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Ja Rule
Ja Rule


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Настоящее имя Jeffrey Atkins
Дата рождения 29 февраля 1976 г.
Место рождения New York, United States
Жанры Hip-hop
Годы 1994—н.в.
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R.U.L.E. (2004)
2004
1.
The INC Intro
2.
Last Of The Mohicans (featuring Black Child)
3.
Wonderful (featuring R. Kelly and Ashanti)
4.
5.
New York (featuring Fat Joe and Jadakiss)
6.
7.
Get It Started (featuring Claudette Ortiz)
8.
9.
True Story (Skit)
10.
Caught Up (featuring Lloyd)
11.
Gun Talk (featuring Black Child)
12.
13.
Life Goes On (featuring Trick Daddy and Chink Santana)
14.
Where I'm From (featuring Lloyd)
15.
Bout My Business (featuring Caddillac Tah, Black Child and Young Merc)
16.
. . .

The INC Intro

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. . .



[Intro]
yeah, yeah, last of the Mohicans man, u'll neva take me alive, da heck if u shot
at somebody, somebody already did!

[verse 1]
I'm here to put u out ya pressure like nobody eva, cuz everytime I shoot nothin
befo and betta, and dem slugz get heavy, u'll wait anyday fella, cuz
wit murda range, u gonna need umbrellaz, kevlar and a whole lotta gun runnaz,u
hot dawg niggaz, hide ya rellaz, ain't shit to tell us, I keep da army, and
dey stayed armed, guess dey to fuck around me, unless u're desires lead u to
touch da dream, I'm being back to da back, EG onda jeans, if u brought it to
da left den u can see how it leans, dis thang is like an airplane ya park inda
streets, mean and so vicious, call me young, all da wishes cuz I wish for
it all, beg da lord for forgiveness, cuz I sin I'm a sinner, but I win, I'm a
winner, I'm runnin da marathon and yall niggaz is sprintaz, I exercise on
(??) and massage ma fingaz, I'm lookin forward to bangin out, start to finish,
give me a minute, let me explain why most niggaz is chillin, dey runnin
round wit good bodies and no hearts in em, dey get it easy fo a nigga to git em,
expose em, witness rule to chosin, man ya spit it to cornaz, load up its
ten shots, tell yall niggaz to hold dis, I'm a godsend, niggaz betta act like
dey know dis, mothafucka!

[chorus (blackchild)]
yo game ain't nuttin but smoke and mirrorz, yall clowns can't be serious, many
have tried but yall can't kill us, we still live in dis real vivit wit
real niggaz, nigga!
yo game ain't nuttin but smoke and mirrorz, we neva scared I hope all yall hear
us, many have tried but yall can't kill us, we still live in dis real
vivit we kill killaz!

[Verse 2]
da world is blind so now I gots to spit it in brail, dat raw cooked up flow, u
can put him to scales, so if u hit, u start down, can't nobody tell, its
just an overdosed injection (??), vroum, when I come thru can't nobody move it,
man I'm exclusive, got solutions every tuesday, excuse me, bitch! I'm one
of a kind, when I die study ma mind if u can design, now I'm inclined people say
dat I'm a ahead of ma time, who eva said dat dey must have had dey nose
on da line, I'm not even inma prime yet, I'm better on, in dis mothafuckin rap
shit, wat religion u practice, physical baptist or catholic, I can't really
say I'm religious, and to dat I'm a witness, but I'm spiritual dats why I keep
da lord inda picture, 4O (??) sippa, 40 alive wit niggaz, dat wanted u
buried in cemetaries next to da beaches, and get brong, and bricks tied to
delemrongs, to (??) plays his chest and niggaz is bombs, yall da first peices
we take off to bomb da cars, I'm da king, dats da queenz, and den its da whole
regime, betta known as da teens, shout to ma nigga breems, ain't nuttin
illegal bout keepin ya cash clean, when ya sellin millions of records, ya seein
some G's, mothafucka!

[chorus-repeat]

[outro]
yeah, u know, huh, wat yall don't know, deres nuttin real about these niggaz in
dis game, dis is it, murda inc nigga, u lookin at em, da realest
mothafuckin niggaz inda game, u starin at em, ain't no need to look nowhere
else, its murda niggaz, holla, we ridin, u know, come on niggaz, its danga,
its danga, waddup to ma nigga murce, Big Caddy, ma nigga blackchild, rest in
peace,to yall mothafuckin soldier up in heaven my nigga, VL Cannon, Duke
Cannons, we see u nigga, we luv u nigga, we gon party, we gon have sum fun, we

. . .


feat. R.Kelly & Ashanti

[chorus]
[R KELLY (ASHANTI)]
If it wasn't for the money, cars and movies stars and jewels
And all these things I got
I wonder, hey
Would you still want me (Want you)
Would you still be calling me (Still calling you)
You be loving me? (I'll be loving you)

