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I know you niggaz ain't fuckin' with me
[Hook] How dare these niggaz try to fuckin hate on me Come out and make records sound just like me But nobody does this here quite like me Now let me tell a little something 'bout me Pops tags, things fresh to death like me Who pulls more whips out the stash than me Y'all bitches wanna ride, c'mon it's on me I guess it's my time, all eyes is on me [Verse one] Man everybody wanna rhyme like Rule, sing like Rule Talk some shit to get they name on the news Papers, haters never pay they dues Always got to be in somebdy shoes Walk with me, or ride this on Bentley With the rims you can sit in Or the Enzo with them TV's that's hidden I stay in menages with various women Huh, I'm just kiddin' that's not how I'm livin' The realest, the nigga in the realest state I got real estates in different states, go figure Cause I ain't singing you'se a +Gold Digger+ But bitches, +you ain't fuckin' with no broke niggaz+ That's why I ride, ain't you see I put you on the CLS We on the point your voice sound like sex, yes There's no real way to stop me, that's why y'all copy I know you niggaz ain't fuckin' with me [Hook] [Verse two] Yea, I know, one more gin, bitch you better come on in Relax a while, sip on hypno and henn I like your style, you're so old school In them Sasson Vidals, fiftyfour eleven Reebok classics Remind me of '87 when Niggaz was playing with blocks like little kids and Even though we men we still big wheelin' Still cop cribs, six beds, four baths, high ceilings All of the art of drug-dealin' cause every mil Is two for me, when it's all tax-free Pray for God's children, all except for me I'mma walk in the path the Lord has paved for me One foot at a time, niggaz follow my footsteps Put the world on my shoulders, leave one set of footprints Man, y'all motherfuckers can't stop me, that's why y'all copy I know you niggaz ain't fuckin' with me [Hook] [Verse three] I know what niggaz to do right, can't do no wrong And everything's alright, then lyrically goes wrong No part to piss in, no shoulder to cry on You get to thinkin' why can't we let by-gones be by-gones Rule the icon, who killed the industry like iPods Had these niggaz runnin' like track stars Except runnin' backwards when I sit back rollin' the backwoods Loadin' my trey-duece for them niggaz that act hood Ridin' my six-duece uptown, I'm so hood Bitches love the coupes when them doors swing upwards Money long, I'm putting from the green like T-Woods ?? is not to be confused with white good White gold should never be percieved as platinum And cubic-zirconia never gon' shine like diamonds Cause, no matter how hard they copy, they still not me Y'all bitch niggaz ain't fuckin' with me [Hook] |
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IT'S MURDA! Yeah yeah, Hova Hova We takin over soldier, told ya it's murdaa I'm here for that paper playa, fuck one time I'm here ta break ya playa one nine Make ya scream and holla partner When I block ya partner When I squeeze niggaz breathe like ahh-hah, ahh-hah We the realest niggaz we killaz niggaz We Murderers, feel us? Vita Vita to all of my bitches that's ready to flip dollars dollars Lemme hear you holla holla Gunshots pop up like it's murda Ja's a murdera I'm the murderous bitch Semi semi automatic in my Fendi Fendi bag for any any hoes feelin envy envy if you choose to but I got some killers that'll bury and use you It's murda!! Nigga we do this for the doe doe, hurtin hurtin Y'all niggaz is curtains curtains When the pound kick, round spit hit the ground quick Playa playa I hate a hater whose flow flow is so-so Midget niggaz who grow slow Fire fire when I spit, full clip Niggaz wet em wet em whoever holdin the coke we'll dead em dead em All my thug niggaz and thug bitches This all it takes for paper if you feelin me (holla holla) All my niggaz thats ready to get (dollars dollars) Bitches know who can get em a little (hotta hotta) Come on, if you rollin wit me (follow follow) It's murda.. Yeah, yeah Niggaz neva neva, seen a killa like Bleek You could get it get it in a second on these streets Now it's Memphis Memphis and my gun bust tremendous You aint you aint on my dick shorty but yo friend is It's murda murda for life Me and Ja nigga hold that hold that Niggaz ain't ready to die with us get it get it Make em feel it feel it all 16 comin from my .45 digits Make you holla black cal is all about a dolla Dollars dollars nigga I'm from homocide Hollis Hate hoes that love to swallow swallow We original robbers robbers wit revolvers