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• Say What U Want - Ranjahz
• Masaqua Muzik - Ranjahz

Yeah, fuck that, Ja Rule, Ranjahz, uh
It's MURRDAAAAA!!!!
Faculty, fucker
Huh, give it to 'em
Niggas act like they don't know
Uh, one hand wash the other hand, y'knawmean? fuck it
[HOOK: Ja Rule]
You can say what you wanna say about us
But we gon keep rockin...
You can say what you wanna say, but are you ready for the gunplay, hey
You gon say what you wanna say about us
But we gon keep rockin...
You can say what you wanna say, but we gon keep the whole floor rockin
[Verse 1]
Basically you can do what you wan' do, say what you wan' say
Real recognize fradulent, all day
Every word I spit evole from rappin in hallways
Clappin in broad day, to stackin it all ways
In God we trust, but percentage before praise
Money before bitches, riches before the grave
If you scared go to church, get a gun if you afraid
Livin this hell, and only through death is one saved
Drugs kill, crime pays, fuck, minimum wage
Stuck in the hood, out of my mind, clutchin this gauge
Caught in a faze from day one, gun'll be raised
Violate I cock til your crib, up in a blaze
Street life, Ranjahz smoke the bathroom pay
Behave crazed, lose it, to this ghetto music
Sing what the fuck you want, if you a thug prove it
This is the real from the heart, not the *Coming of Age*
[HOOK]
[Ja Rule]
Keep your mind on the game
Cuz when it drugs to sell, we hustlin
If it's guns to blaze, we bustin 'em
My heart's filled with pain
Cuz I flood the hood with nothin but love
If niggas want me, come and get it in blood
The ruler remains
Numero uno, the flow's porto
Then put me, in auto, matic or manual
Just the style dipped chronic, duo, compatible
Niggas want none of the Rule, fo' rilla
Call me caterpiller cuz I sliver, cap peel ya
Manilla, big ballers, drop cash at car dealers
And we aint got them Hyundais neither
The Rule and Da Ranjahz, come through in back to back Ranges
Say what you say, but shit is dangerous, nigga
Uh, uh, one life, one love
[HOOK]
[Verse 3]
Say what you say, every day, all day, gunplay
Drink your liquor, smoke your ganjay, fuck what none say
Sip your syrup til your mind tear up
Sprinkle coke in your blunt fucker, do what you want
Or do what ya feel, just make sure you do it for real
Cuz if you front in the cold, I'ma let this somethin explode
And y'all bitches, mad cuz we tryin to stack riches
Wanna scratch inside of my V
Wanna flat all my tires, tryin to violate me
I don't beef I just pop up on Mickey Thompson's
All chrome on my waist, da all chrome 380 Lawsson
First nigga mad doggin, I'm squeezin carbon
Tryin na put somethin in his noggin, get to joggin
Weavin and bobbin, on these streets I'm like the seargeant
Straight hoggin, triple L love life and lost in
Tryin to eat in the devil's garden

[Intro: sample (Raekwon)]
Wanna fuck with me? (Let's go, let's go, yo
Got my brother Cee Allah in here, no doubt, no doubt
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo, aiyo, let's do it Lord)
[Wais]
It goe live from the jump off, I dump off shells
Drink liquor so pure, you get drunk off smells
Dog, I ain't rappin' to fail
I'm tryin to stash mil', so I can have money for bail
So when you actin' out of pocket, I blast rockets
Just coke, weight it up, cook it, cut it, chop it
Bag a ho, take her home, gut it, drop it
Give it six months, Ranjahz floodin' the market
With, thugs and thieves and, that come out in the evening
And sleep all day, it's the Brooklyn way
When we cop new cars, just to build new stashes
Fuck menopause, my guns give you hot flashes
Wais, I put a rapper corks in the hole
And tattoo my skin, cuz it's only close for the soul
Bitch nigga, get you knowin' role
Hop you dancin' ass on stage, get to knowin' a pro
I flow lithium, and rap vikadin, every verse is a classic
It don't even make no sense bitin' them
Two ten, it don't make no sense fightin' 'em
We hate you, it don't make no sense likin' them
All hoods, I'm invitin' 'em
Step in the square, I'll Tyson 'em, spit with the kid
I got a sixteen gauge, that'll shift your ribs
Put my face on your record, it becomes a street hit
[Haph Dead]
This ain't rap motherfucker, this is Masaqua Muzik
Manson, Charles & Marilyn, forget about dancin'
Niggaz can't see me, forget about glancin'
Your raps too handsome, the game is ugly
My whole life is like Vegas, I live it to gamble it
This one is for my niggaz on the block, still scramblin'
Or trapped in the box, pray to be a free man again
You know the H.A.P.H. is rippin'
Bout to blow like an airbag, when the whip lose handling
Crash dummy niggaz, I ain't worth battlin'
Spiced ham niggaz, we can never be fam again
Listen to my venom and respect how I channel it
I spit that '86, rap attack, air a staircase
Dollar bill with the straw, smack every letter
Drama crack, here a scary pity pack era
And I still don a party, if I can't get the better end
[Raekwon]
Introducing nothing but fly hands, call me Saddam
Only thing I got is bombs
Lex, let the bell ring, yo, eat well
Twelve niggaz heads and bling, if not, send 'em to jail
He got new joints, chest like bulky, similar to The Hulk
Green weed, can't believe he bumped me
Young kid, dressed flashly, peep the New York Times
Got an article on how to read rhymes
Yo, caught me in the Journal, thermal set
Feedin' 48 laws, gain power, changin' us all
Thus me, The Ranjahz, the young angels
Agust the flames, little mic piece in the Range
Top niggaz, cuz we get live, ride high niggaz
Yo, run up and body niggaz, chew 'em on stage
Yeah, criminals, have to eat food