[JA RULE]
Wanna keep you flawed with no dough
Pimpin ain't easy
Trust me I know
When gangstas and hos
Go go go go go go together
Lke chinchilla and bad weather
I'm good but been better
All my bros, chedda and glamorous things
Copped a few cars
A crib with a east and west wing
Cuz this is how i'm livin and yall women know the secrets
Of how to get it and keep it
How to prey on my weakness
It's the power of the p-u-s-s-y
Got a lotta niggaz wonderin it ain't just i
Gotta keep ya cash comin and that's on my life
If it wasn't for the money and the things I got
Shit, she probably wouldn't like me
But I keep her and irv and jeffrey quite icy
Sip seraphin
Who doesn't like me
And the murderous I-n-c

[Chorus]

[R KELLY]
How many girls does it take to get to
Mack status
Player status
Pimps that get
Ya boy half rich fore we hit show biz
But show biz brought next level chicks
Pull them in them hot cars go and buy the whole bar nigga
I came from the dirt what you want me to say
Im at the top of the world and lifes a pussy buffet
And that's why I get m-i-a
Shut the game down so the bustas cant play
Hell yeah I splurge money
Hell yeah I act funny
Look at you like fuck you
All the shit I been thru
It's a wonder why im still here
Said I was gone but im still here
And all you bitches that left me here
Its mighty strange how you right back here

[Chorus]

[JA RULE]
I wonder why love is about money
And why wou wanna take it all from me
Honey
My life is dark but its lovely
Crimes cars cribs aint that right kelly?
(Oh oh oh oh oh oh)
Yall bitches don't know
Money aint a thang
Mami need a lil change
Girl im pitchin quarters
Closest to the arches but live in a fortress
New benzes new porsches
New cases new lawyers
im becoming the infamous notorious rule
Niggaz couldn't walk a mile in my shoes
Niggaz don't possess the heart that I do
And it's a wonder that im still here
Thought I was gone but im still here
And all you bitches that left me here
Its kinda funny how you right back there

[chorus]

[R KELLY]
Oh oh oh oh ohhhhh

. . .


(feat. Ashanti)

[18 second intro about the Bible]

[Ja Rule]
Yeah, yeah (woo!) woo (we here, geah)
C'mon (we ain't goin nowhere, c'mon)
Remix, c'mon
(now, this is Jimmy Cliff Notes)
(I'ma run through the roster man)
Let 'em know (on Murder INC)
Uhh (startin with Ashanti - owwwwwtch!)

[Chorus: Ashanti + (Ja)]
J-A-R (yeah) U-L-E (what, let 'em know)
(Who else you thought it would beeeee)
(All my bitches with me say)
J-A-R, U-L-E (what's my name, nigga?)
(Who'da thought this wouldn't, beeeee)
(Everybody with me say)

[Ja Rule]
Holla!! I'm back
Anyone with good sense bet on that
Cause I ain't never went nowhere, I still got business here
All my bitches get your hands in the air
Now BACK THAT ASS, UP ON ME - now let's roll
Go, goin, gone, sold
What's cooler than bein cool? (ICE COLD) Y'all know
that I do this for all my niggaz and my bitches
And it's murder 'til day that I die, can't spit it no more
All my niggaz that tusslin, get yours
All my bitches that's makin money, get yours
The world ain't only mine, it's yours
And I'm sure
That, there's no love if you don't go through pain
And I'm the nigga that done changed the game
What's my name?

[Chorus w/ minor changes to Ja ad libs]

[Ja Rule]
Who's that nigga?
If you feelin yourself youse that nigga, tryin to get hit up
Buried in cat litter cause that's how INC get up
Makin sure they don't get up, it's murder
Who's that bitch?
If you feelin yourself youse that bitch, tryin to get rich
Dyin to get hitched to a nigga that's caked up
Willin to spend time and even more at Jacob
But you assume position, face down, ass up
And I think I got you in that same pose pinned up
In a picture painted frame been hangin love
Ass naked, lookin like you're high on drugs
And that's whassup, what, all bitch niggaz is gettin touched
And no bad bitches is gettin fucked
Cause you know who, did you know what, if you know what's
Then you know it's not a game, what's my name?

[Chorus w/ minor changes to Ja ad libs]

[Ja Rule + (Ashanti)]
Ba-by girl, is you with me? Shit (yes sir!)
Sayin all of that without speakin a word
(I like) to do this that and a third
(And I love) the way you put in reverse
And now clap for me mami, clap back, keep it swervin
Wide body had to be built by suburban
Niggaz around lookin like they nervous, I see 'em
Niggaz around me wanna rob him and leave him
But I'm partyin tonight for one reason
Niggaz know that the bullshit was dead on the streets
Niggaz I'm gettin high, gettin head as we speak
Long live the great ones, B.I.G, P.A.C.
I'm "Ready to Die," "All Eyez on Me"
And niggaz know they can do it the same
But still they try to diss, that's part of the game
What's my name?

