niggaz come home to find a bomb taped to they son
Bunch of violent niggaz taking your one's
Went from copping a bird now we cop em by the tons, ya heard?
I down henny till my vision is blurred
Shit I'm only trying to live it up, get high and drunk till I hurl
Type of nigga that'll bag up yo girl and twist her
I got no love for these niggaz and these bitch ass niggaz
Hatin me cause they wish they had it like me
I'm from Brooklyn and I'm glad to be (Brooklyn!)
It's murda
[ x 2]
It's murda, we gon leave you in, nigga
Franchise gonna fill you wit lead, nigga
No more crying over spilled blood
Throw yo gunz if you a real thug

yea, yo - yo - yo - YO! - (yo) - Holla (Holla)
The Last Temptation, we comin' through now niggaz
s'the problem?, (the problem?) s'the problem?, (the problem?)
Always has been, hahaha, yo partna (yo partna)
Turn me up this bitch up in my mothafuckin' headphones and shit
C'mon, well let these niggaz know, (niggaz know)
Let it known...muh'afuckas y'all want war wit' the GOD
C'mon y'all know better, I put holes in ya leather
Re-knit your sweater, and I bet the flows wet her
Then notion front property - better come at me properly
Niggaz better off poppin' me - but I believe
Y'all scared ta clap from henis
In the fact I'm unpredictable, gives me the advantage
What the fuck, am I'm speaking spanish niggaz
What I got ta tell y'all in detail how we murder niggaz
Handle ya buisness, Tha Inc. is religious
Murders a sacrifice, throwing ends niggaz
That means Murda fa' life, and I'll die for that bread and black
That house wit' tha chedda stack, wit' smiles in my kids face
What could replace this, this lil' nigga here
The coming grimce wit' death, ta taste it
My airs thick and filled wit' hatred
Surprise of that look in my eyes, but don't be
I'm just following the foots of the Lord, then thank me
If I go crazily insane, I'ma blame it on the world
Look what I became, 'cause they ain't give me all the fame
and the money mayne, maybe an I-con
So the world can catch a nigga wit' his lights on
That's the pros and con, ya never quite free
So just gimme a lil' room so I can breathe
And my pain goin' be the death of me
But to be loved is my destiny, My black peep...

[Wyclef talking:]
Yo to my people doing time, Xzibit, Juvenile, y'all need to
Nature, Ja Rule, Reptile come on
bring the heat.
[Xzibit]
Look, I'm inhumane livin' in this house of pain
stuck with a thousand street hustlers
down on they luck
Repeat felons caught up with the death I was sellin'
and for the past three months yo I can still hear my victims yellin'
but I can't listen to my conscience it's nonsense
if I didn't shoot I'd be the nigga in the suit in the box under the ground
fox chased by the hound locked permanent frown Xzibit get down
by liftin' iron by the pound for the tough individual
runnin' run his mouth throw some hands with the General
walk one day in the shoes of a criminal
death disease keep your luxuries to a minimal
I'm not talkin' about weed, jewels, & Bentleys
I'm talkin' about clean clothes, hot food, and Dentyne
see what I mean livin' with the scum of the earth
hit with plenty of time to adjust to life on the inside
(Wyclef)
[Juvenile]
You got me fucked up I'm innocent
look I ain't do this shit you don't want to hear my side
but you believin' that bitch
You makin' my nerves bad I need to smoke me a jo'
'cause I know y'all ain't even thinkin' 'bout lettin' me go
Where my lawyer, nigga told me Juv' I can't do nothin' for ya
Y'all go tell that to my mother & my father
but they gon' cus y'all so don't you even bother
you know that shit ain't right that bitch didn't see nothin'
'cause it was dark at night but I guess us blacks
look the same to y'all passin' niggas around like a game of ball
This is my third felony plus my third strike
man I ain't goin' home I got 25 to Life.
QU New York, you try to criticize me I criticize you
been the same muthafucka since in high school
any beat I shed light to with crazy wattage
Blankin' out bought my first eight ball for eighty dollars
learned who not to trust grew obnoxious
so niggas start to hate me same time the boys in blue watch us
circlin' but they don't slow down take you to court
think you seein' Judge Joe Brown they just actin'
Indy's throwin' Tyson back in another year
fuckin' with a nigga's career I cock back at bust in the air
give me space beats with plenty bass drink my Hennessey straight
'til I hurl out third world clout I'll take niggas hearts
and turn killers into girl scouts works of art
Picasso from the Hydro roller-slash-hustler CEO-slash-retired soldier
[Ja Rule]
Kill or be killed behind the wall 40 day short
still the thought of murderer true to the sport
I bang with the best niggas them career criminals
now I'm in with these youngins lookin' to feel me out
Hollerin' 'bout how they gon' hit on me now
Niggas is real wild bangin' before trial
new kicks new trial I don't give a fuck
I'm playin' the yard ox taped to my nuts
ready to self destruct Lord I don't wanna die
but what powered your honor to hit me with 25
I know that real recognize every hustle
and die with these niggas in the struggle
Ya feel me
[Reptile]
Oh God shells loaded in the semi auto quoted
unknown cat never voted picture me on the scene
huntin' for greens like Mike Meyers trick or treatin' on Halloween
mashed down in the fatigues servin' the fiends
kill or be killed metal pipes under the sleeve
in the city slicker bust checks or puff cess
ruffneck love liquor & act figures bloodsport on the streets
no gloves pullin' knives out the 'fridge handin' out cold cuts
ugh streets real thug so recognize thug close yo' eyes thug
you 'bout to die thug!
Call the President I'm blowin' up ya residence
spill acid on the corpse to clear the evidence
Protestors outside screamin' free Gotti
guard your body SWAT teams is waitin' with the shotty
[Wyclef]: Y'all need to
[REPEAT]
For all my people doin' time keep your head up
Wyclef Jerry "Wonder" New Millenium new millenium come on

Do you love me, do you hate me
Do you love me, do you hate me
Do you love me, do you hate me
Yeah, yeah
This world loves me, this world loves me not
I'm torn between the best of both cuz I'm hot
In this game so brittely, literaly
I got niggaz wanna riddle me, get rid of me
R-U-L-E, need I say more?
World, hope y'all prepared for the chaos
Cuz y'all want the beast in me, so I'ma give it
Paint pictures vivid, live high as a spirit
Y'all can all jump in it
That's what you might as well do
If you gonna live life timid
And I ain't never been intiminated
Believe me, and I don't wanna fuckin breath easy
I wanna make it hard for these niggaz
So when they can't stand me
I'ma make it so these niggaz can't feed they family
Now do you love me, or do you hate me?
C'mon and get me, I keep it off safety
Do you love me
Do you hate me
Ready or not
Here I come
There's nuthin but love spread between me and my niggaz
We bust guns together and fuck so many bitches
But I know that Hell is callin
In the name of the lord just let a nigga in
Cuz I ain't done nuthin wrong, but love thy self
And harm other niggaz that wanna stop my health
Is that healthy?
Cuz love'll never be hand over hand
It's man versus man
It's Murda
If I'm gonna be hated or to be loved
I prefer ta live wild and die from slugs
What you want from me?
Lord I'm only a human
Tho I bear your name, I'm a devil in chains
Release me, cuz Lord only knows it ain't easy
When I'm scarred for life, I know that he sees me
Now do you love me nigga
Or do you hate me nigga
C'mon and get me
I'm waiting nigga
Y'all just wanna watch me rise, then watch me fall
Before it's all done I'ma die from it all
I might OD in a club off drugs like River Phoenix
Or get shot down like BIG and Pac for my genius
I know this worlds seen it before, and here I come
I know y'all fiendin for more, and I'm not done
As long as I can run through current like state times
Keep up a sane mind, and hand on my iron, I'ma blast off mine
Look in the eyes of a nigga who seldomely cries
I got a beautiful wife and kids, why me?
Y'all cats choose cash and cribs, why me?
If this good livin Lord, why me?
When I live so dirty yet I'm worthy to be
Number one, the world's only begotten son
Here I come
Do you love me?
Do you hate me?
Do you love me?
Do you hate me?
Here

[Chorus]
When I cry, you cry
We cry, together
Said I cry, you cry
We cry, together
Said I cry, you cry
We cry, together
Said I cry, you cry
We cry, together
I love my life, I love my wife
A bad time to prevail, it overwhelmed me
I'm livin in hell but livin wealthy
And know these hoes love me
Because I'm a star
I can't even cop a drink at the bar
Get me some bottles of that Remi Mar-tin
Let's get the party
Cracking right here fuck V.I.P
Now when my baby loves me
Home wit tears in her eyes
And when I get in, I hurt her more by tellin her lies
She ain't surprise at me
Just surprised that we
Been together for this long
And I can be
The one to mistreat her
Thought it last forever
Cuz if I cry, you cry
We cry together
From, what I recall we was little niggas
Cuttin school gettin high wit da hottest bitches
Livin, life so free
That we ain't fearin
The, ills of the world
In heat of drug dealin
You and I then made a killin
And tuck together
I this land of forbidden treasure
Love is the only evil seed that could sever
A tied this close
Not the love between us but your love for the dough
You went O.T started makin M-O-N-E-Why
All my good niggas gotta die
But shit could last forever
I wish death was pleasure
Cuz when you die
I cried, we cried together
Wash away your tears (my love)
You ain't gotta cry no more (my love)
I'm putting on everything out (my love)
And my pain it's my love
And I want
This world to smile for me
Don't shed a tear cuz the nigga died happily
My momma warned me life was a muthafucka
But I ignored the warning and kept on hustlin
And every night she just looked at me
Tears in her eyes and they be saying shit like
"I don't want me baby to die"
Brought so much pain into a life
Gotta make it better
Cuz when ma cried I cried
We cried together
Oooooohhhh
You cry, then I cry
Then we cry
When he cries
I cry together, together
When I cry, then you cry
Then we'll cry, together
Baby, cuz when
Ja cries, Mo cries
We'll cry, together
If he cry, I'll cry

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

Aiyyo yo yo yo
All y'all niggaz
C'mon! Yo gather round
Lay it up I got a story to tell
All y'all niggaz gather round
Hear this, hear this
Listen up I got a story to tell
Huh, listen up I got a story to tell
Yeah, yeah, all y'all niggaz
Listen up I got a story to tell
C'mere, c'mere hear this, hear this
Listen up I got a story to tell
Yo, 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
Where's 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 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
Yeah, uhh, yeah
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 roll
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 demons
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, 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...

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
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
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 (?) 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

Yeah, yeah, yeah
We all my...
Yeah
C'mon, c'mon, uh
To all my bitches that be givin' it up, uh
To all my niggas that be livin' it up, we say...
To all my bitches that be givin' it up, ah
C'mon
Baby, you're such a typical, everyday, one night thing
It's a physical, I'ma fuck, you tonight thing
Fuck, knowing your name, get your ass in the Range
And rollover, gettin' blown while blowing the doja
Bring head to a closure
That's a good bitch
Before it's all over, I'ma leave this bitch
Probably treat this bitch, smoke better
'Cause if you ain't know, gangstas and hoes go together
Poppin' my collar, partna
Who in the spot?
Baby, Rule in the spot
In the mug and the watch, love me
Half the hoes hate me, half them love me
The ones that hate me only hate me 'cause they ain't fucked me
And they say I'm lucky
Do you think I've got time to fuck all these hoes?
And do all these shows?
Or flight in the lama, Dodge and White Rolls
Uh-oh, another episode
What, do I do?
To all my niggas that be livin' it up, we say...
What, I do
To all my bitches that be givin' it up, uhh
What, you do
To all my niggas that be livin' it up, we say...
What, do I do?
To all my bitches that be givin' it up, uhh
My love for you
C'mon
Bitches, just wanna hold the name exactly
That's why they suck dick with more passion than apples
And I ain't mad at'cha
Never leave you alone
'Cause we fucks when I'm home
Phone sex when I'm gone
We both grown, both got minds of our own
Bust our freaks off like old dog and Love Jones
Been, in many zones, baby
One hoe, two hoes
Fuck prizzy bitches, the hoes that do bono
But you know, the Rule be livin' it up
And got all these hoes, givin' it up
I like a little Rule baby, how cute are you?
With a body that rides all sexual
I got a stick, I'll ride right next to you
Do a doughnut, and cut, and I'll open it up
On the freeway, dick in her mouth, foot on the clutch
Rule bitch, not givin' a fuck
C'mon, we get high
C'mon, we get ride
C'mon, we get live
Live yo' life
Love you so sexy, I just want you next to me
Your whole vibe, like you high on Extasy
'Caue ain't nuthin' but an "E" thang baby
I know that pussy wet like crazy
I wanna feel your passion, come when you ask me
Laugh when you cry, cry when you laughin'
But ain't nothin' happenin'
The bitch got a little too high
Picked up my ride and started crackin'
The radio blastin' +Between Me And You+
But you ain't on the low with that freak shit you do
I thought you knew (What I do)
Know I know (What you do)
'Cause it's been a good night, your head ain't right
Like Teddy P, let's +Turn Off The Light+'
And grind it out, takin' no times out
'Til the sun come out
Bitch, when you find out
C'mon, we get high
C'mon, we get ride
C'mon, we get live

Life ain't a game (nooooo)
If you feelin me (say yeah-yea)
Flip the bird where (in the aiiir)
Fuck the world (we don't caaare)
It's time to ride out
Niggaz stash your cash at the hideout
The Murderous I-N-C's en route
(Y'all hear me) feelin my shit the same
(Y'all fear me) in every difinitive way
(I'm really) the nigga that you need to get with
Cuz y'all pop shit nigga, I pop clips nigga
Hot, but not the black four-dot-six nigga
You know the Rule, thug heart nigga
And I don't need no fake friends, broke ties, loose ends
There they go niggaz is at it again
Tryin to befriend the nigga that they claim they love, but hate so much
And really all we got is us
But fuck it, it's the same way they fucked me
Now I'm fuckin your broad in the back of a Humvee, go figure
I'll have your niggaz pourin out liqour
All because you fuckin with the Rule nigga
Take my life, take my mind
Take my heart, take my soul
Take my cash, take it all
But save me
I'm throwing my life away
Why, would a nigga with so much talent
Want to throw it all away to drugs and violence
I know not the answers but I ask the questions
Do all Muslims really study their leasons?
And how many Christians lie during confessions?
I know I did when I was just a kid
Never told about the guns my uncle hid
Under my bed, and at night I played with them
Kind of grew up to be sort of a loose cannon
Before my sins, I'm asking you to let me in
Lord help me, I been through all the pain
Now I wanna know who loves me
Changes, changes
My mind is going through
Changes, changes
My body's going through
Changes, changes
My life is going through
Changes, changes
Yo, looky here
I just wanna fuck all day, live my life
Get high all day, my life
Maybe one day, I'll live right

Ja Rule, Chuck B-more
Every thug needs a lady
And every thug needs a down ass bitch, huh, feel me
Every thug needs a lady
Baby I'm convinced, you my down ass bitch
Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah)
If you'd lie for me, like you lovin me
Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah)
If you'd die for me, like you cry for me
Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah)
If you'd kill for me, like you comfort me
Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah)
Girl I'm convinced, you're my down ass bitch
I know that you're lovin me, 'cause you thug with me, who bust slugs for me?
My baby
Who gon' kill for you, like I comfort you, who else but the Rule?
You feel me
Girl when we connect the dots we hit the spot
Twin Benz's, you ride hard, I ride drop
And to make it better, baby got the nina' Beretta tucked low
And I'm two cars back with the four-four
And it freaks you out, on your momma's couch, that's what us thugs be 'bout
You know me
And when I pray for love, baby pray for us, who celebrates the thugs?
My lady
Got me seekin capital game when I spit sixteen
Whether bars or sixteens in the doors of cars
A star is born
In the hood, made a name live on, R-U-L-E, ladies, feel me
Now I'm show you blood or love, there's no belly you bounce from
Blow sellin, dough amounts to no tellin
There'll be no tellin, snitches get it back
Those gats to your backs for my boy
What part of the game is that, huh?
Niggas and they feelings 'cause I handle your dealings, keep your name in tact
My fame's in tact so cops won't know what it's hittin for
Now hoes wanna know what you shittin for
'Cause I'm your bitch, the Bonnie to your Clyde
It's mental, mash your enemies, we out in the rental
I'm your bitch, niggas run up on ya, shift ya lungs, who's your organ donor?
What they know about, extreme meausures I'm a ride with you
And my baby three-eighty at my side
And we lock the town, I'm as down as any thug
My love, they gotta take us in blood, what
You could die from love, at any given time I could die from slugs
But that's what this life is capable of
The death and the life of a bitch and a thug, is what I'm scared of
But got a woman who ain't afraid to, tuck the toast in the Escalade
Pop on niggas that showin me shade, but only for the Rule 'cause that's my baby
Got me a down ass bitch with red hair, that don't care
Blazed by the shots and flares
Girl c'mon, follow me, and bust back at police, conceal ya heat
It's a bit much to blaze up, Rule and Chuck, N-I-G, the Murderous, I-N-C
With one on the hip, one in the holster, nigga will toast ya quick
Especially a down ass bitch
Thug on, 'cause you my down ass bitch
Thug on, ladies
Thug on, 'cause you my down ass bitch
Thug on, baby
Thug on, 'cause you my down ass bitch
Thug on, ladies
Thug on, 'cause you my down ass bitch
Thug on, baby

[Chorus: Ja Rule] + (Ashanti)
(I wanna be your chick)
(I wanna be down for you)
Do you trust me? (Yea) Love me? (Yea)
U puttin' it on me? You must be
(Your down ass chick)
(I wanna be your chick)
And only for the Rule Baby (I'll ride for you)
Yea (Die for you)
Yea (Do anything you want me to)
(I'll be your down ass chick)
[Ja Rule]
Yo, this is no intention
To being offensive to women
By calling y'all bitches
My down ass bitches
Still, my queen bitches
Cuts look clean on the finger
Next to that finger you flipped at me
And there's no in between me and you
Only me and you
Who else gon put it on ya like the Rule
And God only looks after children and fools
And you're not so who gon' look after you?
Rule baby
[Vita]
True baby, it's only for you baby
Vita's thighs only divide if you inside
Cuz I love the way you touch me
Nobody can get it
And if it's comin or gunnin
Just considered it's spitted
So when you gone for a minute
I just fantasize
Like if it's you that's all in it
Then I'm satisfied til you come back to me
Holdin' stacks and jewels
V-I-T-A and my nigga J-A Rule Baby
[Chorus]
[Ashanti]
I'm gonna be here when you need me
Rule baby, can always count on me
And you don't ever have to worry
You know I'll make it in a hurry
Here for you and I will never leave
Shed tears fou you, cuz boy, you got to me
There will never be another for me
You'll always be my one and only
[Ja Rule] Baby girl, would you bust your gun wit me?
[Ashanti] Yea, yea
[Ja Rule] Lie to the Feds if they come get me?
[Ashanti] Yea, yea
[Ja Rule] If I die, would you kill for me?
[Ashanti] Yea, yea
[Ja Rule] Are you trustin me?
[Ashanti] Yea, Yea
[Ja Rule] Are you lovin me?
[Ashanti] Yea, yea, yea
[Ja Rule]
Yea, let's get it gwenin' like we Ashford and Simpson
Or Ike and Anna Mae on one of they good days
You smile like smile rays 5'5 with brown eyes and thick legs
Only for the Rule baby
[Chorus]
[Charli Baltimore]
Now baby, I told you I can show you
Better than I can tell you
Blow trial, bring commissaries and mail
You them sweet words and naked force
I'm still that pretty down down ass 2 cars behind your 6
And not just any clown ass
Glockin my round ass only a down ass
And it's all for you
I grown a tad bit
Since we been at it like rabbits
The booty lil plumper and it's...
[Ja Rule] All for Rule
[Charli Baltimore]
Shit, who gon love you like that?
Thug with you with it stacked to the ceiling
Or splittin a dub with you
Cuz I play my position with cold D's and O.G.'s
Until that blood shed, blood red, or we OD'd
Remember every word that you told me?
[Ja Rule]
Show me, hold me
[Charli Baltimore]
All you need in your life is Chuck, drugs, and dubs
And 22's now tell me who the honey for you?
Chuck
[Chorus] - repeat 2X