Sippin Henny and Remi and Remi wit any Wit Tah spittin the semi spittin the semi In any anybody could spit it spit it e but can he live it live it It's murda motherfucker don't forget it! Murda murda, yo, yo-yo yo Now what you 'bout to do? Lay you out on a stretcher I betcha that when I get ya I'll make y'all niggaz leak from my lyrical lecture and treasure the moment feel pleasure from when I wet ya (WHAT!) Split ya cardiovascular up from the bullets we sent ya Listen we dishin our flava we cookin da kitchen (what!) Like we cookin and breakin our la-ast pot we got to piss in I'm bout to cop an ounce of weed (how many wanna chip in?!) And get a bunch of wild murderin niggaz time is all we need to be flippin Neva eva before fore Whatever reason you think you law Lord tell em I'ma nigga that clip it cock it and dead em I'ma behead em for no flow, wet em if they dry slow Funny style niggaz I'll lift like lo-lo's Then pimp yo broke hoes (whoa!) I'ma I'ma pop pop and leave leave niggaz gagged and shot Why why the fuck not I'm a Murderer murderin any and everything that's in my way holla holla |
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It's Murda... (ha ha ha) It's Murda... we back up in this muthafucka! It's Murda... y'all know who we be Yeah, aiyyo don't let me catch ya runnin from the back of BET either nigga (my nigga Fatal on tha muthafuckin ones and twos) Holla back you bitch ass niggaz Yo, cock sucka', I get squat and post and cocked tha nina' In tha five series beamer, dump and lean ya I fell off on a misdemeanor, ride red over black madina's Take crazy for genuis, hated like Jesus Christ My weakness have always been bad bitches and new bills with krisis', my thesis more than extrordinary And that nigga that got shot nine times can tell ya that I don't give a fuck I don't give a fuck, god may I ask yo' permission to take his life This is a man be "I" N-C to R-U-L-E extrordinary, one for tha ages when then sawed off with tha front of them gauges To engage in combat To send you and 'fem' where yo moms at Motherfucka you hear that And I ain't talkin about them heaven from skies I'm talkin' about them fire from nines Or maybe the fifty cal. cause you like five-oh Or maybe somewhere in Cal where you like to lay low You bitch made, and I heard about that bitch you be slayin layin up with, some where off of Sunset Y'all haven't heard yet that nigga change is "Loose" And I got "Proof" get it, I got "Proof" Yo vest is no use when we cock and flame It's Murda, (yeah) murda incorporated (ha ha) It's Murda (yeah) Hussein Fatal nigga (It's Murda) Muthafuckas... Rule' these niggas crazy, reppin' him without me "A.I" ain't in tha click, believe they won't win without me Yo, I'm small lil' homies, frail but bold went from base to some bullshit like "Jalen Rose" Got my blind D-O-G's readin' brail and coats keep tha heat in tha winter I can't tell it's cold Clean my set, pieced out flame tha tec Throw shots out niggas catch like "Wayne Cherbet" Son of a gangsta, Talk dirty son I'm a bang ya I'm tha truth with tha ox, keep gum on tha banger Hussein, the only reason hoes chase tha thugs Nigga blade part two I got tha taste for blood Log on Fatal.com, see fatal drop bombs more militant minded then y'all faded with 'Pac rhymes Clucthing tha stick beam, suckin' tha stick green Out tha window or tha sunroof, buckin' tha sixteen You ain't a gangsta 'Em', this is gangsta shit And "50" you ain't nuthin' but a gangsta bitch "Pac'" would have never did no song with no wanksta snicth He confusin' ya'll he ain't tha shit We sex, money and murda you niggas Ain't no playin' around with this rap shit banana clip, mack's spit bodies rap up in plastic This tha city where tha skinny niggas die (no) You heard my dogs this is tha city where tha skinny niggas ride nigga... Plaaattt... Hussein tha don Believe we got this shit poppin' in this muthafucka Rule' it's good... And we into tha muthafuckin' club you punk niggas walkin out Brick city, Rule, Rap- alot- mafia! Murda! Yound D', Merc, Exsaless, These niggas ain't ready for this gansta shit right here We been doing this shit for a long time Ya'll niggas got the streets confused nigga we been on this gansta thug shit Bitch ass niggas you know what it is every time we touch tha muthafuckin booth nigga It's gonna be fire, fire on you niggas asses Niggas better gracefully bow tha fuck out nigga Hussein Fatal' nigga, Rap-alot-mafia, nigga M.I.B nigga, murder inc bosses, Rule' we here baby, brick city jerses mafia Yeah...Shadow...let's get it... |