[Chorus w/ same as before]

[Ja Rule]
Yeah, yeah
Murder INC, all my family we here
Big shout to all my niggaz
All my crud niggaz, all my street niggaz, all my grime niggaz
All my industry niggaz, all my corporate niggaz
It's love, it's pain, and we together mayn

. . .


featuring Fat Joe and Jadakiss

[Hook - Ja Rule]
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York (New York)
I got a semi-automatic that spits next time if you talk (you talk)
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York (New York)
I got a semi-automatic that spits next time if you talk (you talk)
(And I know)

[Verse 1 - Ja Rule]
Yall niggaz is pussy, poonani, (Vagina)
Your (Monologue's) getting tired, now it's time to ride
You're print distrified, you're no longer desired
So take off them silly chains, put back on your wire
I'm on fire, holly dipped in octane
Let each coast bang, let west coast bang
And Rule gonna bring the ghetto gospel
To every 'hood possible, pushin through in the sky blue
Back with the gods you now, preferably the 4 pound
Slugs flyin at the speed of sound
Tryin to catch the ears of niggaz that's runnin their mouths
I might get my Brooklyn niggaz to run in your house
I don't really understand what the runnin's about
But we're hunters, we take pride in airin our prey out
Leavin 'em layed out, dead, in just a sport
'cause we ain't playin up here in New York

[Hook - Fat Joe]
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York (New York)
And you can tell the way the homie spit, That nigga, I'm from New York (New
York)
I got a hundred ways to make a grip, Yes, I'm from New York (New York)
And you can tell I get real ignorant, 'cause nigga, I'm from New York (New York)
(And this is how we do)

[Verse 2 - Fat Joe]
Nigga I can see the coke in your nose
This ain't a movie, even he got his head blown on the globe
And I was just about to find god
But now that Ma$e is back, I think I'd much rather find a menage
And everybody talkin crazy how they're AK spit
But we know this investigatin, and they ain't spray shit
Not me, I'm the truth homie, got the industry shook like
"Naw nigga, Joe gonna let 'em loose on me"
True Story, I'm bringin the T back
Even Roy Jones was forced to (Lean Back)
My nigga Dre said grind cook
Now we killin them Howard niggaz, who said I must of found Pun's rhyme book
Got bitches on top of the Phantom
And the pinky got bling, like the ring around Saturn
Cook coke, crack, niggaz fiend for that
And you already know the x is where the team be at

[Hook - Jadakiss]
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York (New York)
(Ruff Ryde), and (D-Block) and shit, Nigga fuck what you thought (you thought)
And you can't take shit for granted, because life is too short (too short)
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York
(Aha, and this is how we do)

[Verse 3 - Jadakiss]
I swear it couldn't be sweeter, Life's a bitch
Depending on how you treat her, you might get rich
It's guaranteed you gonna die, you might get missed
For maybe 2 or 3 hours, 'til they light their spliffs
And that coke will get you a long time
But when I let 'em know the dope is out, it's like America Online
Wise has awoken
And you know they say that you deserved it whenever you die with your eyes open
I still hold a title, because I'm in the hood like them little motorcycles
Stick up kids, hoppin out with them old rifles
Just doin shit for nothin, it's so spiteful
Ha I'm just like you
Word that niggaz wanna murk you is in the air
A double shot of yak and the purple is in the air
And I'm not cocky, I'm confident
So when you tell me I'm the best it's a compliment

[Hook - Jadakiss]
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York (New York)
(Ruff Ryde), and (D-Block) and shit, Nigga fuck what you thought (you thought)
And you can't take shit for granted, because life is too short (too short)
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York

. . .



[Ja Rule]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You talk too much shit
You know niggaz always talkin bout bitches ain't shit
Money over bitches
But give all our money to the bitches any fuckin way
(I love my bitch) So I'ma send some love out
to the bitches, holla

[Verse One]
Shit, here's somethin to remember
When we met that day in September
But, you've been gone since November
Had to finish out yo' last college semester
Her major - brokerage investor
She probably go broke tryin to invest her
time and money in somethin that she call love
Cause, she love fuckin with thug niggaz
That alwasy get high and had to be drug dealers
Eventually, she hooked up with some hood bitches
The hood bitches turned her on to strippin
Now the, gettin is good and it's well understood
That money on the wood can make things get harder
Be glad I'm not a pimp, if I was I'd charge ya
But for all that you go through, just thought I'd let you know
Hoes need love too, I'm fuckin witchu

[Chorus: Ja Rule]
Niggaz need to read the man-u-al
To seperate your housewife from a hoe
Cause there's no rules to this shit here
Am I makin myself clear?
What she don't know won't hurt her y'all
So keep big pimpin on the low
Cause there's no rules to what I do
And I know, hoes need love too