Darkchild 9-9
(They ain't ready for this)
Ja Rule
Uh, Darkchild
Yeah, yeah, yeah, damn
I couldn't think about the next man bangin' you
Hittin' it, empowerin' you the I used to
You make me holla
Your cat top dolla, purr when wet
Worth puttin' diamonds on your collar
We down, hittin' switches like a 6-4, follow
Me and you against the world, baby girl (oh oh oh)
But you broken
Now she got your side of the bed, your 6
With wide-screen TVs, in the head
You like the living dead cuz you won't be back
The cat you thought was on, throwin' you off-track (oh oh oh)
Can't do that, love's like a tug-a-war match
You can't win, you fall in, get too attached
You wanna be where I'm at, feelin' me
Without climax, nails diggin' in my back, head board outta wack
What you love about Ja, is what caught your eye
Painful lies and sweet goodbyes, baby why?
- Damn, I should've never let you walk right out of my life
I should've treated you right
I should've been by your side
But damn, I slept and let you catch somebody's eye
Now I can't even lie
It's killin' me inside
I fell in love with you, see, like they do in movies
You were the generous type
You brought me things I didn't need
Promised to take care of me
But then I pushed you to leave, yeah yeah
Money don't make the man, I understand,
since I let you go (oh oh oh oh)
But I could've had damn near everything, yeah yeah
Ya see I should've changed my plans
Let ya be my man just for your doe (oh oh oh oh)
And never ever have to explain
It's wrong for me to think this
But I could have handled it
Me playin' you for a fool
Frontin', so romantic
Just to get my wishes granted
I should've did what I had to do, oh
Now when I think it through,
I could've been to you a real good girl (oh oh oh oh)
It didn't mean that this is your world, yeah yeah yeah
To satisfy all my needs,
I could've pleased you a little bit more (oh oh oh oh)
Should've been, could've been, would've been
But these thoughts I just ignored, oh
You don't even wanna talk to me, you don't wanna be with me anymore
You don't even wanna call at all, but ya come around tryin' to hit me off
You don't wanna go out with me, I can't stand to see you outta line
But it's really killing me, you're not feeling me

Have you ever heard two niggas talkin crazy,
the lyricall attack is whack it ain't even fazing,
braggin on what you gon do but aint done yet,
after the rap war attack niggas is still slippin sweat,
you say you spit but yo shit still sounds dry,
so why you still talkin after a few blows hoes cry,
you talkin like your record company really is that strong,
betta check that white boy he ain't gon last to fuckin long,
cause he poppin off at that mouth which makes him a prime target,
like the candy i'll split his shell and crack his peanut,
call it a hard hit,
keep yo change in yo pocket very low and very quiet,
don't let it keep rattlin or i'll spend it very quiet,
he been stuck on ja for a very long time,
what is this dude gay, save your parade,
gay unit is a school play ,
you seen yo life flash once before your very eyes right,
learn yo lesson bitch ,it happened once already 2nd time it aint no trick,

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 (It’s on and poppin’)
The Last Temptation, ha-ha
He’s back
Y’all know who I’m talkin’ ‘bout
To the world over, B. Brown
Come on, come on
I know you’re gettin’ bored
Dealin’ with him
I know you miss my lovin’, my thuggin’
Thug lovin’
And I know you’re gettin’ bored
Dealin’ with him
I know you miss my lovin’, my thuggin’
Thug lovin’
And I know you’re gettin’ bored
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
Talk of the town, tease of the city...
You and I make headlines like Lo and Diddy and Bob and
Whitney
It appears the Lord sent me a pound ??
Real devilish and freak that ***
Forget the story, I know you’re gettin’ bored
And you ain’t gettin’ horny no more, is he
‘Cause when it’s all said and done, it’s me
Lovin’, thuggin’ you
I know you’re gettin’ bored
Dealin’ with him
I know you miss my lovin’, my thuggin’
Thug lovin’
And I know you’re gettin’ bored
Dealin’ with him
I know you miss my lovin’, my thuggin’
Thug lovin’
And I know you’re gettin’ bored
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 had to 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
Betray your trust, sustain your vows
Secretly or sacred
‘Cause I love it when you rock your body-body
Move your body-body
Drink up all 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’ you
I know you’re gettin’ bored
Dealin’ with him
I know you miss my lovin’, my thuggin’
Thug lovin’
And I know you’re gettin’ bored
Dealin’ with him
I know you miss my lovin’, my thuggin’
Thug lovin’
And I know you’re gettin’ bored
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 *** so you could see that n**** ain’t
hooked 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 porno
Tell me, baby, do you really wanna go home to him
But the brightest of days just look dim
When you f***in’ with a loser, baby, you can’t win
When it’s said and done you’re gonna need me
Lovin’, thuggin’ you
I know you’re gettin’ bored
Dealin’ with him
I know you miss my lovin’, my thuggin’
Thug lovin’
And I know you’re gettin’ bored
Dealin’ with him
I know you miss my lovin’, my thuggin’
Thug lovin’
And I know you’re gettin’ bored
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, n****
B. Brown, ha-ha
And I know you’re gettin’ bored

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!)
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)
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?
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?
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?
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

No No you fucker your smoking that trash all wrong save that for the bitchs
Give me a second fucker I'm make a phone call real quick
Hey hey say what the fuck is the deal with you fucker
anit nothin' fucker I'm just tryin' to show this youg fucker how to smoke
I need a pound of your sweetest chiver alright
mouther fucker tell that fucker watch out for tha police
or that fucker be back on the boat hurry up though
Bigh money
You know I do it
Alright cut that shit out too
who the hell he think he is
These mother fucker anit nobody he anit nothing
I smoke wit the best of them

[Black Child]
Gangsta shit
Fuck the drive by means you gettin high
Ya feel it?
This is funk
Get ya dick sucked, get ya clit licked
This that shit
Word to god, listen
[Black Child]
I gotta unconditional love for sex money and drugs
Bitches who strip in clubs, get hit with dick from thugs
Sweet thing, my dick is thick like sugar cane
Give me brain til my heads shrink'an
If you drink'an, I'm think'an
About coppin you a mink an' in the pink Lincoln
Bitches wanna Navigator, having alligators
And aqua flavor ??? ?that wear cops and drops and shit
When you my bitch you get to ride my dick
And drive my six, I have you high as shit
It ain't no secret, that I stay on creep shit
Sweetness, my weakness is freak shit
Black Child, we busting billion dollar babies
For Lexuses my lady, we name daughter Mercedes
Keep her shinin, jewels ain't just son diamonds
Thats a girls best friend, now hoes start hollerin
Chorus:
All my bitches in the club that love dick from thugs, come fuck with us
(We gettin high tonight)
And all my niggas takin dough, and cakin on the low, and fuckin all them hoes
(We gettin high tonight)
All my bitches in the club that love dick from thugs, come fuck with us
(We gettin high tonight)
And all my niggas takin dough, and cakin on the low, and fuckin all them hoes
(We gettin high tonight)
[Black Child]
This shit right here is for all y'all money makers
Y'all rappers, y'all actors, anybody makin papers
The hustlers, the honies, anybody gettin money
Its all good when its all gone, its funny
The Lexus, the Infiniti was just a fantasy
But cream bring dreams to reality
I been in million dollar hoods, and billion dollar ghettos
Smoked blunts with devils, caught bodies with metal
Had all types of females, and no need to details
On how I keep my coke price below retail
We bouncin in and outta countries like an immigrant
Snatchin up yens and pesos and dead presidents
Thats probably why shit got hot so quick
Slingin bricks, gettin cash, with my click
And its all good the way we be livin life
Spendin hundreds during the day and making g's in the night
You only live once, and you only die once
You gotta make what you want (Nigga) and take what you want (Bitches)
You only live once, and you only die once
You gotta make what you want (Nigga) and take what you want (Bitches)
Chours
[Black Child]
Thats right, my dick game is tight
Tonight, we gettin high and we fuckin for life
Ahhhight, niggas I run with stay on some dumb shit
Bitch, we'll make you come quick, love to let the gun spit
After dark thats when the blunts get sparked
The 'dro get lit, the hoes get hit, ya know this shit
Is the hennesey life, remmy with ice
Sticky green, knameen?
We gettin high tonight
Chorus
[Black Child]
Yeah, word to god (we gettin high tonight)
Gangsta shit, word to god, you feel it, huh (we gettin high tonight)
Ghetto Gospel, its that shit
Fucking drive by music (we gettin high tonight)
All that shit, ahah ha, this shit is real (we gettin high tonight)
Gangsta shit, ghetto gospel, word to god

[Tah Murda]
Yo, throw your motherfuckin middlefingers in the air, nigga
Cause if y'all don't give a fuck, like we don't give a fuck
Throw your motherfuckin fingers in the air
Motherfucker, the war is on, we're gonna pour it on
Niggas to be feminine
Guns rapidly scenative
For the love of the Benjamins
Keep em' leeking and bleeking
To dogs with his brawds trembling
I'm sending him, till the LORD calls my adrenalin
You slow mo, niggas getting slow dough
Fuck your po-po, I let the flow blow
Keep em' running like Flo-Joe, I flow so
Sickest Murder!
Clip Inserter!
Drop Pop and rip your wordah
We lust for more, cant touch crush the rope
Hit a clubs rush the door, niggas fuck the *known
That's why we've been blazed to you froze it up,
Had your name to the crease so you closed it up
I'm one in a mil, niggas got me gunning for real
Leaving you nothing to steal, so no pain to feel
So fuck the world! Ya either get
When you see the sink, skin no more than my thugs than your guns let off
[Black Child]
I earned connections, everytime I burn my weapon
Ya'll niggas gonna learn your lesson
Fuck the feds, nigga we spit hollow heads
Our motto is shed blood for dead thug
That shed blood in hell, when my slugs set bail
Pray for death from your cell, I won't bet we got to jail
From pretty niggas, with half a nickel flow
Them bitch niggas, they keep their dimes on the low
Ya'll niggas is lame, commercial niggas get out the game
We here now, shits gonna change
We spit them things, from point blank range at you
Then ask what the fuck you goin' do, test the mic on your gun
Lose your life and your ones, I don't give a fuck where you from
Niggas run when we come, I bust my gun
Cause I'm a bum from the gutter, You better know
It's Murda! Motherfucker!
Y'all ain't hear me
Y'all with me
Throw your fuckin fingers up, motherfucker
Cause if y'all don't give a fuck like we don't give a fuck
Throw your motherfuckin fingers in the air
[Ja Rule]
Nigga, I'm, living my live, fucking your wife
Bending her up, while I'm holla red and I don't give a fuck
So I move like like it such, and ya'll can't get enough, of the murderers
It'll murda ya'll, nigga, what, what,
I know yall are ready to die, know why
Cause the pain is too much to bare while alive
So I cock my nine, then close my eyes
Take another hit and then crip and blow minds
These are hard times niggas, in these streets and bust blind
Out of fear, out of dispair, but never in the air
We gonna take this, Point Blank range in your Range Rover
Pistol with the kids and rape your stray hoe
We the Murderers, yo, what you expect from us,
We niggas you can't trust, that don't really give a fuck,
We dedicated to street life, game and hustle,
I dont wanna be White,
let them black and live for struggle
My niggas tow guns for hittin you and your squad up,
Now we got the upper hand so keep your palms up
Niggas, if you want it with Ja come in and line up
Guaranteed, you be meeting your maker when you times up
Negative, I can go into the streets we live
Paper, foreign niggas be murdering shit
So what, what, Niggas is holla, yo what up
Murda Inc. is the movement that won't be touched
Motherfuckers, ya hear me, Murder Inc. niggas
Cause if you don't give a fuck like we don't give a fuck
Throw your motherfucking fingers in the air!
[Vita]
We don't give a what, what,
All of my ladies, it's all gravy
Get your tubs up
It's Murder, turn it up
Plus, ain't nobody hotter than Totti
So who you riding with
Ladies hating blatently hating cause they ain't hiding
Dismiss hot chick, straight to the top chick
That'll chase you, that'll strip you off your crown and replace you
When I stay laced boo, in the top of the line,
in the finest designers, from Fendi and Gabbana
Players if you want it, I got it, just come and get it
Thugs if you hustling hustling, come and get it
Mommy if you rolling with Totti, let's get this dough off
We don't give a fuck! What!

Murda Inc Nigga,
Young Money just crept in like uh oh,
Empire, Empire,
Let’s get em,
Young Money Cash Money Calabo,
Listen, Listen
Chrous:
To all my niggas my bitches my bitches my niggas,
My gangstas, hoes, pimps, and pushers,
Keep on doin’ what we doin’
Nigga gettin it, got money we takin it,
Got bitches we takin em,
Empire just stepped in and they like,
Uh oh, uh uh uh oh, uh oh, uh uh uh oh,
Hit it and go oh oh,
Uh oh, uh uh uh oh,
cuz they know we gettin it,
Got money we takin it,
Got bitches we takin em,
Empire just stepped in (fuck niggas).
Verse Ja Rule:
Uh oh, uh uh uh oh, here i, go oh oh oh,
It’s the Rule nigga, u already no oh,
I’m gettin it, I don’t gotta talk cuz I’m livin it,
Money over bitches period, n I’m dead serious,
These bitches is feminine, nigga so I,
T-t-t-t-t touch em up every time I see em,
Are u feelin it?
I-i-is comin through the barrel or the fi-i-ith,
Out the sunroof of the si-i-ix,
I-i-if u willin to bear wit-ne-es,
how I take money, take bi-it-ches,
Niggas is fascinated with the kid, love my style,
Your bitch too would be on a dick if you let her come out,
Quit hand cuffin these hoes,
My pimp game proper,
I’m a pis-tol popper, fuck around and get shot up,
My niggas all riders, my bitches all done up,
F**k, I know ya'll niggas hate to love us, but...
Chrous:
To all my niggas my bitches my bitches my niggas,
My gangstas, hoes, pimps, and pushers,
Keep on doin’ what we doin’
Nigga gettin it, got money we takin it,
Got bitches we takin em,
Empire just stepped in and they like,
Uh oh, uh uh uh oh, uh oh, uh uh uh oh,
Hit it and go oh oh,
Uh oh, uh uh uh oh,
cuz they know we gettin it,
Got money we takin it,
Got bitches we takin em,
Empire just stepped in
Verse Lil' Wayne:
Uh Oh You Did It
Nah U Gotta Get It
Weezy F Is In your Building
I Will Step On your Buliding
From the Steps Of My Building
Raise Hell, Hell’s risen
Call Me Young Raekwon I’m A Chef In Hell's Kitchen
Flow,Sweet As Devils Food I Eat Angels For Dinner
Call Me What You Want I Don’t Give A Finger In the Middle
Ima Hold It Down And Blow Up My Anchor Is The Missile
When I Say We Got The Brrrrrrrr I Ain’t Tryna Whistle
Long Body Maybach It Make Me Feel So Little
I’m Ballin on The Suckers And I Wont Pick up my Dribble
Retarded on These beats Sick,I Spit Hospitals
And She Couldn't Stand Under My Umbrella If It Drizzled
My Pimp Game Propa,My If Aim Proper
So Run And I Will Hit U Like Jerimiah Trotter
Yessir Call Me Young Carter
My Leather So Soft and I Be Stuntin like My Dada...YA DIG!!!!
Verse Ja Rule:
Yup yup, I d-d-d-d-dig it,
but our jewellery’s so fi-i-i-itted,
Damn, hot damn, bitches with the Atkins, Carter, and Crocker
like we don’t make that crack outta real butter,
now d-d-did I s-s-stutter the first time,
nigga its nah, they like uh oh, uh uh uh oh,
this nigga is tr-ou-ble, its the Inc,
nigga act like ya kno-ow,
whos gettin it, livin this, gangsta shit...
Chrous:
To all my niggas my bitches my bitches my niggas,
My gangstas, hoes, pimps, and pushers,
Keep on doin’ what we doin’
Nigga gettin it, got money we takin it,
Got bitches we takin em,
Empire just stepped in and they like,
Uh oh, uh uh uh oh, uh oh, uh uh uh oh,
Hit it and go oh oh,
Uh oh, uh uh uh oh,
cuz they know we gettin it,
Got money we takin it,
Got bitches we takin em,
Empire just stepped in
Murda Inc Nigga
Young Money just crept in like uh oh,

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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
But they'll never take me alive
I'll get even before I die

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.)