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Where would I be without my baby The thought alone might break me And I don't wanna go crazy But every thug needs a lady Girl it feel like you and I been mourning together Inseparable, we chose pain over pleasure For that you'll forever be a, part of me Mind body and soul ain't no I in we (baby) When you cry who wipes your tears When you scared, who's telling you there's nothin to fear Girl I'll always be there When you need a shoulder to lean on Never hesitate knowing you can call on, your soul-mate And vice versa, that's why I be the first to See Jacob's and frost your wrist up Now you owe me, I know you're tired of being lonely So baby girl put it on me Where would I be without you (uh) I only think about you (yeah) I know you're tired of being lonely (lonely) So baby girl put it on me (put it on me) Yo, and I appreciate the rocks and gifts that you cop me baby And that house on the hill when you drop like 80 On a down payment thinking damn ain't life gravy And ever since for my honey I been twice the lady What would I do without the nights that you kept me warm When this cold world had a girl caught in a storm And I accept when you riff when you caught in the wrong And respect when you flip, 'cause our love is strong And when you hit the block, I watch for 10-4 And when my pops asleep you snuck in the backdoor Baby boy we been down since junior high So when life get hot in july it's the world against you and I We ballin', tied together and never Heart from the heart, knew that it would last forever When you told me, you would never leave me lonely So baby boy put it on me Since we met it's been you and I A tear for a tear, baby eye for an eye And you know that my heart gon cry If you leave me lonely Cuz you not just my love you my homie Who's gonna console me, my love I'm outta control hold me, my love Cause I'm yours And I don't wanna do nothin to hurt my baby girl If this was our world it'd be all yours, baby The thought alone might break me And I don't wanna go crazy Cause every thug needs a lady (yeah, yeah) I feel you baby cause them eyes ain't lying Wash away all the tears there be no more crying (baby) And you complete me, and I would die if you ain't wit me So baby girl put it on me Where would I be without you (uh) I only think about you (yeah) I know you're tired of being lonely (lonely) So baby girl put it on me (put it on me) Where would I be without you (uh) I only think about you (yeah) I know you're tired of being lonely (lonely) So baby girl put it on me (put it on me) - |
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When I cry you cry We cry together Said I cry you cry We cry together Said I cry you cry We cry together Said I cry you cry We cry together I love my life I love my wife A bad time to prevail it overwhelmed me I'm livin in hell but livin wealthy And know these hoes love me Because I'm a star I can't even cop a drink at the bar Get me some bottles of that Remi Martin Let's get the party Cracking right here fuck V I P Now when my baby loves me Home wit tears in her eyes And when I get in I hurt her more by tellin her lies She ain't surprise at me Just surprised that we Been together for this long And I can be The one to mistreat her Thought it last forever Cuz if I cry you cry We cry together When I cry you cry We cry together Said I cry you cry We cry together Said I cry you cry We cry together Said I cry you cry We cry together From what I recall we was little niggas Cuttin school gettin high wit da hottest bitches Livin life so free That we ain't fearin The ills of the world In heat of drug dealin You and I then made a killin And tuck together I this land of forbidden treasure Love is the only evil seed that could sever A tied this close Not the love between us but your love for the dough You went OT started makin M O N E Why All my good niggas gotta die But shit could last forever I wish death was pleasure Cuz when you die I cried we cried together When I cry you cry We cry together Said I cry you cry We cry together Said I cry you cry We cry together Said I cry you cry We cry together Wash away your tears my love You ain't gotta cry no more my love I'm putting on everything out my love And my pain it's my love And I want This world to smile for me Don't shed a tear cuz the nigga died happily My momma warned me life was a muthafucka But I ignored the warning and kept on hustlin And every night she just looked at me Tears in her eyes and they be saying shit like I don't want me baby to die Brought so much pain into a life Gotta make it better Cuz when ma cried I cried We cried together When I cry you cry We cry together Said I cry you cry We cry together Said I cry you cry We cry together Said I cry you cry We cry together You cry then I cry Then we cry When he cries I cry together together When I cry then you cry Then we'll cry together Baby cuz when Ja cries Mo cries We'll cry together If he cry I'll cry Then we'll cry together |