[Verse Two]
You know what they say right? Bitches ain't shit
And all men are dogs cause we just wanna fuck
Sundown to sun up, one up on a hoe
I might go down on the low, that's just me though
From L-A-X to Heathrow, I'm one of them niggaz
that really doesn't need no, introduction
When I met her she was "Girl, Interrupted"
Grew up became a woman not to be trusted
Frustrated and flustered, living amongst
these thieves hoes and hustlers, I'm diggin what's next
She had a studio apartment in the projects
With her and her girl from D.C. used to bus checks
And hold the coke, her niggaz ain't sold yet
In hopes the copes don't know about all this
Shiiiiit, for all that you go through
Just wanna let you know, hoes need love too

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
Fake nails, fake breasts, fake eyes too
It's oh-four, and that's kinda what we used to
But you don't holla back like you used to, but I ain't mad at cha
I'm happy for a bitch, even if I can't have her
I remember when you was down in Atlanta
Workin gentlemen's clubs and you didn't even know what a gentlemen was
Forty to love and I wanna serve
That body like Serena's with less curves
But actions speak louder than words, and you gettin your money
Mami every month, 15th and 1st
Shit could be worse, you could be in the struggle
Or born with no ass and have nothin to hustle
Go on flex your muscle, cause that ain't the case is it?
Go on get your paper keep flossin on these bitches
Cause for all that you go through
Just thought I'd let you know, hoes need love too, I'm fuckin witchu

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

[Ja Rule]

. . .


(feat. Claudette Ortiz)

Yeah..
It's still Murder, I.N.C.

[repeat 4X]
[Ja] I got you mami
[CO] I got you daddy

[Chorus: Claudette Ortiz]
Let's get this party started
Throw your drink up and move your body
But you can't get up on it
'til I see you work harder for it
C'mon, let's get it started
Don't you leave me all hot and bothered
You want me? Come grab it
Show me that you got me daddy

[Ja Rule]
I got you ma, workin in New York City
It's Satuday Night Live, and I'm hot so bear with me
Plus a little tired from the time zone switches
But right on time to hit a club for a minute
I get in and get a table, get bottles, some bitches
come over, they claimin they models
Until they want a drink they ain't even know who I was
Until I took my hat off, and then they started backin that ass up
Whoa! She did this dance with her hands up
Then she touched her toes and made my thing stand up
Type of chick that'll have a nigga in handcuffs
Taste but don't swallow, look but don't touch
Forbidden, not to be eaten, but she is
feedin me rotten apples that fall from the tree
Why don't we leave, just us three, and get acquainted
Mama I'm just playin - but I'm sayin

[Chorus]

[Ja Rule]
I got you ma, I'm in L.A., I'm the latest
Caught the last flight in from JFK
Baggage claim sign read R-U-L-E
Takin me straight to the party so I can get started
Rubbin on bitches like full body massages
And takin dead aim on all open targets
Soon as I walk in I see the one
that I wanna be humpin, bouncin, and grindin on
Her lowrider sit low, you can see her thong
And she like to get low on her favorite songs
I'm like don't stop, get it get it, let me get up on it
Let me see how bad you really want it
like, them cold nights when you're hot and lonely
Give me your pager, pick up a phone and call me
I was thinkin that maybe we could have an orgy
Mama I'm just playin - but I'm sayin

[Chorus]

[Ja Rule]
I got you ma, and Miami's the scene
Filled with fast women when they stop intervene
Tanned up and their walk is mean
I don't wonder how she got in, I want her out of them jeans
It seems, me and my team got a routine habit
Of gettin rid of sweaters as soon as we snag 'em
In the club, gettin high, relaxin
I see a few asses that's pacin backwards my way
The DJ spinnin it backwards
Givin shouts to actors, athletes and rappers
Now, let's get it crackin, you know how it happen
After the party there's an afterparty happenin
(Let's get this party started)
Ain't that what you said, or am I hearin things?
Is you drunk, cause you look like you swerve in both lanes
Mama I'm just playin - but I'm sayin

[Chorus]

[Ja Rule]
I got you ma, y'know
Whenever, Murder INC

. . .



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

[Chorus]
They cool but they ain't R.U.L.E.
They do, but dont do it like me
Nobody, nobody, Does it Like R.U.L.E.
They do but dont do it like me
Nobody, nobody, Does it Like R.U.L.E.

[Verse 1]
Nobodys livin life the way that I live it
Nobodys spittin and doin it, I spit it
But who fuckin admitted
I'm one of the bigger biggest of niggaz that done did it
Been hated and delt wit it, when agents tap in my lyrics
So by the time that they hear it, the crime's already committed
Natural Born Killa, but that I'm already and then
Murdah was the case, but I-N-C's been aquitted
The Agency's gettin livid, They wanted us to be finished
But we got unfinished business, Sned God as my witness
This is another testimony to my life and my story
Askin you hoes, Why should I talk when I got guns to speak for me
Dont come at me homie, Especially tryin to act like you know me
Only if you can control me, Know where you been choosen befor me
To sit in ya grave, homie dig it, I'm hearin its lonely, But see
Nobody...Does it...Like Me! And they know it they cant spit it the same
But still they try, cuz thats part of the game, WHUTS MY NAME?!