And now, the tale from the darkside...
[DMX]
Uh, I got to remind y'all niggas
What the flow is all about
Huh, its about this
Anywhere from forty-eight and up
Straight, you feel me?
Fifty fifty
Aiyyo, I gots to hear the beat so I can eat, ahight?
If I can't live, you can't live, ain't nothin sweet
Bitch ass niggas think its all about Versace
A week later them niggas talkin about (Yo, X got me)
I thought he was my man, but he act like he ain't know me
I knew he had the joint, but I didn't wanna make him show me
That nigga be buggin, stickin cats up and random
Doing his dirt and disappearin like the phantom
Niggas can't stand him, but ask me if I care
'Cuz what I used to give a fuck about, just ain't there
And ain't nothing fair, I knew this for a long time
Thats why with ever wrong crime comes anotha strong rhyme
And thats mo' time under the belt, you felt what I had
And I shouldn't have even done it, thats what made this shit sad
I'm doin' bad, but if I gots to feel it, you gots to feel it
And if a nigga can't afford it, I gots to steal it
And that's how real it, GETS, when this shit [hits the fan]
You still tryin to get the man, first catch up with the man
Then we gon' see what'choo made of
If your shit ain't pumpin Kool-Aid, what you afraid of?
The monster under the bed, fill ya with four slugs to the head
Or ya babies mother missin for a month, found dead
Worms comin' from places you stuck ya dick in
Maggots got the bitch coverered and the smells sick'nen
Plastic don't hide the smell for too long, I do wrong
And so I don't have nightmares I forget about it, move on
Keep gettin my groove on, 'cuz that shit could fuck with'choo
Keep dwellin on it, and its gonna get stuck with you
Niggas try their luck with you, 'cuz they smell ass
And money if you pussy, I'm gonna be able to tell fast
Some cop I'm about to smack across the face in this robbery
I'm on a robbin spree, and ain't no STOPPIN ME
On this real, thats why a nigga stay writin
'Cuz kid this shit is real, what you think we play fightin
You must of saw som'thin funny, or never saw som'thin bloody
Or you don't know I'll bring it to your door 'cuz I'm cruddy
Like puddy, when I hold you niggas, I mold you niggas
I done told you niggas, that I been owed you niggas
For that shit you did that you wasnt built for
Shit I guess you didnt know you do get killed for
I done filled niggas up with the extended clip
Its like I blew this joint down with the extended rip
Or that non-stop, when the bomb drops
I'ma take it from where you at and then end up on ya moms block
From here to Comstock, niggas gettin bust wild
?Cell cagers last night from lock out just died?
Ain't no where to hide, ain't no wear to run
What more can they do to a man that ain't been done
A mind is a terrible thing to waste
Especially if its all over the place, your mind all over his face
How do brains taste, when they mixed with gun powder
Semi to fully automatic makes the gun louder
I got som'thin to fix pain when I kicks game
'Cuz I'ma float off more tracks than they sixth train
You 'bout to get flamed, from ash to ashes to DIRT
You gon' go with the dough that your life was worth

Yo, yo, let it go nigga!
What, niggas wanna motherfuckin play games?
What? Fuckin faggot, we gon play games nigga
Yeah, Ja Rule, yeah it's Def Jam nigga
Uh, it's top dog motherfucker
How many niggas, gon chop the blow?
How many bitches, gonna L-O, get naked for dough?
Uh, so many questions, y'all answer this
What's your hustle? And who the fuck you represent?
When you got in the game? And where was I when you was playin?
Why the love lost? Remember son, you got put on
Like (..?..) had you layin, flippin heron
When you got greedy, I let em know to remain calm
Who you are's on the strength of my arm, and I believe
You wouldn't deceive top dog supreme team
How and why would you try to fuck us? On the real
When and where was you goin with all a that fish tail?
Nigga when you was wack and broke who boost sales?
Who purchased the L for you to roll with chrome wheels?
Can you believe the inconsideracy of some cats?
You give em a deal, they want plaques
Now if I'm wack, would I be wrong? I'm just askin
Cuz when I bag em I'm a make him breath through the plastic
Fuckin faggot! Yeah, Ja Rule nigga, Ja Rule, yeah
Ja's in a stand still, cuz niggas fail to realize
This killer instinct in my eyes, ain't to be tried
Nor denied, the fact that I sat back and watched a lotta wack
niggas earn plaques
Congratulations, I ain't hatin
Just know my LP's in the makin
Currently waitin to holla at the nation
This world ain't ready for me
My personal thought and questions
The Gods study lessons while the weak count they blessings
Cuz money's a must, not a preference
Use my resume as a reference and gain all acceptance
You wonder why, I, disease like cancer
Cuz you ask the questions I got answers, beeyatch
Yeah, it's Def Jam niggas, recognize
Fuck, niggas ain't playin no games
All my niggas, Kev Louds, Keyser Soze
Haha, yeah, uh, yo, can't forget my nigga
Chris Lighty, Irv Gotti
We out, fuck y'all niggas
Survival of the Illest beeyatch
Rocafella, hahaha
Ahhaha, yeah, y'all niggas thought it was through?
Volume 2, Survival of the Illest, Def Jam niggas
DMX, It's Dark and Hell is motherfuckin Hot, in stores now
Onyx, Shut Em Down, in stores now
Def Squad, El Nino, in stores Junes 30th
It's Survival of the Illest mu'fuckas
Volume 2, thought you knew

Stripping business started in Africa long time ago
long long long time ago
White man went to Africa and
He saw these beautiful black women walkin' around sagging'
Dancing Workin' Livin' in the nude
You can see there public hair
This white man went from village to village
to seek out these black women
Watchin' them perform in the nude
Whit man had an idea
he figured he gonna go back to Europe right
Start the same type of business that started with black women
Get them white bitches to dance the same way
Huh anit no shame in our black women
Wasn't no shame in them walkin' but ass naked
people over the years try to start the same thing
But it didn't happen
Those white bitches told him the most beautiful words we ever heard in our profession
What she say?
baby those whit bitches looked him in the eye and told him
Fuck that! Pay me!
thats why I get 30%

Aiyyo yo yo yo
All y'all niggaz
C'mon! Yo gather round
Lay it up I got a story to tell
All y'all niggaz gather round
Hear this, hear this
Listen up I got a story to tell
Huh, listen up I got a story to tell
Yeah, yeah, all y'all niggaz
Listen up I got a story to tell
C'mere, c'mere hear this, hear this
Listen up I got a story to tell
Yo, it's widespread
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 nietas
My 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
Cause 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, and 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
Yeah, uhh, yeah
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 roll
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, 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

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..)
(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
(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!
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

[Tah Murdah]
Perminently dedicated to the street shit
Creep the gat that spit quick
And fuck with
Killers who keep clips to heat shit
When there's murder involved
There's a lot of niggaz bluffin
Holdin an arsenal of guns and never bustin
Screamin at the top of they lungs but sayin nuthin
But I styrofoam lies with quiet and blaze nuthin
What the fuck y'all want
Cowards we ain't cut from the same cloth
You a 5M6 nigga, I ride your bitch nigga
You fuck with the wrong one this time
And I promise you
You be the next nigga they pay homage to
And they gonna find you somewhere in a vacant lot
With the garbage, I'm a murderer so I'm heartless
I drop the top on the CL420 as I
Swallow henny gettin, head from your hunnie
And before I let you hit me, I hit you
And split you, leavin you for the paramedics to get you
[Black Child]
When shit gets ugly
It's back to the block fuckin with them custies
We gonna lock shit down
I'm a nigga so you know you can't trust me
When shit gets ugly
We got bitches that transport pounds
We gonna lock shit down
Murder them niggaz, murder them now
[Black Child]
I spit venomous murderous shit with the inosence
Of a child, in the penal, foul and official
Futuristic, chick shit, black big dick
From mistresses we roll triple sixes
Thats back-to-back Benzes, my friends is my enemies
They feel the energy like it's tenely
Murder's the remedy when the hennessy is in me
I'm unfriendly in the club where the women be
Sippin Italy, feelin me, killin me, for the benji's
Not the broads in my bed
I can't front, I love them whores that give me head
I like my presidents dead, and I can't stand the feds
I got mansions with saunas, while niggaz on the corner
And laughin at the police when they can't find my burner
I like cars with a stash box, cash, and drop-top
I smash the block, nigga smash the cops
[Black Child]
When shit gets ugly
It's back to the block fuckin with them custies
We gonna lock shit down
I'm a nigga so you know you can't trust me
When shit gets ugly
We got bitches that transport pounds
We gonna lock shit down
Murder them niggaz, murder them now
[Vita]
When shit gets ugly, in the purse with a snub b
Murdererous bitch, don't give a fuck you haters love me
Feel you above me, bitch but down inside
What chick you know hit strips and broke down fives
Cut family ties, so deep into my slug's eyes
Analyze my crimes as I rise, and I
Solemly swear never to turn state
You right bitch
I'm a murder mommy for life
[Ja Rule]
Yeah, Yeah
May the law be with niggaz who shout my name in vain
I'm a Murderer motherfucker, you loose change
I get head in the whip, probably from your bitch
Cuz she's a hoe like yourself, and it's makin me sick
From the pimps, to the bulls like Don Bishop
I pimp on hoes, shorty you hearin me
Good sense to keep a nigga in dark tints
But it won't stop the hollows comin throught the fence
Forget about it, gangsta shit gets tense
You sounding like a homo nigga who ride dicks
Every joint you make got a name in your mouth
What you gobblin? nuts nigga?, with my posters out
Nigga read about it
The Murderous I-N-C, courtesy of the nigga I. Gotti
Nigga hear about it
From your hood to my hood, from my block to your block
Fuck around and get shot nigga
[Black Child]
When shit gets ugly
It's back to the block fuckin with them custies
We gonna lock shit down
I'm a nigga so you know you can't trust me
When shit gets ugly
We got bitches that transport pounds
We gonna lock shit down

I feel the rain comin down on me niggas, heh
When the sun gon' shine?
My lord, somebody us all, heheh
I think the reign is callin murda (Murda)
I think the reign is callin murdaaa (Mur - da)
I think the reign is callin murda (Murda)
I think the reign is callin murder (Mur - da)
Dear Lord, can you, feel my pain
If you can't it's alright, cause I'ma live my life anyway
Just let, it, rain - on me
I feel, so free like a, cool breeze
And when the sun dont, shine
Fold up the mini-blinds, load up them lucky 9
hit 'em from behind
That's, my, life - and it'll never be the same
Never again, and the game is to blame
Don't get caught up in your Range Rover, pullin over
On the Westside highway shoulder, nigga I'll blow ya
like a windshield, leave yo' mind on the windshield
And have yo' whip through in windmills, that's what rain feels like,
when it's hittin a little harder than drizzlin
pickles flyin out pistols, gotta niggaz cryin they Christians
I can't believe shit has come to this
It's unheard of, now it's gonna reign down murder
I think the reign is callin murda (Murda)
I think the reign is callin murdaaa (Mur - da)
I think the reign is callin murda (Murda)
I think the reign is callin murder (Mur - da)
God only breathes to confess to them, bury the rest of them
A storm is comin, I got a hundred mile runnin head start
On these niggaz cause it's murder for life
Drugs, bitches, the money be my only vice
But I'm livin life in the fast lane, doin the damn thang
In the Ferrari hard top watchin hard rain
It's a damn shame, no more games
No more love, baby boy I throw back slugs
Through your Green Bay throwback, I hits that up
And let you know where the reign is from
You ever heard of mixin whiskey with Jamaican rum? You get Biggie
Mix gin with a little cocaine, you got me
And my style is a little too savage to not be
Be looked upon as one of the illest to MC
Y'all niggaz want it with me? That shit's unheard of
Cause niggaz, now it's gonna reign down murder
I think the reign is callin murda (Murda)
I think the reign is callin murdaaa (Mur - da)
I think the reign is callin murda (Murda)
I think the reign is callin murder (Mur - da)
Nobody loves me
Sometimes I wish the good Lord would come down and hug me
I take a look at my life, it's gettin ugly
And now I know that you all wanna slug me
I can get above it, it's my life and I thug it
Even though I live it close to the edge
I'm gettin closer to death, with every little step
that I take, and be awake of my last days
I hope the sun shines with a light rain
That would mean the world shared my pain
And now the world could be happy again, smile
Cause if I ever walk "The Green Mile"
You can look at me and blame it on my lifestyle
What can I say? I was raised as an only child, lonely
Poppa disowned me, so the streets raised me
now call me crazy is not unheard of
Now it's gonna reign down murder
I think the reign is callin murda (Murda)
I think the reign is callin murdaaa (Mur - da)
I think the reign is callin murda (Murda)

I'm a rockstar Rick James Mick Jagger
Bright light big stages bad habbits
Get high got to prison and invade taxes
This is not what I invison
When I started rapping.
F-ck the mansions, the pantoms, the sweets, the cabanas
Beacuse none of that matters when the mirror shatters
All I see is pieces of me scattered
Is it a miracle or is it madness?
Because when I puts it all together it freflexs this,
And this is me
About as you gonna get to insanity or genius
My real life fantasy
Is this my life or am I dreaming
I can't lie I don't believe it
Iiiii... I don't believe it
Iiiii... is this my life
Talking fantasies, they're more twistes then memories
I never thought gotti would leave the game like d r e
Never thought shanti would ever stop reppin the team,
And the f-ck is lloyd hooking up with the enemies
If this was 03 I would have told you,
You was crazy if you told me this is what it would be
I miss vita caddy black child charlie,
I thought we were tighter then the marleys... family
But I guess you can't be, in an industry there's nothing but envy,
Jealousy... please nobody be friend me!
Nah, my real life fantasy
Is this my life or am I dreaming
I can't lie I don't believe it
Iiiii... I don't believe it

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

when you play by the rules of the world
the world will rule you!
when you play by the rules of the divine
you will rule the world
bring back
[chorus:]
all the way from heaven to the stars
the stars pass along,
the moon turns to sky
the sky turns to you
i'm falling, i'm falling with no parachute
i'm falling for love with no parachute
all the way form the heaven to the stars, to the moon, to your heart
we only fail to get up to you
my world is new, i put it on the cross
get thanks to the lord, the legendary fall
fuck you, no pause, niggers make god bless us all
form the.. to the roof, to the head, to the floor
..it's a long fall and a lot of nigger fall short
and a lot of niggers fall off
but not me, i could never see the ball drop
unless is new year in the heart of new york
if you're new to the block, get a little rough
especially if the heart ain't wide enough
cause i've been through it all, and it's even more
only niggers get the fall.
[chorus:]
all the way from heaven to the stars
the stars pass along,
the moon turns to sky
the sky turns to you
i'm falling, i'm falling with no parachute
i'm falling for love with no parachute
if i get it from the heavens above to the fire to my ass
nobody surpasses death, it don't lasts
..now you .. kill me
i've already been dead, i'm a wholly spirit
watch my flow fly around like a g6
while my body stays down in the audience.
i'm living this life limitless
if it ain't fly has no relevance
if it ain't domestic, it's not intelligent
you should be smart and jump of the
the dark side, is a long ride
just to been through it all, and to see even more
..to fly, the niggers get to fall.
[chorus:]
all the way from heaven to the stars
the stars pass along,
the moon turns to sky
the sky turns to you
i'm falling, i'm falling with no parachute
i'm falling for love with no parachute
i'm thinking of you

… lights and the cameras, the trips from New York to Paris
It seems I never I never can manage to say that I, I never had time
Living my life on the road, and every city… I should have picked up the
phone
And say that I, I never had time
I never had time, time I need to stay, there was… one for me
Everybody you was said you was shit, girl,
… girl, the one I’m really trying to get with girl
Not … kinda like a refill
I feel, can it get any better, … gonna make my…
Spread it on the… we’ve been around the world seen these bitches…
How did we meet… I’ve been wonderful experience real love
I really wanna explore love, I just never had time
I never had time, time I need to stay, there was… one for me
Living my life on the road, and every city… I should have picked up the
phone
And say that I, I never had time
I’ve been really trying to be someone I never been
Trying to visualize something I never seen
And if I can’t see it, …
I’m just trying to be more than a memory
Remember me, miss me when I’m gone
… dead long
I need to get away from it all
The niggas, the bitches, the bizness
Like … say, the hardest part is money you own
… I’m on the bitch with my feet up, money call
… I kinda think you was waiting on my call
I just never had time
… lights and the cameras, the trips from New York to Paris
It seems I never I never can manage to say that I, I never had time
Living my life on the road, and every city… I should have picked up the
phone
And say that I, I never had time
I never had time, time I need to stay, there was… one for me
If I’ll never get the chance to say, them 3 words so famous
… depending how you go through
Me myself, I’m more… I’m here, but never there for the …
Especially know how we still do it…
So selfish, but so…
If there’s anything you learn from this is
Don’t let your feelings… I wish I would have told you
Never had time
… lights and the cameras, the trips from New York to Paris
It seems I never I never can manage to say that I, I never had time
Living my life on the road, and every city… I should have picked up the
phone
And say that I, I never had time

I'm about to be on some real murder shit
eh i'm telling you man any nigger that ever looked at me
wrong ous me money who ever said any jelous
bullshit about me is fuckin dead

Yeah, uh, Ja Rule uh uh uh
Here to talk about the lost one
It's a damn shame
Fuckin Shakin that ass, Shakin that ass, yo, huh
Lost little girl
I seen how love can turn to lust inside a
Lost little girl
I seen how pain can turn to trust within a
Lost little girl
She can get a man to do anything but she's a
Lost little girl
This sexy thing is only 17 and she's a
Lost little girl
I admit I get a lot of love from women
It's only cause if i put that thug lovin in them
It's hard as a mitten
Gotta hit the club and bang out
Song after song till I end up in the wrong route
Tank top, sweat it out
Where she's shakin that ass shakin that ass
And got her breast pressed to the glass
Strobe lights flashin
That X is kickin in
And I'm orderin the chrissy open bottles of tin
On our stairway to heaven baby bring a friend
putaya sayin, fuck in a stretch benz
You know me I like it wet, rode slowly
By the way baby, how old is you codie
You lookin a little young to me
And how many you had that girl on, two or three
It's a damn shame
But she coulda had the world
And now she's nothing more than a
Chill little girl put up in a world of confusion
Pop was abusin one of gods children
Can't wait for losin my soul is dead
And she's feelin like her worth is between her legs
She start fucking niggas and learn to show'em respect
They a father figure she honor love and protect
To your down ass bitch
One you could cuddle up and wile out with
We call it thug love
Hot sex and hard drugs was a thing of the past
But look here murder inc nigga bringin it back
We got them stressed strung out beatin to be hung out
Cry in their crib backs when they say why
would i get involved with niggaz
involved with killaz
involved with dealers
involved with niggaz that make millions
She coulda had it all Including the world
Now she's nothing more than a
She can't deny, she ain't livin her life right
She got a man but her mans livin his own life
With his wife and kids his crib and Bev Hills
The benz that only spins on them chroamy wheels
What has he done for you lately
Only remind you of when them times a little bit rider
A dick and hes crazy and will reminds us
And then he hit you with that one last promise
You want it to be the truth so bad
You lookin in his eye and your cryin, sayin he ain't lyin
But you know he is
But your a glutton for punishment
And you know pain is love
So whats wrong with sufferin
The hard times have past, the good times are comin (cumin)
All over your chest baby thats how your lovin it
And its sad cause you coulda had the world
now your nothin but a
Lost little girl
Lost little girl
Lost little girl
Lost little girl
Lost little girl
Lost little girl

[Talking]
These faggot ass niggas,
Ay yo Buck, word to mother,
Yo they had young Malcom silenced too long baby,
They can't fuckin hold me down nigga,
What the fuck these niggas thought,
It's the I-N-C nigga, it's murder,
M-I-B nigga, Murder Inc. Bosses, motherfuckers,
Ja Rule, haha
Ay yo Buck, turn this shit up in my motherfuckin headphones,
Turn me up niggas, fuck these faggots, haha
It's real nigga, yeah, it's real nigga (ay yo, word ta motha)
(FUCK YOU LOOSE CHANGE, YOU FAGGOT!) yeah (FEMINEM I'MA SLAP THE SHIT OUTTA YOU BITCH!)
MURDA INC NIGGAS!!!
[Rapping]
How many niggas hold they heat like Rule?
Sidearm, barrel ta mouth ta blow ya head out through tha south,
An' let 'Lil J get ta airin' ya out.
An' if there's any change left I toss ya on down ta tha west,
An' let (westside!!) tha road ride down on ya
California, love is what ya crave so on ya grave
it's gon' read: "Here lie Fifty, who snitched on many.
That half a dolla, that nickel, them dimes, an' died like penny."
An' Murda Inc. will send they deepest condolences and sympathies
ta Aftermath, ta Shady, Interscope and Jimmy Iovine,
Ya know ya team they really some pee-ons, gettin' peed on,
an' leaked on.
I'm talkin' 'bout faggot ass gay Dre young,
an' Suge told me all about how ya used ta take transvestites home,
an' occasionally wear thongs.
No wonda Feminem be cross dressin' in pumps an' tight 'lil dresses,
my pumps, they leave big messes...
An' I know tha 'Truth Hurts' when I bus' records,
Battle of da sexes, is dat a woman or a man?
I really don't care ta stand but Fifty you gon' get shot again
by the M-U-R-E-D-R, INC! I'm tha rappa that sings,
totes guns an' blades. An' these Fed's can't discuss 'em
cause while he violatin' ?? cryin' bitch to Russell like:
They shootin'...ahh makes ya shook an' got Bus' rhymin' tha same ol' hook.
Like, they shootin'...I ain't shoot up ya land,
I'd a put ya in tha coroner van.
Like my nigga J *muah*
Tha Vanguish will be tha ghetto car when I clap at ya garage.
An' Em, whats tha du-rag for?
You neva gon' have braids, you'll never know black pain
but you can become tha first white rappa slain.
Jus' get yo money mayn, tha INC is runnin' thangs,
hideout wit 'Loose Change'.
An' you nigga Ima send you ta mommy...
wit strict ordas from Gotti ta hide tha body.
An' Dre, ya days comin' too 'cause I got a team of misfits thats quiet
an' handle they business, Cause....
IM SHOOTIN'...at all yall niggas,
an' 'Lil Mo you jus' one of dem bitches
that ain't had a hot song in how long? NEVA!
Ya betta off wit a dick in ya mouth, shutup!!
Em ya claim ya mother's a crackhead and Kim is a known slut,
so what's Hailie gon' be when she grows up?
MURRRDAAA!! Yall know what it is.
MURRRDAAA!! Yall know what it be.
MURRRDAAA!! Yall know what it is.