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
These niggaz incredible, throughout the ghettos of America
People, see these window I see through
Off they mirror they evil, jealous bullshit that men do
Had I known it was you, there'd be no clue on who done killed you
Like when Kane murdahd Able, Niggaz must have been able
To put caine through they nasals, They so high they see angels
I see life from all angels, tangled, webs and weaves
Now niggaz is able to kill like Kane all over the streets
100 degrees Ferenheite, hot as the hottest summer night
Heatin up desperatly in the need of some ice, I'm nice
Nobodys quite like, flow like rare blood types
I be wrong if I'm right, right if I'm wrong, I was the RULE born
When my legacy is left through my boys maiden name live on RULE
Niggaz is foolish tryin to do whut I do, Cuz see
Nobody...Does it...Like me! And they know it they cant do it the same
But still they try, cuz thats part of the game WHUT MY NAME?!


. . .

True Story (Skit)

[Нет текста]

. . .


(feat. Lloyd, Alexus)

[Ja Rule Intro:]

Word to mother to my nigga Buck 3000 on the boards!
Holla back!
They be killing it know what I mean big boy!
Know what I'm sayin Ayo!
Ayo Jodi!
Hey you can tell somebody to go downstairs to the car and she get that bottle of
Vouth
Out the back of the back for me baby I needa get right before I do dis hea!

Haaaaaaaaaaaa

[(Chorus) Lloyd and Alxeus]
Why me and you
Had to meet, talk, fuck and get caught up
What we been through
It's enough to get any man
Caught up
I'm feelin you
And I'm feeling we should both be free
If we were through
Just imagine what life be without me

[Ja]
Mami, I put my best foot forward though it's kinda awkward
Cuz ya pigeon-toed and bold-legged.
But you ain't too proud to beg.
First time we got alone, you gave me some head.
And been callin me ever since
To do it again.
When we met you was a seventy straight with a ten
And I am ya lucky quarter
And the days get shorter the nights get longer
You know when the weather is cold Feelings grow stronger
Wanna perform her pussy feel like walking pneumonia
Got me Snifflin, Sneezing, Coughin, and Aching and shit.
And I'm startin to think I'm fallen in love with this bitch.
I'm having dreams about her jeans and how they fit.
And the 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.

[Chorus 1X]

[Ja]
Why me?
Beta yet why
You and I?
Why I always pick the ones not in they right minds
And crazy.
Singing dangerously in love this a dangerous broad I'm fuckin
Like Al is the Scent of a Woman
That got me playin hardball
Like ya'll couldn't.
Excuse my intruding.
I don't mean to be rude
But our situation is kinda amusing.
Cuz we both like each other
But scared of each other.
I's like we more than friends
And less than lovers.
And my niggaz can't tell us
What we been doin is wrong
And ya girls getting jealous
Cuz we been getting along.
Hold on!
This is how it all begins
You call your friends
I'll call my friends.
We'll all be friends
And hang out at the mansion
At the Hamptons on weekends.
Then it all ends.
And the question is

[Chorus 1X]

[Lloyd]
Have you even been touched like I touch ya?
Been held like I hold ya?
Been loved like I love ya?
Be Real.
Be Real.
Have you ever been seen like I see ya?
Been heard how I hear ya?
Been felt how I feel ya?
Be Real.
Be Real.

[Ja]
Girl ya my (Sunshine)
But sometimes it gets a little cloudy
Don't it?
Them sunny days
See the sunrise
And wish that it could hit yaFace it.
I'd be great
To get up every morning
To eggs and steak.
But you can't be late
So we separated on good terms
And no ones concerned
About who ya been fuckin
And who ya fucked last.
But when I see ya still my question to ask is.


. . .


(feat. Blackchild)

[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

. . .



[Chorus]
(I never thought)
That you would fall in love with this side of me first
(That I'd be)
Intrigued with the thought of the gift and the curse
(Without ya)
And now your heart broke and it's making it worse
(Why Me, Why Me)
WHY ME
(I never thought)
That you would be involved with a nigga like I
(That I'd be)
Scared to look passion right in it's eyes
(Without ya)
And when you found love it was nothing but lies
(Why Me, Why Me)
Why, who would've thought

[Verse]
What the fuck is ya hobby mami highway robbery
cuz u got enough jewelry on ya body to buy a Farari
i'm like Ruben i'm sorry but I dont studder
matter fact call me Frank Love cuz i'd love to fuck ya
she said slow baby dont rush
I promise if u be patient i'll let u tear it up
and nigga sho nuff
we decided to keep in touch with each other u feel me
I didnt know we'd be touching ??
i'm surious, and i'm so sincure
my object is to stay in the clear
cuz we find fuck and flee these broads round here
I done made so many women shed so many tears
sittin home all alone getting drunk off of shots of bathome
decided to call let her feelings be known
in a slurred tone, she said I always get what I want
and what I want is u, but I dont get it cuz...