I... look at all the lonely people
I... look at all the lonely people
[CHORUS]
Father forgive me
For I have sinned in a world that is broken and scorn,
I should of been warned, nobody tells us
That u will live your whole life just to die and be mourned
So what's it's all for, all the lonely people
Where do they all come from
All the lonely people, where do they all belong
[VERSE 1]
My God!
Everybody wanna look to get deep in my eyes
And see the---like he was close,
I'm the one the Lord himself has chose
to be a stand out and stand alone,
Me myself and I, could've died in the end
---casket or pen, probably thinking better state that I'm in,
But then again,
I've been watching from the outside looking in
looking in from the outside theres a reminisce
wanna get witness---
for those who ain't here who love to hear this
love to see this love to feel this
None of you wouldn't of felt just how lonely life gets
nothing could never see just how dark and I gets why
ask the question and the reason
I... look at all the lonely people
I... look at all the lonely people
[CHORUS]
Father forgive me
But do you know what they scream when they dying in pain,
They screaming your name, the Lord is out savior
That's what the paster says every week sunday and pray
But you're never their, all the lonely people
Where do they all come from
All the lonely people, where do they all belong
[VERSE 2]
Oh Lord!
Will they ever understand us loners, us natural hustlers
that hug the corner and cause it feels like---on us
or is it just me the one and only
R - U, L - E
Ain't nothing anybody really could tell me
done been through done seen it all, lately
I'm a get though it just bare ya' soul with me
cause it's all crazy but it's all made me
realize the gift that the lord game me
wish I could sometimes talk to him and save me
what would I say I don't know maybe I'm crazy
maybe I'm lonely only because, I...
born alone to die alone my
life is lived to died to mourned
live for today you died tomorrow that's why
I... look at all the lonely people
I... look at all the lonely people
[CHORUS]
Father forgive me
But there's a life I must claim and this life isn't right,
Just send me a sign, death,
Was the scene of the crime as he lied with his eyes wide and died
And nobody cried, all the lonely people
Where do they all come from

[Ashanti]
If you were me what would you do always a lie,
and never the truth, now as for me I'm moving on.
You'll always be my baby.
[Ashanti]
Baby I just gotta let you go for now, thought I
could take it for a while.
Maybe we'll make it back around baby I just have to live
my life For now can't see me changing for a while
if I could make it back around.
[Ashanti]
Anything that I want I could get it boy. You know
you turn me on and on that's why I switched my frame
of mind of being there whan you call always on time. I'm
looking to spread my wings and party, evertything and for
everybody, I neeed my space my time alone its like our hearts
don't match no more, still anything that you want you could get it
boy. You know I still got love for you in court I plea the 5th my baby.
[Ashanti]
Baby I just gotta let you go for now, thought I
could take it for a while.
Maybe we'll make it back around baby I just have to live
my life. For now can't see me changing for a while
if I could make it back around.
Baby I just had to let you go for now, through I
could take it for a while maybe.
Make it back around baby I just have to live
my life. For now can't see me changing for a while
if I could make it back around.
When you was cheating you was probably thinking
I won't sense a thing but love got a funny way of catching up.
To lies your lies can't look me straight in the eyes.
I'm not surpise that you hurt me baby but why
me baby just let me breathe and I'll fly freely.
If you were me what would
you do always a lie and never the truth now as for me
I'm moving on you'll always be My baby.
[Ashanti]
Baby I just had to let you go for now, thought I
could take it for a while.
Maybe we'll make it back around baby I just have to live
my life. For now can't see me changing for a while
if I could make it back around.
Baby I just had to let you go for now, thought I
could take it for a while.
Maybe we'll make it back around baby I just have to live
my life. For now can't see me changing for a while
if I could make it back around.
[Ja Rule]
Why in the world would you wanna leave me girl
is it Something I did you felt that wasn't right home
I know a bitch could do bad on her own
you're not alone The way you hurt me baby
shit why me baby I be in pain a little
but I live without you with the love It is as long as its lets you go you
feel the need to relax with your baby
who else would to hold you and sex you crazy
R-U-L-E come on holla at me
[Ashanti]
Baby I just had to let you go for now, through I
could take it for a while maybe.
Make it back around baby I just have to live
my life. For now can't see me changing for a while
if I could make it back around.
Baby I just had to let you go for now, thought I
Could take it for a while.
Maybe we'll Make it back around baby I just have to live
my life. For now can't see me changing for a while
if I could make it back around.
Baby I just had to let you go for now, thought I
Could take it for a while.
Maybe we'll Make it back around baby I just have to live
my life. For now can't see me changing for a while
if I could make it back around.
[Ashanti]
If you were me what would you do
always a lie And never the truth
now as for me I'm moving on

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Ja Rule, Uh
Shade and Irv Gotti
Niggas don't want none of this
Ladies call me white Kane, pure as snow
Like cocaine, cutiepies powder they nose
I've been preaching to the stars
Ladies be livin real harder
A lot of icons, but consider me God
Born in the seventies
The eighties was growing wit time
Now it's two G nigga
And the world is mine
I was a smart nigga
Figured if he put me on the spot
Wit hot shit bubble me up till I rock
Come put me on the block
In a new form and new sound
For Ja Rule and I'm feeling like I'm too strong
I move on down to D.C., V.A.
And I even did as far as Californ-I-A
Come to shit
They fly, they float, they snort, they smoke
Hustle, bag and mope
For more
Down the freeway racing out of control, it's crazy
When you fucking wit Rule it's shady
Niggas if you hustle and stick 'em
It's your life
Bitches if your Fuckin and striping
It's alright
We all got to eat
So live your life
Niggas
It's alright
Bitches
It's your life
Now I got to hit you wit some other shit
Sentinella gutta shit
Four sides of the chrome
Flows smack you wit the rubber grip
Never been a nigga, niggas wanna play they cards wit
See me in the dark whip
Better go call your guards quick
Better go hit the block and tell them bitches that shisty shit
Known the freaks face like that yellow bezel ice shit
Similar response, yo that kid spit the nicest
Baby re-intice this, CD's raise they prices
Make a nigga chain, oaid off in a different name
Maid think they got flame, Shade just hit the brain
Me and Ja fucked around and made the teams A-list
Two niggas from two sides, like a 7/10 split bitch
Niggas from the East
Christ from the gun to the mics
I'm living my life
Running through hell wit no ice
It's a sin
But I'd sell my lost soul to win
Go to bed and die
Then I'd wake up breathing again
Cause I'm all in
Even though shit ain't right
I wake up sweatin my life every night
Help me, is it the devil that going to get me
Or is it God don't feel like being bothered wit me
So hard to hit me, this life a sacrifice
If I grow blind through the dark my kids gonna see the light
If I die young it's cause a nigga too high strung
Got scary love for gun wit too much weed in my lungs
And still niggas screaming Ja the one, the chosen

[Shady]
Now y'all know damn well, that a nigga cain't sing
Yo, don't mess up my tape kid, this is for the ladies
Hook 1: Shady (Ja Rule)
If you we're my bitch (If you was my bitch)
Then I'd be ya nigga
If you we're my bitch (If you was my bitch)
Then I'd be ya nigga
[Shady] (Ja Rule)
Girl you know my style, I've been peepin for a while
And I really wanna know your name (What'd you say ya was again, holla at me)
I know what you're thinkin, just anotha star seekin
But baby money ain't a thang (Money ain't a thang, money ain't a thang)
'Cause I can see yourself with me, and I can see myself with you
Honey what'choo wanna doooo? (Baby girl, what'cha wanna do?)
Bump that playa shit I talk, a nigga ain't just tryin to fuck
Shady niggas get lonely too (What oy know about that?)
Hook 1
[Shady] (Ja Rule)
Rolex's and Lexuses got you cashin checks and shit
All yours if you roll with me (Come on baby, let me show you some shit)
Finest female on the block, 'tween them legs you keep it hot
Cool that ass with I-C-E (Be easy)
'Cause I can see yourself with me, and I can see myself with you
Honey what'choo wanna doooo? (What you wann do with me, huh?)
Bump that playa shit I talk, a nigga ain't just tryin to fuck
Shady niggas get lonely too (Yeah yeah)
[Tah Murdah]
Yo, if you was fucking with me
I tell you, we couldnt fuckin for free
You'd be a bitch without chips if it was up to me
In other words, if it costs for you
Bet I won't be the reason you be flossin boo, neva spendin a penny
Neva no slow necks, fuck you around fo' think you gonna down this henny
And inhale this 'dro, you gotta be kiddin hoe
I'm the one with the wetter flow, and there I neva go
Just stack and let it grow, I ain't got chedda' to blow
Shit, I' tryin to see the dealer for the five double O
Six, ya heard bitch? Picture this
Me gettin hairs and nails done, neva
I rather put it in ya stomach however ya want it
[Black Child]
If you ever kiss this dick, then you my bitch
If you ever pushed my whip, you hold my bricks
Can't roll my spliff, I smoke 'dro and shit
??? I get dough, and don't share my shit
You hear my shit, people wear this dick
I don't fear that click, I'll tear that shit
And won't lick it, you heard what I said
I might lie on my tongue but won't lie on my head
[Ja Rule]
Bitches lets get right, niggas lets get right
Murderers throw in for life
We gettin high tonight
Whether you know it or not baby
I get head in the drop baby
Ridin' down Sunset baby
I've been somewhat of a freak lately
Baby girl if you was my bitch, you can get a taste dick
I like the mouth moist once I put it on ya lips
I hearin a soft voice like "this my shit"
And in the back of my mind I'm like "she can't be serious"
Home is where it is, and home wreckers love to leave heads in your whip
To fuck up your shit, baby girl is I was your NIGGA
Baby girl is you was my BITCH, it would be murderous

(What's my motherfuckin name?)
R-U-L-E
(Blowin back on this Mary Jane, I'm analyzin the game)
And the game done chose me
(To bring pain to pussy niggaz and pussy hoes, it's one in the same)
Ever since you told me
(There's only room for two, I've been makin less room for you)
Now only God can hold me
(Hug me, love me, judge me, the only Man that help is above me, holla)
I met so many men and
It's like their all the same
My appetite for lovin
Is now my hunger pain
And when I'm feelin sexy
Who's gonna come for me
My only problem is
Their insecurity
(Tired of bein alone) Yeah, yeah
(Sick of arguin on the phone) Yeah, yeah
(Are you tellin all your friends) Yeah, yeah
(That your nigga don't understand) My love
Cause I'm real
(The way you walk, the way you move, the way you talk)
Cause I'm real
(The way you stare, the way you look, your style, your hair)
Cause I'm real
(The way you smile, the way you smell, it drives me wild)
Cause I'm real
And I can't go on without you
Girl, I've been thinkin bout this relationship
And I wanna know is this as good as it gets
Cause we've been through the worst times and the best times
But it was our time, even if it was part-time
Now they been lookin at me, smilin at me, laughin like we wasn't happy
But not knowin that we're growin and we're gettin married
Hard lovin and straight thuggin
Bitch, I ain't doin this shit for nuttin
I'm here to get it poppin, hoppin, let's ride up in the Benz
Hair blowin in the wind, sun glistenin off my skin, hey
I'm nasty, heh, you know me
But you still don't fuck with your baby
Now people lovin me and hatin me, treatin me ungratefully
But not knowin that they ain't makin or breakin me
My life I live it to the limit and I love it
Now I can breathe again, baby, now I can breathe again
Now people screamin what the deal with you and so and so
I tell them niggas, mind their biz, but they don't hear me though
Cause I live my life to the limit and I love it

Yo, yo, uh
Ja Rule, heh, Murder Inc.
Come on, come on
Yo. yo
- I'mma ride to the end of the road baby
This life will drive me crazy
Be gettin' right lately
On the real, will it overtake me?
Where all my gangsta's at? (Yeah)
Where all my ladies at? (Ahhh)
Never gon' see life without the Lord, they say
What's a thug to do but kneel down and pray
Lord, forgive me
They're lookin' down on it
Sometimes I feel I need out of it
Spin me 'round one time
Close my eyes, then sleep
Want some Ja, baby?
I deserve all this
World, get off of me
Playa skip that jive, what it sound like?
Mad playas gettin' at Ja, don't even sound right
Like, now you caught in that whiplash, ? open eyed
You're all welcome, and you know you wanna live my life
May God help you
Am I possessed by my sacrifice?
Women and ice got me lovin' evil paradise
You feel me?
My life is caught up in that madness
But I do deal with it
If the blood's your heart, live it
Baby, don't die wit it
Have to judge my soul (uh)
Trippin' outta control
Smashed up on the freeway
Gotta be ?, give me leave-way
Slidin' back into low, murderers don't fold
Any action need to be shown?
There we go, wrapped and sold
Always rap in front of my foes
I keep playas on they toes
Women know ?who get jacked doe?
Playas know to get that dough
We that heat, can't be froze
We that burnin' ? you ?
We them ones, destroyed your shows
We that platinum, not that gold
We them thugs, just too much
We them thugs you just can't touch
Y'all don't wanna deal with us
We them thugs, murderers
- How many wanna die wit me? [7x]
How many wanna die wit me, die wit me?
Can't ya see they all wanna off my life
If you had your way, I would be dead, off side
What a shame, so now my love is high
People hatin' on Ja, ain't even half his size
Hey, you feel me?
Make me wanna get too close, it ain't no joke
I'm blown away, like bad, yo
You ain't know?
Ja Rule's the one, baby
? always be played with
Mess with me, get dealt with
Murder Inc., the clique baby

Well bitch niggaz get you of the grind, nigga grab the nine and
Well fake niggaz try to cop the style, cop the 40 cal then
Well if you don't like the way its going down, nigga grip the pounding
And if there's more than one that got the gold, grab the cal keep going
Real talk, the inc about to run New York
Cause there's no real niggaz left to hold the torch
Who gon' hold us of, cause you don't read newspaper's nigga
Lt Ja tell it, that's murder inc boy's, that's real killers
Money laundering, tax avaid and drug dealers
Backed by chemical grit, you can't be serious
We just niggaz getting money, fucking all the bitches
And life and death between a matter of inches
You know
That fo' four that handle his buisness
Like capital game, reload and hit them with intrest
Damn
What so gangsta about these niggaz
Now I got the full speed niggaz, led
Leave them dead over prayers, or head
Cause we done fucking these same bitches
And you know they talk, and the pillows be my witness
My forgiveness
Niggaz can't be this stupid
It's gun talk, niggaz better get used to it
I dont' care if you're a criminal or a cop, shoot or get shot
I'm raised by the plot, product of the hater
The gauge and the glock, and I keep a blade
I ain't afraid if it pop, the gauge still a gun
Married muder one, sleep with the fishes
Tasting red rum, young and corrupted
Nothing to fuck with, straight out of the gutter
With no introduction
Our role models is forced with the hollows
Fuck slothes the swallow the fifth a holla
The whitness and the polla
Weed twisting ganja
Load up the clip's and flip the corner
They Morner, be morners stay gunner
We gangster, gangster point and blank ya'
Thank ya'
Niggaz keep me in the mood
To eat a nigga food
I murder with real bombs
The nine the cal the pound of coke, niggaz
The weed the dope the E' the coke, niggaz
The gauge is mine, that's all I know
I've been doing this since 9 6, the oldies know
This tough load, the 3 8 o's, I let my hoe's hold
Keep it in them working, In case I'm legal searching
They got worship god, and trust the gun
Ask for your forgiveness, and send niggaz up
Fucking stick niggaz up, these bitch niggaz touch
It's all about violence, real niggaz is silenced
And know these niggaz whoes guns got low mileage
Got ducked taped, all tied up in their houses
I'll make you watch while I fuck the spouse
This, ain't buisness, it's personal, gun talk
when I holla your the first to know
How many hoes, and how much blood has been lost of
Yeah
Murder INC

Intro:
The fuck is the deal, nigga
We gonna bubble hard
Get this money nigga
Hustle night to night
State to state
Yeah, All my tripple green thugs,
What, what, what, yeah,
Yo, yo, yo
[Tah Murdah]
When I'm thinking the doe, uh
I'm thinking the O's,
With any and many ways to blow,
Till I'm sitting on doe.
Burying poppy seeds, trying to get them to grow
So if you need, I'm the nigga to know
And that's for show
I love money, especially blood money
That in and out of state,
Out of state, drug money
Used to stash halves under the couch
Till the neighbors start runnin their mouths
And have the feds running in my house
The game will never forget, who slipped and losing their grow
Blowing my head and old timers throwing jewels in it
Seen it all, from heavy weights scared
To them control the blocks niggas get knocked niggas
Who couldn't make there
You coward legal than snake but couldn't take there
Bubble hard most of my life
And I'm still wooling the stripes
To shave the road, blaze the fro
For them chubby faced, uh
I aim for more, Sellaphine
12, 12, bags of capsule,
I'm goin get this dirty money any and every way I have to, have to
Skit:
Games is for everybody
Everybody in for the game,
Ya little nigga, uh, stop playing
Chorus: (Black Child)
Nigga, we get it right,
Hustle days and night
Whether it's crack, dope or persia white
Whatever it takes, all my niggas on the ground for cake
Bubble the weight, from state to state, ya heard nigga
{repeat}
[Tah Murdah]
Yo, Yo,
One of my elders told me
I'm living the short life
Swinging wit yo, I rather
Die young and then grow old and blue
Whether it's crack, dope, or coke
We slinging it, 20 g's a night, we bringing it
Avoid the law, and from the crack,
Picture the hole in the half a brick, half a brick
To a key, now I supply the dee
And the niggas that I once bought from, buy from me
All sales, retail, Fish scales, Ivory
I'm trying to see if I could build a fortress underground
So when Feds come in lurkin, I'm nowhere to be found
I'm the type to take a brick, bust it down
into dimes and nicks, find some strips and flood the town
If I ever hit the ground, I'm just clickin and cockin
And run up into your spot, and get to poppin instead of shoppin
and not stoppin, until there's profit involved
So when the profit is lost, fuck splittin it
I pocket it all, ya heard?
Chorus
[Tah Murdah]
For all ya'll, niggas just watch me take it
Murder plots we making, head shots for baking
And night, hating, but if ya'll niggas ain't running wit my team
And what the fuck I look like, spitting my green
Drop and top on the high beam, see a lot of niggas make moves
But too hard headed to take the jewels
I got to, hit you killers, then will come and get you nigga
Black Child murder these bitch-niggas
[Black Child]
Where they at, them niggas want it with us, The Murderers
Tah Murdah, you want them touched
I'm gonna touch em, stick em, stuck em, I don't trust em
Then Bust em, if they don't duck em then fuck em
[Tah Murdah]
Spit a clip, just to hold the block down,
Then if I, got to put a clock, then clowns
And let off rounds
I do it all for the love of the doe
Until I push em in the 6th knanks to the double o
You heard nigga

(Ashley Joi)
Chorus
Gotta let me live, gotta let me do for me.
Gotta let me learn, gotta let me finally be free
Even if I'm scared and it ain't fair,
Gotta make it clear this heart here will be repaired.
(REPEAT TWICE)
(Ja Rule)
Follow in my foot steps and girl if you ain't scared I'm gonna be right there, I'm a be the n***a you lean on, go on, let your mind state run free
Their ain't nothing but your open arms that can hold me.
Like when I'm runnin, runnin hopin the world will keep up wit me,
Or when I'm runnin, gunnin wantin the world to stay away from me.
Pray on, but your heart still wit me, ain't nothing but your open arms that can free me,
You know, that I'd miss every part of your body if you were gone.
How the hell can a n***g be so surrounded and feel alone and why would I be so selfish in helping stoppin your growth... I gotta let her go.
Chorus
Gotta let me live, gotta let me do for me
Gotta let me learn, gotta let me finally be free,
Even if I'm scared and it ain't fair
Gotta make it clear this heart here will be repaired
(REPEAT TWICE)
How can I move on get a lot together she can do better than me anyway
But she kept on callin me sayin Your so wrong when I'm wit you everyday
And I put up wit your bullshit, Your gonna make me lose it.
Hold on when you know the bond between us is so Strong,
But I had to let my angel spread her wings, and let her live and when she did she sped off
And a n***a ain't seen her since. But I, I, know a kitten got nine lives and I hope she stay on her feet and eventually come back to me her foolish is pride when I look in her eyes I see she's the only one that's meant for me.
Chorus
Gotta let me live, gotta let me do for me
Gotta let me learn, gotta let me finally be free
Even if I'm scared and it ain't fair
Gotta make it clear this heart here will be repaired.
(REPEAT TWICE)
(Ashley Joi)
I'm comin back
All of my love
Lovin you is the best thing I can do.
(Ja Rule)
Every time I look in your eyes I see pain
And all the time that you spent away from me, babe,
It's obviously driving the both of us crazy,
Even though you left me I know you don't hate me
(Your still my baby)
But I'm still runnin, runnin hopin this time you keep up wit me
And you keep comin comin back But baby this time don't leave.
I gonna be right here wit you
(I know you'll be right here wit me)
Chorus
Gotta let me live, gotta let me do for me
Gotta let me learn, gotta let me finally be free,
Even if I'm scared and it ain't fair
Gotta make it clear this heart here will be repaired
(REPEAT TWICE)
Wowwwwww, wowwwwww
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeahhhhhhhh
It's murder INC babe
They say if you truly love something
You should set it free and if it comes back to you
You know it's truly yours

Gotti, here we go again, yo..
Two two-nine and seventy-six, get off my dick, niggaz I'm born
The future problem's, kickin and carryin on
Cause I got blood in my lungs and can't breathe, just conceived
And a nigga already fixin to leave
this ungodly world - and to think, I got a baby girl
to raise, in this deadly era of AIDS
Just yesterday we were slaves, and good friends
Now that we got ends that don't meet niggaz we will meet again
I wanna know why, the shit gets said
The shit gets wrote, the shit gets read, motherfuckers get fed
I shed a tear for my ride or die, cause thugs cry
And the truth'll shatter niggaz pride like cold lies
Can I live? Dog, why you wanna stop the Rule from risin?
And I G for me, surprise and growl
at the young that you called a liar
Now I'm the king of this jungle, no more denyin
Talk to the iron if you wanna holla, I'll pop at you
Probably, piercin your bone when you poppin your collar
Cause this is, pain over love, my style's brain on drugs
Yo' style's can't catch up to Rule niggaz whassup?
Motherfucker
When the gun blows, and the shots fall
When the smoke clears, we'll be right here
Screamin murder (murda!) Know it's murder (murda!)
Murder (fuck y'all!) We'll be right here (you hear?)
When the gun blows (c'mon!) and the shots fall (c'mon!)
When the smoke clears (murda!) we'll be right here (murda!)
Screamin murder (yeah!) Know it's murder (yeah!)
Murder - we'll be right here - cause it's.. MURDER!!!!
Yeah.. yeah..
M'uhfuckers y'all want problems, c'mon, I'm the nigga to give 'em
Niggaz don't want none of the Rule they know how hard I'm hittin
Why should I bother with 'em, when they ain't touchin what I'm doin?
I'm takin this rap game, to levels that's unhuman (c'mon niggaz)
I'm a beast, with animalistic, intentions
And the best of y'all niggaz is honorable mentions
Standin next to I-N-C, niggaz
Y'all fear we, rap's first organized crime family
Sellin more records than dope, these days apparently
Got bitches on both coasts, we don't fuck sporadically
How you gon' handle me? I'm pushin your pill
Crossin 'em over, shoot from the corner, three mill'
I'm the franchise deal that bust hotter than burners
Y'all niggaz want it come and get it
but just know motherfuckers it's - MURDER!!!!
When the gun blows, and the shots fall
When the smoke clears, we'll be right here
Screamin murder - know it's murder
Murder - we'll be right here
When the gun blows, and the shots fall
When the smoke clears, we'll be right here
Screamin murder - know it's murder

[Dave Bing]
The fuck is wrong with y'all niggaz
You think this shit is a game nigga
Like it ain't about murder and cocaine nigga
The fuck is wrong wit y'all
It's Murder Inc nigga
With some Dave Bing shit
Stop gettin it fucked up
Yeah
[Dave Bing]
Yo the first dollar for me
I admit it the block did it
Murder came with it
Nice cars and dime bitches
Hangin out late
Nicknamed the milk-crate
But on a bad note came jail time and jam nines
Can you feel the rhyme, feel a thug trying to shine
On the grind, you better keep your ass in line
Cuz from the get-get-go nigga, say it ain't so nigga
You was watchin me through your window nigga
Doing crimes, selling twenties for dimes
Middle finger in the air screamin fuck one time
As you peep out, don't got the balls to speak out
Scary reach out, scream murder and pull the glock out
Cock it back, then tell your crew to relax
Take a deep breath, now take six to the chest
Ten to the neck, just incase you wearin a vest
And thats the whole sixteen coppin in safeen
[Tah Murdah]
Motherfucker when you see Tah
Bet I'm holdin a fifth and a full clip
At any given moment to flip on some bullshit
Spit it sick, flowin like alien
And I'm way beyond flashin
So if you see crumbs nigga, get to dashin
I mastered the game, accurate aim
Put two in you
Slappin your dame, jump back in the Range
For this hover dough
Rapidly gunnin the floor like a calico
Let it rip, reload, and spit a hundred more
Give you a reason to run, oh, you gung-ho
I hope y'all niggaz really ready cuz my steel is heavy
And feel no petty for those stuffed in a box
Nigga peep it and watch, how the sun glisten on rocks
I pissed on the blocks and hustle for scraps
But now I'm on some click-clack
Keep your eyes on the cash, gimme that
Where they at, y'all niggaz want it
We right here, let me make myself clear
Nigga we can't be touched
The fuck y'all want
[Ronnie Bumps]
From rob men that rob grown men
And be the one hustlin til the one come in
The worst niggaz cock back, and spit for gin
Til the day we win niggaz is gonna fall from wood hall
Thugs who seen it all, this is war
The streets ain't the same no more
Niggaz came to keep the roar but ??? on the floor
Let's explore, whoevers quick on the draw is the law
The fuck you set these rules for
It's the streets
My code is the heat plus we all gotta eat
Take a seat, and watch the streets get runned by thugs
Now stand up, and watch my hustlin niggaz rush the club
Automatic love, fingerprints, clubs b, 38 snubb
Motherfucker, do you know me?
Ronnie Bump with a four-five that won't leave you lonely
My slugs will be your homeys
Pop the glock and make you know me
[Black Child]
I was only fourteen doin my thing
Gettin cream in Jamaica Queens
Niggaz scheme for they dreams
Come clean, if not, you gots to get shot
Give me the ooh-op, and let me hold down the block
Fuck cops, I pump crack rocks on back blocks
Lace shots, at them snitch niggaz, snap box
Black Child couldn't go play with the children
Cuz I was too buisy pumpin up them jums in the buildin
While most kids went to school to maintain
I was in the spot cookin up cocaine
The game got me, at eighteen I got sloppy
Caught a body and shot up his house party
Time to relocate, I better transport my weight
Pick up all my papes and bounce out of state
Catch me in Virginia I ain't gonna never surrender
Unless I'm dead or injured and thats somethin to rememeber nigga
[O1]
Yo it ain't nuthin but murder one
Niggaz holdin they guns and bustin em
My niggaz foul son we spray up the block
And leave bystanders numb and braindumb
Niggaz heard the shots but where they commin from
I squeezed off and hit his bitch up, my aim's off
But fuck it, nigga rob the block for twelve hundred
So I came off, if it's murder you want it's murder I give
Makin it harder for niggaz to live for you and your kids
No question, murder perfection dog
I'm runnin through you and into the Lord I never prayed for
God knows I'm layin for him bustin at the sky
My aim's on him, my man Kurt died the blames on him
You better believe him, killin niggaz dead for this dream
By any means I'm deadin your team, destroyin your dreams
Now hows bout this nigga O goin all out for the dough
Yo I show out, fuck around and get blowed out

JA RULE - Body lyrics
(feat. Ashley Joi)
Oh Oh
Here We Go Now
Shake Your Body Like A Tambourine
Give It To Me Now
You Know
Shake Your Body Like A Tambourine
[Hook:]
Baby It's Your Body Your Body Your Body
Can't Complain
It's The Thing That Make Me Say
Yeah Yeah Yeahhh
Baby It's Your Body Your Body
(My Body Body)
Your Body (My Body Body)
That Got Us Goin Crayayzy...
[Verse 1: Ja Rule (Ashley Joi)]
Shawty Got A History
(A Sexy Freak You Know)
Keep Em Trickin Then She Send Em
(Tipin' Then They Gone.)
Ridin Round At 3 Am
(Im Making That Phone Call)
Even Though I'm Far I'm Coming.
(Baby I'll Be Right Over.)
[Ja Rule:]
Yess Im Feelin Myself
Especially Right Now
Your Doors Will Lift Up
The Top Will Come Down
You Dat New Car Im Drivin Now
Baby Youz A Rida Let Me Pull Up Beside Ya
But I Aint Trynna Get Put Out
Im Juss Really Trynna Put It In Your Mouth
To See Wut It Do Baby Wuts It About
Im Hearin You Be Turnin Them All Out
[Hook:]
Baby It's Your Body Your Body Your Body
Can't Complain
It's The Thing That Make Me Say
Yeah Yeah Yeahhh
Baby It's Your Body Your Body
(My Body Body)
Your Body (My Body Body)
That Got Us Goin Crayayzy...
[Verse 2: Ja Rule]
Back And Forth And Forth And Back Baby
She Like Hit It From The Back I'll Ride You Later
And We Was Only In The Elevator
Hope Her Mind Was Right Cause The Look Was Major.
When Women Don't Wanna Cum I Make Em, Begg Em
Make Em Feel Like I'm Doin Them A Favor
Give Em An Ultimatum
Cause Rule Ain't No Essay
I'm Horrible Like West Craven
If U A Hoe I Can't Save Ya
What I Can Do For It Goes
Without Sayin Not Sayin
I Want Us To Be Naked Baby
I Don't Want You To Think That I'm Ungrateful Baby
Especially When You Work That Twork That Body
For Me In The Club And All Eyes Is On Ya
We Don't Need To Talk Money Cause My Eyes Is On It
Besides Baby You Know What I Want.
[Hook:]
Baby It's Your Body Your Body Your Body
Can't Complain
It's The Thing That Make Me Say
Yeah Yeah Yeahhh
Baby It's Your Body Your Body
(My Body Body)
Your Body (My Body Body)
That Got Us Goin Crayayzy...
[Verse 3: Ja Rule (Ashley Joi)]
Girl I Got A History
(Of Taking Women Home)
Sleepin With Em Then I Kick Em
(Out Chick Its Time To Go)
Riding Round 6 Am An (I'm Tryna Sleep It Off)
Cause I'm Ridin And It's Too Early
(Too Early In The Morning...)
[Ja Rule:]
I Gotta Get Get Get Up
Get Dressed So Fresh So Fly
Im Only Here For The Night
Baby Tomorrows L.A Next Weeks Mia
Round The World And Back Again
It's Me (Me) Love The Way I Hit It
Reminsicin About It
Baby Sky's The Limit
Give Me The Motion
To Get In Where I Fit In
We Ain't Fucked In A Good Minute
[Hook: x2]
Baby It's Your Body Your Body Your Body
Can't Complain
It's The Thing That Make Me Say
Yeah Yeah Yeahhh
Baby It's Your Body Your Body
(My Body Body)
Your Body (My Body Body)
That Got Us Goin Crayayzy...
[Ashley:] My Body [x8]
[Ja Rule:] Baby It's Your Body
[Ashley:] My Body [x8]

black vodka body so proper i love the way she's on top of me black
vodka body so proper i love the way she's on top of me she better come
straight with no chaser cause im tryin in this motherfucker ill chase her
and she the only one i got a taste for all drinks is on me, i could taste
her cause i know that you see me through the glass so cool the dope
boy, they call me ice cube you always go down so smooth i think i'll
have a double of you, black vodka came with kahlua and vermuth i
guess its the three of ya, this is how i see you a couple more will make
look more like shakira a few shots of tequila might kill you or its more
than likely to get your mind blown feel, more importantly you feel love
if not, nigga you aint had enough of, black vodka body so proper i love
the way she's on top of me black vodka body so proper i love the way
she's on top of me i very rarely drinking on a weekday but this was the
day after tuesday, hump day so i became exception to the rule got
cocktails for two its really all for you, ugly like a hangover had a fuck
and get drunk and call my ex over she will remain sober but have you
ever seen a bitch with her clothes on turn the lights off lit up some
candles she was the oj, i was the smirnoff cancel, it's like the show's
over house lights off, everybody go home cause too much of petroleum
might kill you but its more than likely to get your mind blown feel,
more importantly you feel love if not nigga you aint had enough of
black vodka body so proper i love the way she's on top of me black
vodka body so proper i love the way she is on top of me pretty brown
eyes, beautiful lips dark complexion like licorice i run my finger around
the edge of the rib from a shot glass, body's an hourglass it's
summertime, still got class still the best shot a nigger ever do that it's
time to get me drunk fast come on ship me down, butterfly effect you
so fly, i'm so high, so high i can't lie no matter how bad i want you you
ain't ever gonna feel like the first time too much tequila might kill you
but it's more than likely to get your mind blown feel, more importantly
you feel love if not nigga you aint had enough of black vodka body so
proper i love the way she is on top of me black vodka body so proper i

Black Child
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
You know me, y'all dont know me?
Let me tell you a lil' something about me
How I came up
Where I came from
Ahhight?
This is how it all set it off...like this
[Black Child]
I was the black baby that got opened off a black three-eighty
This black lady, in a black Mercedes
Pulled out on this black man, in the black land
He used to sell white rocks, and black cops used to riff
White cops ain't say shit, on the day shift they sniffed
I was a little nigga, with little niggas that like to steal
Then blew up to bigger niggas, that love to kill
Rock Hilfiger sheilds and vests laced in our 'getts
A bounce in the bubble bullet proof G.S.
Of the Ac' NSX with a mack ten express
Or my Q-4-5 with two new four-fifths
I'm into cars and guns I keep a gun in my whip
Nigga, me without my gat is like being in a blue Benz
Infront'a thousand bloods with mac tens
Or a red rose infront'a thousand crips with Calico's
And lord knows, we lust hoes
Chours: Black Child
I dont give a fuck if you white of black
If you bust your gat, I can relate to that
If you sell coke or crack I relate to that
If you do sticks and stacks I can relate to that
I dont give a fuck if you white of black
If you bust your gat, I can relate to that
If you sell coke or crack I relate to that
When its yo' turn to blow there ain't no turning back
[Black Child]
It seem like in anotha lifetime I used to sniff white lines
Commit white collar crimes, and hit white dollar dimes
This one white bitch in the white Benz used to fuck white men
And like to sniff white heroin, I sold china white crack back then
As I was writin this rhyme on white paper with a black pen
I started wonderin how life woulda been
If a nigga like me was born with white skin
I wouldn't have got knocked by the white cops with the white rocks
Coming through in the new blue drop
I be able to floss white gold, and toss white hoes
Shittin in the white Rolls Royce
Hittin a caucasian chickens that sing with a black girls voice
But I love being black, a thug bustin my mack
I know if I was white I wouldnt like that
Or love my gat, or play the clubs where the dubs at
But truthfully you could be blue to me
As long as your cream is green that beautifully
Exclusively, its me and Irv Gotti
And Murder I-N-C here to body everybody
Chorus
[Black Child]
(A MURDA'RA) always got a plan
(A BITCH NIGGA) is a poor excuse for a man
Playas play to win and learn to listen, and listen to learn
(A LAME NIGGA) await his turn to talk
And won't catch ?near jewels? that need to be caught
Niggas know shit thats difficult is possible
A playa pull out and put ya ass in the hospital
For thinkin the possible is impossible
This is ghetto gospel, we gotta politic
Riot quick, pull out the guns and body shit
I don't give a fuck who you go and get
Its Black Child motherfucka, who you fuckin with?
Its MURDAAAA

[Chorus:]
We got M-1's, 32s, 45's, streetsweepers
throw your guns up 21 gunz solute,
niggas is soldiers, ready to die recruits,
We got 40 cals, 44s, dilingers, 22s
throw your guns up 21 gunz solute
cos your nobody 'till somebody kills you
[Ja Rule:]
Nigga you walk around like you got an S on your chest,
but wear a vest like a condom in the city of sex and violence
problems, get me aroused niggas is foregone,
why lloyd banks got gay lovers like star jones?
why young buck got stuck for all them fake stones?
and why the hood is screamin G-units homos?
now i aint sayin yall no gay niggas, but shit -
yall aint actin like no straight niggas!
cos now this bitch fifty snitchin again,
im throwin shots to the wind - cos me and gotti, see we dippin again
cos never have two men, owe so much to so many
and im so glad, im so patient, with enemies
if revenge is the sweetest joy next to gettin pussy,
then killin a pussy nigga is sweeter than bustin in ya -
and bustin out more shots i'll do, cos your nobody,
'till i find you and kill you!
[Chorus:]
We got M-1's, 32s, 45's, streetsweepers
throw your guns up 21 gunz solute,
niggas is soldiers, ready to die recruits,
We got 40 cals, 44s, dilingers, 22s
throw your guns up 21 gunz solute
cos your nobody 'till somebody kills you
[Young Merc:]
Word on the streets, these niggas ridin around wth the FEDS,
like i dont still ride with one in the hand,
like i wont have one of my young'ns hop out broad day with the spread,
that 'K hit - banks fuck around and lose a leg,
and yayo slumped in the hospital bed, eatin through IVs,
with a machine helpin him breath, its I-N-C
and i dont hate, niggas hate on me
more money more problems like B-I-G (Baby Baby)
im in the hood homie, thats where you can find me
where we got O's for sale not to mention a D
got fiends on lard, nigga i go hard -
14 i was movin that white on my front yard
see im far from a nigga thats just in the booth spittin it
nigga im still livin it, try me ill empty it
Im still dirty nigga, low in the rover, no hoster -
Rule give me the word, its over.
[Chorus]
[Caddillac Tah:]
I got a 'massacre' in the cut waitin to happen,
4 bitch niggas a bitch, put em in a ditch, dirt nap em,
then purse snatch em, chain thief, turn killer, the zoo keeper
with tranquilizers for the gorillas, nigga, get your banana peeled quick
when them hammers spit, slip, get hit and watch the blood drip
and soak your g-unit skee coat, and we on the speed boat,
with bottles and smooth models that deep throat,
weed smoke in the air, literally in the lair, jet - we blowin down
O-G cush by the pound, now, got a 'K with a clear clip
that hold 100 rounds, and its nothing for me trunk it -
and come visit your town
[Ja Rule:]
Cos on legal grounds, the incs been aquited,
but you know the hood is screamin we got away with it
cos 50 is see-through, and nigga i see you
lookin like a homo on the cover of GQ,
Ascot in the air, literally in the air
who dat Tyson Beckford was hittin from the rear?
your moms was queer/lesbian/gay