[Chorus]

Girl our, situation is getting a little out of my hands
u calling me constant telling bitches that i'm ya man
I thought we was just friends conversating
gettin to know one another on a friendly basis
lets face it we from two different worlds that dont collide
but when they do the crash is more like a biz-omb
your favorite seasons bigati and mines is summer
u use credit I rubber band wrap my hundreds
what we got in common is minimal right next to nothin
and I think that's whats subliminally keepin u comin
back to the one u been fuckin but never thought you'd be fuckin
how often do u think about the awkwardness of it
I know u love it to say the least
and I aint just sayin that contrary to some beliefs opposites attract
and my track record is something to be expected
money cash hoes u know how it goes

[Chorus]

Who would have thought that something so simple would turn out to be detriminal
now i'm feeling like i'm caught in the middle
of this love triangle between she me and reality
reality is tellin us that we could never be
cuz I come from the streets and u come from a rich family
but I dont think that your family would understand me
it's the little things u overlook when you're around me
drugs guns bitches and needless to say
you're a pimp in your own way
baby you're makin it hard for me to look in your eyes and tell u to move on
i'm gone (i'm gone)
but then i'm back again
money and good pussy's a fatal attraction for men
she hits me every night quarter past ten
and with every call her voice got a little more intense
now we involved and it really dont make no sense
so be careful what u ask for u just might get it biaaaatch!


. . .



Yea
This one goes out
To all my niggaz across the world
Going through that struggle
Feeling that pain
We wit you my niggaz
But no matter what God has planned for us
Know this
Life goes on

[Chorus]
I pour out the liquor for (ohh)
I wish I wish I wish for (yea)
For all my niggaz that's dead and gone (ohh yea)
I'ma see you when I get there (life goes on)
I pour out the liquor for (ohh)
I wish I wish I wish for (yea)
For all my niggaz that's dead and gone (ohh yea)
I'ma see you when I get there (life goes on)

They say kill or be killed's the only way to live these days
So how come only my hood niggaz live this way
We put together the puzzle but still stuck in a maze
I put it all in perspective cause I'm coming of age
28 and I see more niggaz go to the grave
More mommas in pain
More murals wit names (ey)
Sometimes you look to the Lord to blame
And pray everyday wishing that things could change
Cause I'm just wishing you was here my niggaz
Wish that you could be wit me to ball my niggaz
Send a sign I'm on call niggaz
Promise to pick me up if I fall my niggaz
The way I wish y'all was still alive (I know)
Through memories y'all still alive (and I know)
Through my eyes in my mind you'll live 4 ever

[Chorus]

I pour it out 4 my niggaz that's dead and gone
As 4 my niggaz in prison I throw it up cause I'm riding for 'em
*Big Black and *Lil Will them there my niggaz still
*Mu Tah and *Lil Itchy you know a nigga miss you
*Tron and *Lil Al *Bam *Skeet and *Younger Al
*Tron and *Lil Trap I wish y'all was still here
And I ain't a heard a word for more than 10 years
I feel that if I'd been there, he's still be here
But I'ma hold it down and ain't gon' cry about it
Cause I'ma holla atcha I'll see you in the next life
And I'll still be that same nigga
Still doin thug thizzle
Wearing the same ol' Dickies
Then we can drink the same Henny
Cause back then that's how we did it
So how could I 4get it
My three daughters and goals out the doors
I lost in the struggle
My homie and my oldest brother

[Chorus]

What part of the game is this my nigga
Wish you was wit me in my 6 my nigga
While you was flipping them bricks I figure
I been flooding the streets wit hits my nigga
You told me give it my heart
I gave it my love
I gave it my life
But you was my blood
You bringing me pain dawg
But I'm on the grind
I'm trying to stay focused
I'm losing my mind
I'm missing you dearly
I wish you was here dawg
Fucking these hoes wit me
But instead I'm in tears
But when you passed it rained
And God's tears took away the fucking pain
So look man (ey)
I can't cry no more
You died once and you can't die no more (no more) (shit)
So they can't stop me now
The only way is if they pop me now
I'ma hold it down

[Chorus]

Damn
Y'all niggaz got me feelin this shit in here man
V- I miss you
It's aiight tho
Life goes on
No matter what
Life goes on, right?
I wanna say to all my peoples
All my niggaz
All my family
Just in case I don't get a chance to
I love y'all

. . .