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 me been born in together
Inseprable you choose pain over pleasure
For that you'll forever be part of me
Mind, body and soul ain't no I in we baby
When you cry who wipes your tears?
When your scared you's tellin you?
There's nothin to fear
Girl I'll always be there
When you need a shoulder to lean on never hesitate
Knowin you can always call on your soul mate
And vise versa and that's why I'll always be the first to
See ya come and frost your wrist up
Now you owe me one
I know your tired of bein lonely
So baby gurl put it on me
CHROUS:
Where would I be without you
I only think about you
I know your tired of bein lonely
So baby gurl put it on me
I apreciate the roks and gifts that you cop me baby
And the house on the hill where you droped like 80
On the down payment
Thinkin damn ain't life gravy
And ever since for my honey I've been twice the lady
What would I do without the nights that you kept me warm
When it's cold rule had a gurl
Cought in the storm
And accept who you with
When you caught in the wrong
And respect when you flip
Cause our love is strong
And when you hit the block i'll watch for 10/4
And when my pops is asleep
Just snook in the back door
Baby bo we been down since jr. high
So when life get hot as july
It's the world against you and I
We ballin tight together
And never part 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
CHROUS
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 gona cry
If you leave me lonely
Cus you not just my love you my homie
Who's gonna consoul 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 gurl
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 need a lady
I feel you baby gurl them eyes ain't lie
Wash away all the tears
There be no more cryin baby
And you complete me and
I would die if you ain't with me
So baby gurl put it on me

Fat Joe:
Put the fuckin' mic on
Mic is on
Joe Crack the Don uh
Yeah, Yeah, Y'All
Irv Gotti
Ashanti:
What's love?
Fat Joe:
Ashanti, Terror, Terror Squad
It should be about us
Be about trust
Chorus: Ashanti (Ja Rule) {Fat Joe}
What's love? (Got to do, got to do with it babe) {Yeah, Yeah, Y'All}
What's love?
It's about us {It's about us}
It's about trust babe {Be about trust}
What's love? (Got to do, got to do with it babe) {Yeah, Yeah, Uh}
What's love?
It should be about us {It should be about us}
It should be about trust babe {Be about trust}
What's love?
Verse 1: Fat Joe
Yeah, yeah, uh, uh, woo, yeah, slow down baby
Let you know from the gate I don't go down lady
I wanna chick with thick hips
That licks her lips
She can be the office type or like to strip
Girl you get me aroused how you look in my eye
But you talk to much man your ruinin' my high
Don't wanna lose the feelin'
Cause the roof is chillin'
It's on fire & you lookin'
Good for the gettin'
I'm rida
Other in a hoodie or a linner I'ma provider
You should see the jewelery on my women
& I'm livin' it up
The squad stay feelin' the truck
With Chicks that's willin' to triz with us uh
You say you gotta man & your in love
But what's love
Gotta do with a little menage
After the party
Just me & you
Could just slide for a few
& she could come too
That's love!
Chorus
Verse 2: Fat Joe
Yeah, uh, yeah, yo, mommy, I know you got issues
You gotta man
But you need to understand
That you got something with you
Ass is fat, frame is little
Tattoo in your chest with his name in the middle
Uh, I'm not a hater I just crush a lot
& the way you shake your booty I don't want you to stop
You Need to come a little closer (You need to come a little closer)
& let me put you under my arm like a Don is supposed ta (Like a Don is supposed
Please believe
You leave with me
We'd be freakin' all night like we was on E
You need to trust the god & jump in the car
For a little hard 8 at the Taj Mahal
What's love?
Chorus
Verse 3: Fat Joe, Ashanti
Yeah, uh, yo, I stroll in the club with my hat down
Michael Jack style
Hot 7 who the mack now?
Not my fault cause they love the kid
Might be the chain or the whip
I don't know what it is
We just party & bullshit
Come on mommy put your body in motion
You gotta nigga open
You came here with the heart to cheat
So you need to sing the song with me
All my ladies come on
Ashanti (Fat Joe)
When I look in your eyes there's no stopin' me
I want the Don Joey Crack on top of me (Uh-huh)
Don't want your stacks (Yeah)
Just break my back(Uh)
Gonna cut you no slack (Whoo)
Cause I'm on it like that (Uh, Come On)
Come on (Yeah, Yeah, Y'All) & put it (Yeah, Yeah, Y'All) on me (Put it on ya
Girl) on me (I'm put it on ya Girl)

[Swizz]
Aowwwwwwww
Uh-huh it's on fire tonight
We are ready to rock this
We got Metallica, Ja Rule
Swizz Beatz the mon-ster
[Ja Rule: repeat 2X]
Just when you thought it was over
Just when you thought it was done
Just when you thought it was safe
Man we did it did it did it again
[Ja Rule]
Love fast cars, fast cars
Cause I'm a rock star baby, born in the U.S.A.
I'ma hit the highway on my Harley doin about 30
Slow it down takin it easy
Any woman that wont please me I'll give her up
Anything the rule touch give it up
And I know y'all are sayin man
They did it did it again
[Metallica]
More than this
Never more your whippin boy
[Ja Rule]
Yeahhhhhh
We did it again
Let's go
[Ja Rule]
Hell Yeahhhhhh
We did it again
Let's go
[Ja Rule: repeat 2X]
Just when you thought it was over
Just when you thought it was done
Just when you thought it was safe
Man we did it did it did it again
[Ja Rule]
Who loves a little rock, and, roll
Mixed with a little hip, hop, soul (we do!)
Come on rock steady, keep your rockers heavy
And say we did it did it again
Believe in the air ya breathin
Have a bad work we wanna freak ya weekend
No matter what ya spend cause ya livin it up
And damn if we don't do it again
Come on in baby bring some friends
We havin a party tonight
I'll bring the juice and gin you bring the Henn
Swizz we did it did it again
[Metallica]
More than this
Never more your whippin boy
[Ja Rule]
Yeahhhhhh
We did it again
Let's go screeeammm
[Metallica]
More than this
Never more your whippin boy
[Ja Rule]
Hell yeahhhhhh
We did it again
Let's go screeeammm
Let's go
[Ja Rule: repeat 2X]
Just when you thought it was over
Just when you thought it was done
Just when you thought it was safe
Man we did it did it did it again
[Metallica]
Rip, that, smile, right, off your face!
(ab libbing 1st and 2nd verse)
[Metallica]
More than this
Never more your whippin boy
[Ja Rule]
Yeahhhhhh
We did it again
Let's go screeeammm
[Metallica]
More than this
Never more your whippin boy
[Ja Rule: repeat 2X]
Just when you thought it was over
Just when you thought it was done
Just when you thought it was safe
Man we did it did it did it again
[Outro]
Yeah we out
What y'all know about that
(Rip, that, smile, right, off your face!)
Rule baby, Metallica, Swizz
What ya want with this
I'm not kidding
Come on yo, yeah, it's on and poppin
You know we did it again
Uhhh Rule baby, Metallica, uh uh

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

[Vita]
Who that bitch be, bitch be?
Vita, Vita, Vita
Vita, Vita, Vita
Who that bitch be, bitch be?
Vita, Vita, Vita
Vita, Vita, Vita
Who that bitch be, bitch be?
[Ja Rule]
Niggas know the name
Bitches know the name
V-I-T-A
Hoes stay in lane
[Vita]
Just in case you didn't know
Vita be that feisty chick
Not really impressed with ice and shit
See I'm more concerned with dough
How to stack it and let it grow
Picture me in a custom drop five double O
Y'all don't know
I spit it sick like Lupus
Each bar making it hard for you to dupe this
And the truth is I'm nothing nice
Late night on the corner with my thugs throwing the dice
This is for my, slick cats moving some 'vest
And all of my bitches who's stripping trying to pay for some messes
Don't get discouraged get your dough mama
You better know I'mma milk this game until I'm filthy
See how I'm built G
Genuine dime one of a kind
So what you selling I ain't buying
So nigga, stop trying
Straight out the gate, five hundred thou in one week
Making it hard for you broads to eat
[Vita]
Who that bitch be, bitch be?
Vita, Vita, Vita
Vita, Vita, Vita
Who that bitch be, bitch be?
Vita, Vita, Vita
Vita, Vita, Vita
Who that bitch be, bitch be?
[Tah Murdah]
Niggas know the name
Bitches know the name
V-I-T-A
Way ahead of the game nigga
[Vita]
You like it? Want it?
Get it got it and flaunt it
Vivid and hotter than a lot of broads they timid
If you hearing that hot shit
Then you know that I spitted
And bitches you shitted on
Then you know that I shitted
I never been the type to like to hound no nigga
My world don't revolve around no nigga
See I don't put it down for niggas
Cock and bust rounds for niggas
And took pies out of town on Greyhound for niggas
It's Vita, diva mami you find me in a two-seater
Leaning low for the Jersey Turnpike blowing drogue
Balling like Rebecca Lobos
Spitting this fire so you birds will burn
What it's gone take for y'all to learn?
That you broads got fat while I starved it's my turn
It won't stop until well over a billion is burned
Straight out the gate, five hundred thou in one week
Making it hard for you broads to eat
[Vita]
Who that bitch be, bitch be?
Vita, Vita, Vita
Vita, Vita, Vita
Who that bitch be, bitch be?
Vita, Vita, Vita
Vita, Vita, Vita
Who that bitch be, bitch be?
[Black Child]
Niggas know the name
Bitches know the name
V-I-T-A
And ain't shit gone change
[Vita]
Now all my bitches is you with me?
[Tah Murdah]
We get it on, uh and sip Don, if the Cris is gone
[Black Child]
And all my niggas is y'all wit me?
[JA Rule]
Uh, holding the block down
And all of my thugs
Up north on lock down
[Vita]
Yeah miss lady and at times I'm shady
And I prefer half on some chips
Instead of half on a baby
Don't get it twisted
I love the youth
And got love for all of my mamis
That's gone stand behind me it's our world
We shine like diamonds and pearls
And I confess I'm one of the best
Coming straight out the gate
Scanning five hundred thou in one week
Making it hard for you broads to eat
[Vita]
Who that bitch be, bitch be?
Vita, Vita, Vita
Vita, Vita, Vita
Who that bitch be, bitch be?
Vita, Vita, Vita
Vita, Vita, Vita

this sky has a limit you're willing no wear it
i won't never stop let's take it to the time baby
i ain't going nowhere ‘cause ..nobody like you, no way
i don't want you to take me there, take me there,
take me there, take me there, take me there, take me there.
yeah, fly with me ‘cause everything is flying,
my oh high, could can get any proud yeah
..yeah one piece body like a ..
small lips, ..hips in the whole lot of ass
..on the beach this is ain't place here,
this is stay mine, i see you getting coffee
why don't you stay a while, work on a rule ya,
baby go yeah, it's taking down to ..
why don't you do some shots, and watch the sun go down
from the dick and you got
i wanna hit the spot you see just .. tomorrow cross the ..shouldn't ..
chorus:
there's no other place i'd rather be,
and i don't wanna ever leave,
it feels just like my life it's supposed to be
between you and me.
please don't wake me up, i'm dreaming,
i don't wanna come back to reality,
it feels just like my life it's supposed to be
between you and me.
when you wake up with no hangles
have bunch of ..start your day ..
or watch your sad man ..
i take a to be lazy, no
and that's fine y home is real 'cause she .. real gracious
i don't just play i create for myself, i wanna play for myself
.. these niggas position for probably
i wanna .. myself and you're all welcome.
chorus:
there's no other place i'd rather be,
and i don't wanna ever leave,
it feels just like my life it's supposed to be
between you and me.
please don't wake me up, i'm dreaming,
i don't wanna come back to reality,
it feels just like my life it's supposed to be
between you and me.
i need you b*tch here but i ain't playin' fair
‘cause i'm sitting near fifteen passengers
said you can bring your friend,
baby let's be clear i keep my pocket filled
so let the ..i can let you live to sooner ..that's some deep shit
such a big girl and only .. steps
my nigga i'm getting high ..on a beach
this nigga stink must go.
[chorus]
there's no other place i'd rather be,
there ..happen like ..yeah, yeah, yeahhh
the sky has a limit, has a limit,

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

Ja Rule, yeah
Irv Gotti, uh, huh
Big Rob, haha
It's how we do it
Yeah, it's my life
What's the matter with your life?
Everything from the evils to price, from the guns to mic
I'm livin' my life runnin' through hell with no wife
It's a sin, but I tell my lost soul to win
Go to bed and die, then wake up breathin' again
Cuz I'm all in even though shit ain't right
I wake up, sweating my life every night
Tell me, is you the devil that gon' get me?
Or is God don't feel like bein' bothered with?
So hard to hit me, but this life I sacrifice
Fuck chrome lines in the dark, my daughter gon' see the light
If I die young it's cuz a nigga too high strung
Got a scary love for guns but too much weed in my lungs
Still niggaz screamin' Ja's the one
Chosen like God's only begotten son
It's my life
Thug life, everybody needs a friend
Thug life, we all got a space to fill
Thug life, everybody wanna be on top
Life, it ain't that funky
Yes he's got that dropping
Tell me, what's the matter with your bitch?
Baby, I don't respect shit, with diamonds and live reckless
Pushing the six, top speed, getting my dick licked
I'm childish, one of a kind, one of my own
I'm about to take these freak hoes to levels unknown
Touch a little, later on, fuck a little
The more resist the better, I'm in it for whatever
Feel me, I don't need weed to get high
Some good head make a nigga kiss the sky
No lie, but if she ain't right, turn the lights off
Put her on her stomach and fuck her 'til ya dick soft
The rules to the streets, love
I met you kinda drunk with a light buzz
I respect it cuz niggaz ain't shit, you right
Cuz every bitch need a lil' dick in they life
I betcha
Thug life, everybody needs a friend
Thug life, we all got a space to fill
Thug life, everybody wanna be on top
Life, it ain't that funky
Yes he's got that dropping
Tell me, what's he puttin' in your mouth?
Nigga, ain't nuttin' goin' in need that's trail
But how told y'all 'bout how we gettin' it now
40-inch screen nigga, rocks gleam, nigga
You a customer, and I love a fiend, nigga
Cuz just like the coke, cook up and come back
I load up the gat, tell niggaz to hold hat
Help me, what I do is a stick of genius
I study the eyes of niggaz who done seen this
Learn to lean on the mean, yeah
Coverin' my ground, paying attention to the cracks in the cement
It's on now cuz I got my vision together
What y'all thought? I was gon crawl blind forever?
It's now or never, curupt thoughts 'til I die
When you talk to me, motherfucker, please look in my eyes

Uh, uh, yeah, gangsta shit
Takin my word, y'all want this
They don't want none of me
They don't want none of me
Yeah, please believe it
Rule baby, unquestionable
Uh, uh, but you know that
Heck, I know that
Uh, ha, yeah, uh
What has this world come to
When a nigga like me could be perceived the American Dream
Life aint always what it seems, my younguns
Please believe strugglin, always provokes the hustlin
To that we accustomed
You get acquainted with everybody throughout the hood
Still don't trust 'em
Trust is a serious thing
Most niggas don't trust nobody they aint know since sixteen
Does that mean the devil is in us, of course
Who you think is holdin us up to fall short
Touch but don't taste, taste but don't swallow
And these are the rules that we 'posed to follow
People pray for eternity, never see tomorrow
They just, wishin the Lord would take 'em away from the horror that
I'm currently, bringin, y'all motherfuckers gonna hafta
Murder me, swingin bud, I won't die
Hear what I'm sayin, y'all niggas better start sayin prayers
Cuz a nigga wit no cares, is finally here
Say what I want, when I want, fuck police
Cuz my gangsta niggas know we own the streets
With the wind beneath my wings, ground under my feet
I'm the black rose nigga that grew from concrete
It's the Rule, get it right, or get it real hot
A whole lotta shots sent flying through your block
The one I need, and, oh, before I leave
Does anybody else feel they don't wanna breathe
Been menacing this society since conceived
And nigga you know cold hearts don't bleed
Still they, pray for eternity, never seein tomorrow
They just, wishin the Lord would take 'em away from the horror that
I'm currently, bringin, y'all motherfuckers gonna hafta

There's no me
In the beginnin, it was me (blastin) Nas (I'm blastin)
I stood alone (Ashanti) but now
Don't you know that I will never leave
Murder Inc. y'all
It's MURAHHHHHHHH! Nigga, HA HA!
It's over now; y'all know that right? (Irv Gotti!)
Ill Will baby
It's Murdah, for life
My enemies want sorta the same respect I was born with
Godson, tatted on my chest it's permanent
The rap Albert Anastasia; you cowards
Y'all want the crown from the black power man of Asia
Snap out your dreams and prayers of takin a king's paper
Ask another rapper how it feels to lose his whole gangsta
(How it feel?) Youse a no namesta - ya little mans is no threat
You make me upset I might stank ya (blastin)
Inc. is the Murdah, Ill Will merger let my cash
make sex with yo' cash, it can't hurt us
Phones ringing off the hook, Bush and Bloomberg callin me constant
Streets wanna know the cause of that gossip
Nas is lord of the projects 'til the coffins drop
in the ocean like a Amistad slave overboat when
It's a new day ya should be scared I'm back with Stoute
Southside, Queensbridge, the hood's in here
There's no me (uh talk to me) without you (There's no me y'all)
I can't be (I.N.C.) without you (Ill Will now)
Don't you know that I will never leave (talk to me now)
Leave you (It's no me y'all)
All I need (I.N.C.) need is you
There's no me
Yeah - you talk to these niggaz Gotti
B-b-b-blastin! I'm blastin..
Whattup Suge?
It's Murdah!
And lord knows I'll, DIEEE, I pledge allegience to homicide
And murdah be the case when I kill 'em
Whyyy, would they get a nigga like me started
I'm regarded the hardest workin artist since 'Pac - NIGGAZ!
And I ain't talkin if I'm liked or better
I'm talkin if he was here we'd probably ride together
On this chick ass nigga with curls, bitch dog!
Get at me dog - Rule nigga the boss
You always been a punk now ain't it a pity
That you runnin to I.G., dyin to be me
But I pledge, I.N.C. and for the love
I'll bleed it in blood and die from hot slugs - motherfuckers
Murdah I.N.C. - you know that I can't see myself
livin without you, bein without you, breathin without you baby
What you done to me - you know that I can't see myself
livin without you, bein without you, breathin without you baby
I shall not fear no man but God
Though I walk through the valley of death
If I should die before I wake..
It's Murdah!!!!