(feat. Lloyd)

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

[Ja Rule]
Kids get killed in ghettos, shot up over the car limos
While they mom was at home, tears hittin the pillow
Where women in the middle in a serminal funereal
Shed a tear cause he lost his son the same way a year ago
It's the same egospiritual, we thuggin in harmony
They say death brings life, there exchange no robbery
If I'm wrong pardon me, me I'm just tired of poverty
Why them niggaz in the hood never hit the lottery
Unless they go lottery, first round in the draft
First we dustin off the rounds and we slip in the mag'
Then we slip on the masks, and go out and mash
And we call it feeding our family
Ya'll call it a tragedy, Damn
How I could just kill a man
His blood flow like a river and rinse his blood off of my hand
If you hearing me speak please Lord give me a chance
Please forgive me of my sins, cause we cleansed where I'm from

[Chorus - Lloyd]
Me and my niggaz ride
Even when the sun don't shine and its cold outside
I never run in or hide, cause some niggaz hate it
But I can't get faded cause I done made it
Instead of struggling or strive
Survive my weight how these ghetto streets of mine
This is coming from Where I'm From (I'm from)
We all walk back in line (yeah)

[Ja Rule]
Now everybody know that everybody said nobody can hide from beef
Except but us, who surprised when these kids get killed on the streets
Look how these animals eat that's how they talk bout us
While they shed they joke and laugh puttin a choke round us
Can I get a moment of SILENCE
Cause they claimin it's the niggaz 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 these snitch's get to talking and it's colder than ours
Cuffed and crimed on the bus heading straight to the Island
He was only 13, but tried us in the dope and as high as the coast
Cause ain't no more children in the ghetto where I'm from

[Chorus]

[Ja Rule]
We ain't all killers in prison
Matter fact that's a stereo typical thought of livin
Cause they don't know about the hood and them love in it
Summer time top down with the wood finish
Pushin hard uptown windows slightly tinted
Back to back Benz and jeeps, blowin weed with my niggaz
On our way to a house party, gonna fuck with some bitchs
Let's get some liquor for shorty who said she make us some chicken
And if we get 'em drunk enough we probably could freak em, and do it every
other weekend
If I don't have to kill niggaz, I never would leave the ghetto
I'm like an angel that put on a halo, cradle the grave of my niggaz that we
lost in the ghetto
Cause where I'm from in the ghetto we rock white tee's and nike's
Roll 3 dice and name our dope ice cream
Set trends and ya'll follow our lead
But in New Yitti niggaz follow they dreams, where I'm from

[Chorus]

Now I lay me down and sleep
And I pray to the Lord, for my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake
Pray to the Lord, for my soul to take (Pray to the Lord, for my soul to take)


. . .


(feat. Black Child, Caddillac Tah, Young Merc)

[Caddillac Tah]
Yeah..
Yeah, yeah, yo
I got a knack for pushin crack, and cookin raw coke
Fresh off the boat, no vest but I tote, and wear it like a coat
I'm starin through the scope, with one eye open and one shut
Zero in on the target, spark him and watch his head bust
Ain't shit to discuss, unless it's moneybags
or the SK-8, drop Jag with funny tags
Homey laugh now but die later when the lead dump
And double barrel slugs like Elmer Fudd, I'm handsome

[Black Child]
Some of your favorite rappers is flamin, I'm bangin things at them
They claim they gangster, lettin mens give brains to them
I aim the stainless, let the games begin
Bang bang dangerous, my gun gang famous
My hoes don't speak english, catch 'em at the foreign money exchange
New Armani leather in the Range
When you see my gang, tuck in your chain
We stuck in the game, we fuckin the same, bang!

[Chorus: INC]
[Merc] I'm bout my money and bout my business (bang!)
[B.C.] Shout out my niggaz en route to riches (bang!)
[B.C.] I doubt we different, hustlers pitchin (bang!)
[B.C.] And we all gon' get away, all my niggaz say
[Merc] I'm bout my money and bout my business (yeah!)
[B.C.] Whatta, bout my bitches who mouth is ridiculous (yeah!)
[B.C.] Gettin money and nigga it's insignificant (yeah! what?)
[B.C.] Always get your pay, I love it when I hear 'em say

[Black Child]
It's back to business, stackin riches
If you, act suspicious, it's a Wrap like Reynolds
Black Continental, mac outta the window
Black's out of his mental, I black out with pistols
It ain't confidential, all the shit I been through
Now I'm gettin money and a mill' is essential
Bang bang, nigga, 'til the day we die
A tooth for a tooth and a eye for a eye

[Caddillac Tah]
Nigga you know it's, business befo' pleasure, money over chicks
Dummies in the clip, nickel on my hip patrollin through the strip
Bet a stack, head crack, no rollin to the six
Scoop up my chips, then I split, with my beautiful bitch
Like Jada Pinkett Smith, for that paper I leave stinkin and stiff
Your pinky and wrist, and your necklace
Get removed nigga, my wolves is playin hardball
Leavin him bloody like a Pelican Bay yard brawl

[Chorus]

[Ja Rule]
Who wanna know why I got so much beef with so many rappers?
Drama, it's the INC redrum spun backwards
Karma, is a muh'fucker watch your actions
Cause the clip to the max slips in bananas
I catch fire like matches {*whew*} then blow out
And the flyest crews goin the fastest
Pull up to the hottest club in New York, with my hazards on
No tags, I just drove it off the showroom floor
Straight cash, bout my paper, I'm on my gangster
Doin this shit for ten years, niggaz I'm major
Maybach and all that, same behaviour
Money over bitches, bitches over strangers
Guns befo' bangers but bangers do
For niggaz that had enough and ain't got no clue
that they can get slayed, flex and get sprayed
And spin they head like yo' hottest DJ's, motherfuckers!