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
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!
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
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

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
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

[Intro]
Love thy hater
You know they say everything we hear is an opinion not fact
And everything we see is perspective not truth
The fewer the facts the stronger the opinions
And opinion is the medium between knowledge and ignorance, b-tch
[Verse 1]
I’m hoping in heaven got a ghetto
So when I get there I can tell you to smile whole hearted
I’m back where I started
I’m prisoner of my own success
But hardly caring enough to know that I’m dead without it
No cribs, no cars, no champagne
No bright lights, no b-tches, no big stage
But f-ck it I’m in a better place
And I’m talking in third person in case you couldn’t relate
Diary of a monster
Sometimes my mind fades to a place not even I can explain
Cause theres a thin line between genius and insane
Guess which one I am, I think it’s obvious that
[Chorus]
They spun a web for me
They spun a web for me
They spun a web for me
[Verse 2]
Yeah, And I say that to say this
Man if life is a b-tch I’m gon f-ck her then tell her that I love her
Not beneath her or above her but inside no rubber
Thats my interpretation of mutherf-cker
No lie, no truth my life is a little bit of both
Who’s who, who knows anymore
My choice is to get it in real moist so I can come hard
And the world is ours, better yet b--ch mines
Shot at the moon just to be among stars
Then God alienated it and ended up on mars
Serenity understand it extraterrestrial that I is
Think I do it all because it’s obvious
[Chorus]
They spun a web for me
They spun a web for me
They spun a web for me
[Verse 3]
Yeah, uh huh
Let me, I’m seeing my whole life ahead of me
And I’m feeling like this life can never be (naaah)
Cause a n--ga on a whole nother pedigree
I’m so far from home it feels like a million miles
And I’m long gone and ain’t no coming back
But really I never left
I’ve been silent yet at my the best
Ya’ll haters spread hatred like ?
And I still find ways to make crochet hearts
Like Kanye my 8082s is heartbreakers
Maybe me singing to your heats a mistake
Nah, Maybe I’m just before my time
Or maybe it’s just that obvious
[Chorus]
They spun a web for me
They spun a web for me

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)
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
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
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

I represent Gangsta Shit
Niggaz that spent time on the brick for keys on the strip
Loadin my clips, givin ass niggaz the shits
Life's a bitch, gotta murda to get rich
And infamous, that's when the game gets deep
Gotta re-up, cop heat and hit the streets
Now the feds is buggin me, D.T. straight fucking me
The whole operation shook, bitches ain't loving me
No more, see, I gotta make a switch
Should I lay low or run wild and stick shit
Ran up a team, that's striclty dedicated to cream
It's time to go outta town and wash niggaz clean
For everything they got, leave nothing to spare
But the shells on the ground when that ass is shot
And once again it's hot, but this time there's a snitch
Thought he was dead when he got hit in state Mich.
Turn states to evidence, we on the run
Reprisentin all illegal drugs and guns
Where all my gangsta niggaz at?
Supply the town with coke and Hen(Hennesey) and cuban contacts
We keep them coming back, plus the one's that copped crack
Raw cut, overdose off the feedback, alone
Intoxicated from the Cognac, charge that Al Capone suite to Ammex
Valley to Lex, that black hand is on deck
We rollin in, peelin notes off of G stacks, We Murderaz
This fuckin life's got me feeling like a lefty
It's aight, I'll go hard, make sure this world don't forget me
It's like my game's virtual, based on reality
I'm speeding like a bullet at high velocity
You think you stopping me, I think not
Ain't too many who known to do it properly
I'm likely to get so high like Tony be, toasted bein free
And trip out occasionaly, you know
Cause it ain't nothing for me to touch you
But for you to touch Ja, yet to been proved, I'm still breathing
Current age, those dopes wanna live, gotta get paid to do so
The average mind can't elevate and grow, calculate the dough
Analyze and invest where it's profitable, marketable
Billboards hot shot debut
Ja Rule Unstopable
Where all my gangsta niggaz at?
Supply the town with coke and Hen(Hennesey) and cuban contacts
We keep them coming back, plus the one's that copped crack
Raw cut, overdose off the feedback, alone
Intoxicated from the Cognac, charge that Al Capone suite to Ammex
Valley to Lex, that black hand is on deck
We rollin in, peelin notes off of G stacks, We Murderaz
Fear, that is my logic, the suit's made a composite sketch of this object
Blazing throught the projects, E.S. Lex coach edit, new shit
Got a nice connect, 12, five the brick, Heading o.t.
With this chick who like to slay, drink baby, snort coke and weed
Half Trinidadian and Vietnamese
She made a habit of calling a nigga daddy
Would die for me gladly, feloniously, I taught her well
Took her heavenly body and showed it hell
I made a lot of dought with her, she was my top nigga
Knew the rules to the game but painted her own picture
She wanted everything black and white
Never paying attention to the gray areas in life
Stayed up half the night, wondering is my dough all right
Is she high on the job, or maybe she's getting robbed
Quick picked up the mac milli, ready to get involved
Cause my .44 revolves around this
Fucking with Black Gang, all you get is hot lead
Muthafuckaz, cause you know that shit
Where all my gangsta niggaz at?
Supply the town with coke and Hen(Hennesey) and cuban contacts
We keep them coming back, plus the one's that copped crack
Raw cut, overdose off the feedback, alone
Intoxicated from the Cognac, charge that Al Capone suite to Ammex
Valley to Lex, that black hand is on deck
We rollin in, peelin notes off of G stacks, We Live It
Where all my gangsta niggaz at?
Supply the town with coke and Hen(Hennesey) and cuban contacts
We keep them coming back, plus the one's that copped crack
Raw cut, overdose off the feedback, alone
Intoxicated from the Cognac, charge that Al Capone suite to Ammex
Valley to Lex, that black hand is on deck

Heh, yeah
Rule baby, heh
Mary J. Blige
Murda INC, smile
It's just those rainy dayz
Spend a lifetime tryin' to wash away
Until the sun comes out and shines again
Smile for me, smile for me
All of those rainy dayz
Spend your lifetime tryin' to wash away
Until the sun shines and I see your face
Smile at me, smile at me
We were always livin' so crazy and sexy and cool
And we began to love it
Watchin' all of the heartache and pain of the world
And thinkin' nothin' of it
And baby I got love for you
And I know that you got me, baby
But every time the sun shines bright
It gets so cloudy
It's just those rainy dayz
Spend a lifetime tryin' to wash away
Until the sun comes out and shines again
Smile for me, smile for me
All of those rainy dayz
Spend your lifetime tryin' to wash away
Until the sun shines and I see your face
Smile at me, smile at me
Nobody loves the rain, can't stand it
It always seems to fall, baby, handle it
Baby, what did we tell you before
About chasin' those waterfalls? Yeah
Nobody loves the rain, can't stand it
It always seems to fall, baby, handle it
Baby, what did we tell you before
About chasin' those waterfalls? Yeah
Yeah baby, sometimes the Rule don't mind the rain
It kinda feels like I'm drownin' in the Lord's pain
Until the sun comes out and shines again
Smile, give me reason to keep believin' that everything ain't misleadin'
And I kiss the clouds on the rainy days
And, smile for you when the skys are gray
Babe, 'cause 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
It's just those rainy dayz
Spend a lifetime tryin' to wash away
Until the sun comes out and shines again
Smile for me, smile for me
All of those rainy dayz
Spend your lifetime tryin' to wash away
Until the sun shines and I see your face
Smile at me, smile at me
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
'Cause nobody loves the rain, can't stand it
It always seems to fall, baby, handle it
Baby, what did we tell you before
About chasin' those waterfalls? Yeah
Nobody loves the rain, can't stand it
It always seems to fall, baby, handle it
Baby, what did we tell you before
About chasin' those waterfalls? Yeah
It's just those rainy dayz
Spend a lifetime tryin' to wash away
Until the sun comes out and shines again
Smile for me, smile for me
All of those rainy dayz
Spend your lifetime tryin' to wash away
Until the sun shines and I see your face
Smile at me, smile at me
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

Yeah (yeah)...Yeah (yeah)..
You Know (you know)...Lets (lets)...Go (go)...
Yeah (yeah)...Yeah...WHUTS MY NAME?!
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.
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?!
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

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
Yeah, you feelin hot tonight well look it here playboy we could go outside
HUH, you feelin hot tonight well look it here lil' mama we could go outside
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
Yeah, you feelin hot tonight
well look it here playboy we could go outside
HUH, you feelin hot tonight

[x2]
It's plain to see
You can't change me
Cause I'm a be a nigga for life
Chorus:
For life we gonna be niggas
Fuck the world it's yours my niggas
Load the nine and blaze my niggas
Yeah, cause I'm a nigga for life
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
[x2]
For life we gonna be niggas
Fuck the world it's yours my niggas
Load the nine and blaze my niggas
Yeah, cause I'm a nigga for life
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
[x2]
It's plain to see
You can't change me
Cause I'm a be a nigga for life
For life we gonna be niggas
Fuck the world it's yours my niggas
Load the nine and blaze my niggas
Yeah, cause I'm a nigga for life
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
[x2]
For life we gonna be niggas
Fuck the world it's yours my niggas
Load the nine and blaze my niggas

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)
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
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)
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
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)
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 (New York)
And you can tell the way the homie spit, cause nigga I'm from new york!
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..

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
'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
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
It keeps callin, it keeps callin, it keeps callin

I feel the rain comin down on me nigga, heh
When the sun gon' shine?
My lord, somebody help us all, heheh
I think the reign is calling murder
I think the reign is calling murder
I think the reign is calling murder
I think the reign is calling murder
Ja Rule baby!
Last Temptation, time to kill these niggaz
Dear Lord, can you, feel my pain
If you can't it's alright, cause I'ma live my life anyway
Just let, it, rain - on me
I feel, so free like a, cool breeze
And when the sun, gon', shine
Fold up the mini-blinds, load up the lucky 9
And hit 'em up from behind
That's, my, life - and it'll never be the same
Ever again, the game is to blame
Don't get caught up in your Range Rover, pullin over
On the Westside highway shoulder, nigga I'll blow ya
like a windshield, leave yo' mind on the windshield
And have yo' whip doin windmills, that's what rain feels
like, when it's hittin a little harder than drizzle
And pickles flyin out pistols, gotta niggaz cryin they Christians and
I can't believe shit has come to this
It's unheard of, now it's gonna reign down murder
I think the reign is calling murder
I think the reign is calling murder
I think the reign is calling murder
I think the reign is calling murder
God only breathes with the best of them, bury the rest of them
A storm is comin, I got a hundred mile runnin head start
on these niggaz cause it's murder for life
Drugs, bitches, and money be my only vice
But I'm livin life in the fast lane, doin the damn thang
In the Ferrari hard top watchin "Hard Rain"
It's a damn shame, no more games
No more love, baby boy I throw back slugs
through your Green Bay throwback, I hits that up
And let you know where the reign is from
You ever heard of mixin whiskey with Jamaican rum? You get Biggie
Mix gin with a little cocaine, you got me
And my style is a little too savage to not be
Be looked upon as one of the illest to MC
Y'all niggaz want it with me? That shit's unheard of
Cause niggaz, now it's gonna reign down murder
Nobody loves me
Sometimes I wish the good Lord would come down and hug me
I take a look at my life, it's gettin ugly
And now I know that you all wanna slug me
I can get above it, it's my life and I dug it
Even though I live it close to the edge
I'm gettin closer to death, with eve-rrry little step
that I take, in the awake of my last days
I hope the sun shines with a light rain
That would mean the world shared my pain
And now the world could be happy again, smile
Cause if I ever walk "The Green Mile"
You can look at me and blame it on my lifestyle
What can I say? I was raised as an only child, lonely
Poppa disowned me, so the streets raised me
To call me crazy is not unheard of

i'll be party till the sun come up
and the all the things was missing was you (baby, baby)
i miss you (baby, baby) come home (baby, baby)
hello .. hello ..
but it ain't funny how i don't see you no more.
b*tch but i've been think about you (but i do without you )
pretend like i don't care but that's just a .. me ..imagination
distraction, distraction, distraction,
forget ..i've been thinking forget
speak louder than words
i heard it all before i don't play uh baby
don't get mad talk dirty to me
i .. i want you, i miss you, i ..
you knows ..and baby you
chorus
i'll be party till the sun come up
and the all the things was missing was you (baby, baby)
i miss you (baby, baby) come home (baby, baby)
hello .. hello ..
but it ain't funny how i don't see you no more.
b*tch but i've been dreaming about you
but didn't i waken and stop realize that i can't sleep without you
i can't breath without you no way, no way, no way
but .. even the .. than many looking pretending,
this thing ain't got between us ..drinking ..
and hooking upon the .. come ..i'm yours
baby you knew.
2 x chorus:
i'll be party till the sun come up
and the all the things was missing was you (baby, baby)
i miss you (baby, baby) come home (baby, baby)
hello .. hello ..

This is leo, the cousin of the bitch that dont no nothing,
next caller, ya um,
i want ot know if my mom having an affair with my boyfriend
oh, okay, wait on, hold on hun,
the tarot cards never lie
but your gonna have to hold on
is 50 dollas a minute okay?
aight
next caller
WATZ YOUR NAME?
ADJIHAH
adjihah, wat da hell ya want?
ya i wanna know ...
who your babys daddy?
right?
ya, um is is the fat one
or the bald one?
hun, hold on,..........
no, its not the bald, or the fat one
the other guy you was with
oh okay
NEXT CALLER

Tell 'em
Reemo.....Distribution
Well, you know what we'll do....tell 'em (baby)
You know I.......(whachya gonna do now?)
Fuck ya girl!
Face down ass up
You know we like to
Fuck ya girl!
In the middle of the night
Put it in your butt
You know what's up I'll
Fuck ya girl!
If the puss gets dry
And the bitch gotta curl
Rub it in ya hair
I wanna
Fuck ya girl!
With my dick in her mouth
Chokin' her out (err)
Still gonna
Fuck ya girl!
(Hahaha!)
(This mother fucker's straight)
That's right, come on now!
All you bitches
Ain't give me no pussy before in here
Ya know what I'd say?
Oh, I ain't mad at you (That shit's gonna cost you)
Tina? You know what I'd do?
I'm gonna fuck you girl! (A thousand dollars)
Sherry? I'm gonna fuck you girl! (A thousand dollars)
Maria? I'm gonna fuck you girl! (A thousand dollars)
Lisa? I'm gonna fuck you girl! (A thousand dollars)
Haha!
Those bitches across the world
I'm gonna fuck you girl!
(Wait a minute! You mother fucking talkin' all that shit
That shit's comin' out your budget
Them hoes cost a thousand dollars a piece
Young ass nigga
But ya still my artist, baby king!
Ladies and gentlemen, baby king!
Ladies and gentlemen, god bless and good night.
I wanna goddamn thank all the mother fuckers
who put this together, my mother fucking self.
Anybody who question me...hmm, hold on

(Holla Holla)
All my niggaz thats ready to get (Dollaz Dollaz)
Bitches know who can get em a little (Hotta Hotta)
Come on, If you rollin' wit me (Follow Follow)
Its Murda..
Think you fuckin' wit Ja, Nada
Watcha wanna go Dolla for Dolla??? (Holla Holla)
My niggaz is (Hotta Hotta)
Fucks plenty bitches, and dug bitches for petty niggaz
You look in me eyes and tell me they style aint ridiculous
(Bitches Bitches) Pop da pussy and bounce like (Hit it Hit it)
Sure if your favorite is long (Get it Get it) Baby Baby
Dont you wanna leave tonite and fuck with me
Cause we really need to be freaking off at any cost
Its on me, if you married, then get a divorce
When I hits it, some women get twisted
Have em' twitchin', like "Damn look what the dick did"
I just wanna hit it the worst way, right after a long day
And put the puss on lay-a-way, Heard me?
Im that, Dirty nigga that get you hot, and heat it
Baby girl if you want it as bad as you need it
Let me holla at my true thugs
If niggas want war, bust slugs
Nigga, what? Im hotta hotta and just cant be touched
Plus, anybody that fucks with me, gonna get felt
How many want it? Determines how the slugs get dealt
Cuz I (Spit em' Spit em')
Choke them niggas like roaches and then (Clip em' Clip em)
Long as Im alive, Ima (Hit em' Hit em')
Respect mines, to the day of my demise
Dont fuck with me, cuz the flow's (Killa Killa)
Whoever eva who wants it?
Its yours, now your gonna (Get it Get it)
(Feela Feela) Nigga full of holes
Treat em' like hoes, and show no love to them homo thugs
Its us you wanna fuck with
As soon as them slugs skip from body to body
Go from grave to bit
I dont respect it, plus niggas commited treason
Who want it with Ja? Who ready to die breathing?
Ja baby, one of the many, many niggas who sip Henny
With the the two seaters, sittin on twenties
I, I be wit running in, running out
Then, thou bestow hit em' up, gun em' down
Niggaz aint ready for Ja, any way, any how
I give it give it to niggaz, claimin' that they live it
Real (Niggaz Niggaz) brandish the iron and flash
Like (Hold this Hold this) when you got nothing to live for
Notice, niggaz be hot, and more explosive
Focus, ready to rip em' up with the dope, this
My life, niggaz is frontin', and stuntin' for nothing
Better act right, fore' I spark and dim your lights??
Im a hazard, to niggaz, a bastard
To bitches, when in doubt, go for stealth, and clap the finish
Anything movin' rightfully hit for wrong doin'

[Ja Rule - Verse 1]
34 street of the West Side
I see a big sign that says New York
What New York got to offer?
Big cars, big money, I'm all for,
What big city boy, you know that it comes short!
Small stage tall order, uptown, it will never be the same,
of the days of Rich Portal, Queens ?, Supreme
Being that I know him personally, I tell you what you told me,
It's tough to be number one, adored by everyone wake up and they all gone!
Fuck ‘em!
Live long or die young n-gger, to each his own
Cause everything was all good, just a year ago
Yes, so here I go, new beach home, new French bitch,
Got my boat shoes on!
Boss n-gger! Rule n-gger!
Even though I done did it, I'm due n-gger!
[Chorus]
Queens, get the money!
Queens, get the money!
Queens, get the money! long time, no cash!
Brooklyn! Get money!
Brooklyn! Get money!
Brooklyn! Get money!
Long time no cash
Up town, get money
Up town, get money
Up town, get money
Long time no cash
New York! New York!
New York! New York!
New York! New York!
New York! New York!
[Ja Rule]
Ha! Passport gang here,
You can catch me in the French Riviera!
G4 tail number number TT069 with a bitch that suck dick three six five, 24/7
Bitch we in the clouds this is not happening!
May I offer them hot lips and cold beverage
Did she lick the bezel and the watch
And told me this is the only type of ice that she f-cks with
Brooklyn bitch! Know how to get it up!
Keep a 32 snub in a Louie clutch!
I popped the clutch, Scaglietti with a peanut butter interior already!
I'm sorta heavy, a big deal, A milli 2 for the land, 10 to get it build
Boss n-gger! Rule n-gger!
Even though I done did it, I'm due n-gger!
[Chorus]
Yeah! Know where the New York Giant is
Look us up under hip hop pioneers,
We smoothered the grids with butter baby
I'd like some cheese with mine!
Breakfast of Champion's, Coffee like cream
Got a lot of stick, but I'm making it!
These n-ggers Benedict
What are expecting, n-gger, bend a dick
I'm getting rich, you mirrored this
Now you're reflection is moi, priceless!
How do I look drapped up in all these diamonds
The sound for your brand new Harman Kardon's
We're getting money over here, pardon!
If you aint under the umbrella you get rained on
My empire's in a state of take off, to Neverlands, we got next!
Boss n-gger! Rule n-gger!

Yeah..
It's still Murder, I.N.C.
I got you mami
I got you daddy
Let's get this party started
Throw your drink up and move your body
But you can't get up on it
'til I see you work harder for it
C'mon, let's get it started
Don't you leave me all hot and bothered
You want me? Come grab it
Show me that you got me daddy
I got you ma, workin in New York City
It's Satuday Night Live, and I'm hot so bear with me
Plus a little tired from the time zone switches
But right on time to hit a club for a minute
I get in and get a table, get bottles, some bitches
come over, they claimin they models
Until they want a drink they ain't even know who I was
Until I took my hat off, and then they started backin that ass up
Whoa! She did this dance with her hands up
Then she touched her toes and made my thing stand up
Type of chick that'll have a nigga in handcuffs
Taste but don't swallow, look but don't touch
Forbidden, not to be eaten, but she is
feedin me rotten apples that fall from the tree
Why don't we leave, just us three, and get acquainted
Mama I'm just playin - but I'm sayin
I got you ma, I'm in L.A., I'm the latest
Caught the last flight in from JFK
Baggage claim sign read R-U-L-E
Takin me straight to the party so I can get started
Rubbin on bitches like full body massages
And takin dead aim on all open targets
Soon as I walk in I see the one
that I wanna be humpin, bouncin, and grindin on
Her lowrider sit low, you can see her thong
And she like to get low on her favorite songs
I'm like don't stop, get it get it, let me get up on it
Let me see how bad you really want it
like, them cold nights when you're hot and lonely
Give me your pager, pick up a phone and call me
I was thinkin that maybe we could have an orgy
Mama I'm just playin - but I'm sayin
I got you ma, and Miami's the scene
Filled with fast women when they stop intervene
Tanned up and their walk is mean
I don't wonder how she got in, I want her out of them jeans
It seems, me and my team got a routine habit
Of gettin rid of sweaters as soon as we snag 'em
In the club, gettin high, relaxin
I see a few asses that's pacin backwards my way
The DJ spinnin it backwards
Givin shouts to actors, athletes and rappers
Now, let's get it crackin, you know how it happen
After the party there's an afterparty happenin
(Let's get this party started)
Ain't that what you said, or am I hearin things?
Is you drunk, cause you look like you swerve in both lanes
Mama I'm just playin - but I'm sayin
I got you ma, y'know
Whenever, Murder INC

Rule nigga
Ja Rule, O1
Yeah
It's our world, please believe
Niggas ain't real, please believe
It's murda, please believe
I-N-C niggas what's fucking with me?
R-U-L-E love me or hate me baby
Refer to 3:36 baby
That's the rule please niggas don't get it confused
See this game that we playing, y'all playing to lose
Who's next that wanna ride (who)
Spitting (who) how I do niggas (who?) knowin they wanna ride (who)
Rule baby, I've been really outta control lately
If you relating let me hear ya say yea-yaay yea-yaay
Y'all feeling my pain? I've been running wild time and again
Y'all swerve in my lane, I'll pull up and start popping ya brain
Fuck knowin' these broads names, extravengant champagne
Y'all niggas is lame, my niggas ain't sane
Who you fuckin' with?
Ya'll niggas wanna dead (who)
Then wanna ride (who?)
Ya'll know the niggas who steady screaming (fuck you)
It's murda murda, you know it's murda murda
We scream it, we yell it, we living murda murda murda
Ya'll ain't feelin (who)
Ya'll don't like (who)
Ya'll know the niggas that be steady screaming (fuck you)
It's murda murda, you know it's murda murda
We live it, we breathe it, we screaming murda murda murda
Murder Inc is my blood
We go through the pain together by any means
Popping it hot at whoever or so it seems
Niggas that getting hot not this hot nigga very hot
See it in your eyes niggas ready to die
But as long as I'm alive I'm putting this on my life
For niggas that ain't right they get it upon sight
If ya know me then you know we pop away
Cock and pop again baby, men will be men
I spit off 10 fuck it give 'em the 16
Like my guns dirty and hands clean
Loose bitches in tight jeans
Old money and crack fiends was a fetish
Before Guliani got into office and deaded shit
Fuck it I'm living my life on the edge
Got one in the head plus a nigga's fed 'nuff said
I'm gonna behead niggas that don't believe this
Rule baby, 3:36
We are the world's most dangerous niggas alive
All of my niggas bang with us and let's ride
Muthafuckas will war but not many survive
Cuz 50 shots tearing through the side of ya ride
Cuz we are (murderers)
Muthafucka you heard player (murderers)
Popping collars in air
Popping shots through ya rearview
Bullets, they tear through
Got niggas wondering like "What the fuck did I do?"
So niggas wanna go and get they man cuz they can't do this shit
Because they ain't got no heart for this, bust a gun and body shit
Niggas like you probably snitch, do a nigga then get rich
Niggas like you always fit 6 feet deep inside a ditch
There ain't nothing fucking with this ya know why?
Nigga I just came into the game ready to die
Ready to hold heat, drive-by with Rule

New…
Ja Rule, Vita, Charlie Baltimore, Ashanti…
Fat Joe, All Murder Inc…
Irv Gotti, Chris, TNT…
Whaaaat……
I wanna be your chick
I wanna be down 4 u
(Do ya trust me?) Yeah
(Love me?) Yeah
(You're puttin' it on me Ya must be)
Ya down ass bitch
I wanna be your chick
(It only for the RULE baby)
I ride 4 u, Die 4 u
Do anything ya want me to
I be ya down ass bitch
This is no intentions of bein' offensive
The women by callin ya'll bitches
My down ass bitches
Still my queen bitch's cut look clean
On ya finger next to the finger ya flipped at me
And this no in between me and you
Only me and you
Who else gon' put it on me like the RULE
God only looks after children and foo's
And you not so who gon' look after you
It's RULE baby
True baby
It's only for you baby
Vita thighs only divide if you inside
Cuz I love the way you touch me
Nobody can get it
And if it's comin' and gunnin'
Just come in it and spit it
So when ya gone for a minute
I just fantasize like if it's you It's all in it
Then I'm satisfied til' you come back to me
Holdin stack and jewels
V-i-t-a and my nigga J-a RULE baby
I'm gonna be here when ya need
RULE baby can always count on me
No you don't ever have to worry
You know I'll make it in a hurry
I'm here for ya
And I wont never leave shed, tears for ya
Cuz boy ya got to me
There will never be another for me
You'll always be my one and only
Babygirl would ya bust ya gun with me? (Yeah yeah)
Lie to the feds to come get me? (Yeah Yeah)
And if I died Kill for me? (Yeah Yeah)
Are you trustin me? (Yeah Yeah)
Are you lovin me? (Yeah Yeah Yeah)
Yeah let's get it grinnin
Like we Ashford and ons or Ike and Anna Mae
On one their good days
You smile like sun rays 5'5 with brown eyes and thick legs
Only for the RULE baby
Now baby I told you I can show you better than I can tell you
Don't try to bring conversey and mail
Just sweet words and naked photos
I'm still that pretty down down ass 2 cars behind ya 6
And I diss any clown ass rockin my round ass only a down ass
And it's all for u
I've grown a tad bit since we been at like rabbits
To move a little bumper and it's
AND IT'S ALL FOR RULE)
Shit Who gon' love you like that?
Thug with you wit a stack to the ceilin
And spilt in the dub with you
Cuz I played my position with KO-D's, O G's
Until that blood shed blood red and we O-Ded
Remember every word that ya told me
SHOWED ME,HOLD ME)
All you need in your life is Chuck, drugs, and dubs on 22's
Now tell me who the hunny for you

[Black Child]
Y'all niggaz don't know
But we about to fuckin let y'all know
You gonna get a motherfuckin up close interview
With the motherfuckin murderers
Niggaz is gonna let y'all know
About us
The Murderers
[Black Child]
I'm that nigga that just came home from jail
I'm that nigga that's lack as hell
I'm that nigga that don't give a fuck, I'm foul
I'm a murderer motherfucker, Black Child
[Vita]
I'm that balse bitch that'll scheme on your man
I'm that evil bitch that'll fuck up your plans
I'm so dangerous you can't fuck with this bitch
Vita, murda mistress
[Tah Murdah]
See I'm that nigga that'll hit 'em for dope
And I'm that nigga to bust a 4 and crush the rows
See I'm that nigga that'll kick in your door
And duct tape you, leave you unaware of where we take you
I'm that revolver spittin, barrel turnin
Hard headed nigga who never learned, but guns stay burnin
And I'm that nigga the quick feds heard of
Quick clip inserta
Bitch, Tah slash Murdah
[Tah Murdah]
Yo who that nigga Tah Murdah from Murder Inc
Oh, you that nigga killin niggaz before they blink
Nigga, do you know me
I don't think
Just spit it and get aquitted
And blow 'em outta sink
[Black Child]
Black Child a nigga from across the way
(Oh yeah I heard of you nigga)
Let the torred spray, ok
Poke holes in niggaz like OJ
With this gun play, niggaz we blow 'em away
[Vita]
Are you that nigga J to A R-U-L-E, probably
Up in the broad on Broadway (all day)
Herbs who learn the hard way
While y'all bitches pull late
We bring it any and every way
[Ja Rule]
Motherfucker who you dealin with, that nigga
Platinum in three weeks, I'm that nigga
Can I Get A, Holla Holla my nigga
Run up in hoes, possibly yours, I'm that nigga
Pain ain't something I fear, I swear niggaz
I'ma clap up barely in air, cuz I'm that nigga
Movies, yeah baby I'm that nigga
Portraying all the murderers and drug dealers
See I'm that nigga for life
Fuck with a J to A

Woooooo
Murder Inc Motherfucker
We world wide connected, and ya'll don't want to fuck with us
In the streets we respected, so ya'll don't want to fuck wit us
World wide connected nigga, ya'll don't want to fuck wit us
We gangster ass niggaz and we hard to hit
Murder Inc in the role who could fuck wit this
It ain't no verse mother fuckers who fake east thugs
Its murder Inc In the role nigga throw up your dub
They show us love in the club real niggaz bossed up man
We heavily intoxicated so toss it up
Attacks your mind and your conscience
Written to enhance this verbally thugs grammar
I'm bout to touch the roof wit it
Extraordinary and I was never ordinary in cemetery
bisit my thugs in mortuaries
End all most reality young name and 'Pac
I'm a keep my heat tucked until my soul goes pop
I hear a lot of niggaz rapping
But there ain't that many rappers out there scraping and keep it cracking
We keep it happening
I'm a million out the gate
No scratch that 8 from cd's to tapes we rock like earthquakes
I'm Eastwood catch me dipping a Fleetwood like a g should
Young Eastwood is so damn good
Nigga think that I is raw spit
Murder Inc in the role, we all sick
So niggaz Involved get mauled quick as a dog and the raw gets you involved
And I'm a draw quick, nigga awwww shit
Punks talking lick I haul off quick
Wit a sawed off kick It's like they fall off cliffs
Y'all call it off before all y'all get stoned
like you're fallen off in a raw mosh pit
Get tossed in a ditch your coffin is sick
While I floss in the awesomest whips and I toss in your chicks
Your caution when your calling your six
Cause your talk can get you crossed and lost in the mix
I'm a pause in the bitch bossed in the pits
Burn I serve niggaz stay off at ya clique
Spend off with ya grip my land of gangreen
You have the doctors taking your leg off of your hip
Motherfucker!
All y'all niggaz need to get off my dick
I spit it how I live it plus the flows real sick
I got killers ranged from Compton to Cleveland
World wide connected any type niggaz there's no breathing
Give me the reason I put a halo throw your mental
And give your the Holy Spirit and see you to gods temple
I'm the avenging angle and earth be thy claim
And Ja be thy name, I know your all praying
For the day of my diminishing,
Why don't somebody finish them off and put it right through his cross
The X is the 50 ya'll got to be kidding me
These niggaz is my sons I raised them from young
Curtis and little Earl should of been little girls
Cause they bitch made and they act like one of my itchbays
Touche! The Rule is more than ready

Murder Inc. shit
Uh... uh, uh, uh
Now every little thing that we do (that we do)
Should be between me and you (me and you)
The freaky things that we do (that we do)
Let's keep between me and you (me and you)
Cause every little thing that we do (that we do)
Should be between me and you (me and you)
The freaky things that we do (that we do)
Let's keep between me and you, ba-byyy
Yo...
Now when I first met her all I thought was "Thong thong-thong"
like, "Lose the lame, we can get our freakin on"
Baby know the game, slip away, and slide me yo' number
It's the last day of spring, see you first day this summer
I'm a bad motha; shut yo' mouth! Pull the drop out and
creep at a low speed, cause homey probably know me
I push the pedal, thoughts of your stilleto
way up in the air like I think he's here
Cause see, every time that I'm alone with you (with you)
Homey be checkin up on you (on you)
But if that nigga only knew (only knew)
You've got a lot of freak in you, ba-byyy
Well now it's startin to rain, I pop the roof and the champagne
How Jay said? "Money Ain't a Thing"
It's been close a few, at times even impossible
But, it's been between me and you, ba-byyy
Girl it's on again, every year - we hummer 'em in
Beaches, houses, hoes, foes, friends
And when the, day ends - that's when it all begins
You wit him? Here's my room key; holla at me
While you thinka-think I'ma hit it up
then look at the nigga you thinkin you love? C'mon love
We could go there, me and you, creep off all night
If you love it, in the mornin, awake with new light
If you lookin like I ain't gonna handle his
Let me handle my bizzz, it is what it is
Nigga livin his liiiife, and that's my bitch
You know I gotta wiiiife, let's keep this thing tight, ba-byyy
Don't let the word get out (shhh), ba-byyy
This is - strictly between me and you, ba-byyy
If they - knew we were doin what we were doin it'd probably ruin
our creep away summer in Cancun'n-and I, love
the way we get away, throw away a whole day
Turn off the pagers and phones, we in the zone like
"Fuck liife, we live liife
This is our liife, live your liife"
Cause see, every time that I'm alone with you (with you)
Shorty be checkin up on you (on you)
But if baby girl only knew (only knew)
You've got a lot of freak in you, ba-byyy
Did I ever tell you, my man love what you do
That little thing with yo' tongue; you the best, who knew?
It's been close a few, at times even impossible
But, it's been between me and you, ba-byyy
(That we do)
(Me and you)
(That we do)
(Me and you)
(That we do)
(Me and you)
(That we do)

Always there when you call (Buckshots, hah), always on time
Gave you my....baby be mine
Always there when you call, always on time
Gave you my....baby
Baby, I'm not always there when you call, but I'm always on time
And I gave you my all, now baby be mine
I'm not always there when you call, but I'm always on time
And I gave you my all, now baby be mine
C'mon and get a piece of this late-night lover
You know, the one that swing dick like no other (shit)
I know, I got a lot of things I need to explain
But baby you know the name and love is about pain
So, stop the complaints and drop the order restraints
Our sex life's a game so bat me down in the paint
'Cause I can't wait no more
'Cause it's about a quarter-past three and shorty's eyein me
I got the Bentley valeted
And I'm just outside of Jersey, past the Palisades
And I love to see that ass in boots and shades
Hold down on the bed while I'm yankin your braids
Thug style, you never thought I'd make you smile
While I'm smackin your ass and fuckin you all wild
But we share somethin so rare, but who cares, you care
Girl, get a grip, c'mon, pull it together
It's only a sunshower, we been through worse weather
Like the stormy nights you wrote a "Dear Ja" letter
And took my Benz and keyed and cut the leather
Bitch, you know better, we live M-O-B
Money Over Bitches, Murder, I-N-C
I got two or three hoes for every V
And I keep 'em drugged up off that ecstasy
I'm a playground legend like Kirk with Pee-wee
Name a nigga in the league got more game than me
I play hard, there's so many women I fathered
Meet 'em with scars and send 'em home hot and bothered
Truth or dare, this life ain't apparantly fair
And a love with no glare is a crystal stare
But we share
somethin so rare, but who cares, you care
Oh I'm, feelin like ya livin a, double life
'Cause you don't be comin home, sometimes
Baby, but you're always, on time, checkin for one time
You and I, got a special bond together
We go back like bombers boo, in the coldest weather
And when I play you play the same way you freak me baby I fuck you crazy
Then I'm gone
Baby don't really want me to get up and leave off that easy
She'll be wakin up wet for sheezy
Remind these bitches to mind they business
Believe me, this pimp game is very religious
And I'm built like the Don Bishop
Gon' keep this money-green Benz and my hoes as my witness
The life we share is a thug affair
But who cares, you care
Always there when you call, always on time
Gave you my....baby be mine
Always there when you call, always on time
Gave you my....baby be mine
Here at W-I-Z we play nothing but the hits, nothing but the hits

Murda Inc
Haha it must be the ass
That got me like that
If it get any fatter
Man the rule gonna hafta get at her
And our situation won't matter
I come to make you smile
In the freakiest manners
J to the L-O
Hello, no I'm not Ley Harvery Oswald
I'm the rule in the shot call
Off the wall
Like MJ in his early days
It's the Inc. and Lopez now
Ain't it funny
It's been awhile since you came around
Now ya wanna see what's goin' down
Tryin' to tell me how ya want my time
Tryin' to tell me how I'm on your mind (on your mind)
See it never had to be this way
You should of never played the games you played
Now I'm seein' that you're kinda lame
Knowin how the situation changed
Ain't it funny
Baby that you want me, when you had me
Love is crazy, now I can smile and say
Ain't it funny
Baby that you want me, when you had me
Love is crazy, I'm glad I can smile and say
Ain't it funny
I remember how you walked away
Even when I tried to call your name
See at first I didn't understand
Now you're lookin' like a lonely man (lonely man)
I remember how you did me wrong
And now you're hurtin' cuz my love is gone
Everybody gets a chance to burn
You can take it as a lesson learned
Ain't it funny
Baby that you want me, when you had me
Love is crazy, now I can smile and say
Ain't it funny
Baby that you want me, when you had me
Love is crazy, I'm glad I can smile and say
Ain't it funny
C-A double D, Hi
Double dose my
Fly by, red line
Touch the roast side
Oh I, never been a sucker for chill Ja
Spit the ism, hit em, get rid of em, and you know Tah
Get it gully, and ain't that funny
How they want me, see me workin' wit money
But Cali ain't a dummy
What these brodies want from me?
Cos all I got is G, J.Lo
And Murda I.N.C.
I really wish you wouldn't send me gifts
Tryin' to make me sit and reminisce
Tryin' to blind me with your bling bling
Thought I told you love don't cost a thing
(love don't cost a thing)
Hope you realize that now I'm through
And I don't ever wanna hear from you
I had enough of bein' there for you
Now I'm laughin' while you play the fool
Ain't it funny
Baby that you want me, when you had me
Love is crazy, now I can smile and say
Ain't it funny
Baby that you want me, when you had me
Love is crazy, I'm glad I can smile and say
Ain't it funny
Baby, is that you're girlfriend
I got my boyfriend
But maybe we can be friends
La da da da da da
Baby, I got my boyfriend
Is that your girlfriend
maybe we can be friends

[Man] Hello
[Chris Black] Yo I hear you
[Man] Yo
[Chris Black] What up nigga?
[Man] Black
[Chris Black] Whats poppin?
[Man] In the studio finishin up this motherfuckin Murderer album nigga
[Chris Black] You really do, huh?
[Man] Yeah, Yeah, it's somethin special
[Chris Black] You out there murderin them niggaz kid
[Man] Yeah, it's somethin special, everyone here man Ja, Tah, Black
[Chris Black] Tell 'em I said whats poppin
[Man] Yeah, we all right here
[Chris Black] Tell them niggaz I said whats poppin
[Man] Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, what the fuck is goin on though kid?
[Chris Black] Nuthin motherfuckin,
[Man] Nigga, we waitin on that verse from you nigga
[Chris Black] You don't have to wait no motherfuckin longer nigga
[Man] You been writin? You been writin?
[Chris Black] For really though nigga
[Man] Hahaha
[Chris Black] The fuck you think nigga?
[Man] Really though?
[Chris Black] Really though
[Man] Aiight then lemme here somethin then nigga
[Chris Black] Aha lemme see then, aiight
[Chris Black]
Hey yo
I be that nigga that you can't get at
Ya dig, the unfuckable, thoughroly known
It's Chris Black the don, the untouchable
Murderous murder ya nigga murderin nigga from Murder Inc
Murderin everything thats movin on the street like shit stink
These motherfuckers, my familia by killin y'all
Fillin y'all with the lead from tis mac-milly y'all
In multiple ways, fuck around and assaulted and sprayed
Cuz unfortunately the shit thats spittin is holdin no weight
So respect our gang F-T-A nigga
And I hustle, why I bust you
Bitch niggaz in this game with no muscle
Who you niggaz know that's spittin in cells right out of jails?
Like Downstate to Clinton my name rings bells
Shit don't stop, a nigga don't rock if Chris don't rock
On the block I pop glocks but up North I pop the ox
Cuz I gots to eat, but in 2000 these niggaz gon see
Who put it down thoroughly for the I-N-C
Cuz I be a Murderer that pops all the time
It's Eastside til I die and that'll be some time
So c'mon nigga let's ride, cuz it's murda for life
And I murda shit right, and I murda shit tight
These niggaz know how I spit flows and flip flows for dough
Stayin raw, breakin the law just to get more dough
So I gotta take your dough nigga cuz I gots to get mine