[Chorus]


. . .



[Chorus]
Nobody loves me
Sometimes the world can seem so cold
Looking through the windows of my soul
I see, the true fan now I know (I know, I know, I know)
Y'all gotta love me
When the weight of the world was on my shoulders
You were there
When it got heavy, I held it
You were there
The ones that stood by me like soldiers
You were there

I know you love me

[Verse One]
But I'm still waiting for the Lord to come hug me
Send a sign or somethin'
This is all for nothin'
The talent and Passion of mine
I'm sick of sufferin'
I know your plans is greater than mine
So I'm asking
Why do you want me dead or alive
And how could you let the people see me through the enemy's eyes
Like, jealousy, envy, Feds wanna convict Gotti
I'm thinking probably we was gettin' too much money
Too many niggaz in whips sittin' on 20's
Too much connections to the streets, y'all niggaz doin' somethin'
And after overall assumptions, or it's all or nothin'
Ain't nothin' stopping the second coming, except the coffin
I may be incased, but even from there I still touch 'em
niggaz 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

[Chorus]

[Verse Two]

But what's love, when your friends become enemies
Your nightmares are no longer your worst dreams
And as bad as everything seems
Keep hustling
We gon' get it by any means
How unfortunate, January the sixth
Federal officers, raided our offices
Making it hard for us to eat, and breathe, and live
And they swear they got niggaz asking for relief
They've been handin' down indictments for about a year
And they send nobody to jail yet, we still in the clear
And the Bible that said, "Thou shall not fear no man but God"
Whoever said that, ain't never faced the law
And why all this fake ?? going on
I'm fighting niggaz, swingin' back against the wall
That's for my niggaz that can't be here
For every tear, send my a prayer, I swear

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
How could you hate me, why would the Lord forsake me
Put the weight of the world on my shoulders
I thinkin' I could brush it off and nobody notice
Keep raisin' my kids: Britney, Jeffry, and Jordan
Keep coppin' new whips: Bentleys, Benzes, and Porshes
My niggaz, and my fans is the only thing of importance
It's crazy how the world turns
Sometimes, you gotta light up and let it burn
Sweep up your ashes, put 'em up in a urn
On a mantle from memories
I hear you callin' me, Lord knows you love me
The Passion of Rule is so real, just lend me your ear
You'll feel what I feel, you'll tear when I tear
The vision's real clear, just look in my eyes
I believe in putting my life in the hands of God
For all my niggaz that can't be here
For every tear, send me a prayer, I swear

[Chorus]

[Outro]

You know..... I give love to all my niggaz
Murder Inc. fam, my nigga Gotti, what up nigga
I nigga Prim, we with you niggaz
Been with a nigga, roll with a nigga
My whole carreer and shit
All the fans, fucking with a nigga
All my Rocafella, Terror Squad niggaz
My Def Jam fam, my Ruff Ryder niggaz
Dessert Storm niggaz, Bad Boy niggaz
Thugged Out Entertainment niggaz
My Slip-n-Slide fam, my Rap-a-Lot mafia niggaz
What up Prince? My niggaz from The Source
My fam, my nigga Zino, what's happenin' playa
Dave. All my niggaz at radio, retail, all the DJ's
You know what it is. All my Boston niggaz, Atlanta niggaz
All my New York niggaz, what's happenin' you know
All my niggaz down in Houston, Primo, down in Detroit
All my L.A. niggaz, L.A. My Death Row family
What up Suge? All my Miami niggaz, what up Ump
My nigga Freddy V, what's happenin' nigga?
Cool Joe, Soul, I see you, One Stizzy, what up nigga?
My wife, my kids, I know you love me
All my gangsta niggaz, all my bitches, hehe..... Rule
My nigga Buck from the boards
I got my family out here and shit
My nigga Burns, L Murda, J.R. Lil' Amber
Nothin' but love. My brother Denzel D. what up nigga?
My nigga Artie, Den-Ten, Hotzone, what up?
My nigga Sun, what up nigga? Fred, what's happenin'? HOLLA
Slig, what's goin' on, nigga? O-Easy, my nigga Black
Jodi, we here niggaz. Black Child, I see you
My nigga Lac, what up Caddy?
My nigga Jimi Hendrix, one of the best
Lloyd, what happenin' nigga? We been killin' 'em this year, huh?
My nigga Gutter, B Gizzy, Ashanti, what up baby girl?
C. Gotti what up? My nigga Phanter
My Leg Rock family, Jeff Don. All my Hollywood niggaz
All my niggaz, my nigga Nicholas, my nigga Todd
Short man, Santana the God
Wanna give a special shout to the woman who made me
Made all this possible, Debra, my moms
And the woman who made her, Mary, I love y'all

. . .


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