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Yeah yeah yeah We all my Yeah C'mon c'mon uh To all bitches that be givin' it up uh To all my niggas that be livin' it up we say To all my bitches that be givin' it up ah C'mon Baby you're such a typical everyday one night thing It's a physical I'ma fuck you tonight thing Fuck knowing your name get your ass in the Range And rollover gettin' blown while blowing the doja Bring head to a closure That's a good bitch Before it's all over I'ma leave this bitch Probably treat this bitch smoke better 'Cause if you ain't know gangstas and hoes go together Poppin' my collar partna Who in the spot Baby Rule in the spot In the mug and the watch Half the hoes hate half them love The ones that hate me only hate 'cause they ain't fucked me And they say I'm lucky Do you think I've got time to fuck all these hoes And do all these shows Or flight in the lama Dodge and White Rolls Uh oh another episode What do I do To all my niggas that livin' it up we say What I do To all my bitches that be givin' it up uhh What you do To all my niggas that be livin' it up we say What do I do To all my bitches that be givin' it up My love for you just wanna hold the name exactly to That's why they suck dick with more passion than apples And I ain't mad at'cha Never leave you alone 'Cause we fucks when I'm home Phone sex when I'm gone We both grown both got minds of our own Plus I freaks off like o dog in love jones Been in many zones baby one hoes two hoes From prissy bitches to hoes that do porno you know the rule be livin it up And got all these hoes givin' it up I like a little Rule baby how cute are you With a body that rides all sexual I got a stick I'll ride right next to you Do a doughnut cut and I'll open it up On the freeway dick in her mouth foot on the clutch Rule bitch not givin' a do I do To all my niggas that livin' it up we say What I do To all my bitches that be givin' it up uhh What you do To all my niggas that be livin' it up we say What do I do To all my bitches that be givin' it up My love for you C'mon we get ride C'mon we get live Live yo' life Love you so sexy I just want you next to me Your whole vibe like you high on Extasy nuttin but a e thang bay bay I know that pussy wet like crazy I wanna feel your passion come when you askin Laugh when you cry cry when you laughin' But ain't nothin' happenin' The bitch got a little too high Licked up my thigh then started crackin The radio blastin between me and you But you ain't on the low with that freak shit you do Girl I thought you knew What you do know I know what you do Cause its aint a good night if the head aint right like Teddy P let's Turn Off The Light And grind it out takin' no times out 'Til the sun come out do I do To all my niggas that livin' it up we say What I do To all my bitches that be givin' it up uhh What you do To all my niggas that be livin' it up we say What do I do To all my bitches that be givin' it up My love for you livin' it up we say What I do To all my bitches that be givin' it up uhh What you do To all my niggas that be livin' it up we say What do I do To all my bitches that be givin' it up My love for you C'mon we get ride C'mon we get live it's my time |
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Always On Time
(Ashanti) [Ja talking] OH YEAH I'm not always there when you call [Buckshots, hah], but I'm always on time Gave you my all ....baby be mine Always there when you call, always on time Gave you my all ....baby (Chorus - Ashanti) x2 Baby, I'm not always there when you call, but I'm always on time And I gave you my all, now baby be mine I'm not always there when you call, but I'm always on time And I gave you my all, now baby be mine (Ja Rule) C'mon and get a piece of this late-night lover You know, the one that swing dick like no other (shit) I know, I got a lot of things I need to explain But baby you know the game and love is about pain So, stop the complaints and drop the order restraints Our sex life's a game so bat me down in the paint 'Cause I can't wait no more 'Cause it's about a quarter-past three and shorty's eyein me I got the Bentley valeted And I'm just outside of Jersey, past the Palisades And I love to see that ass in Gucci shades Hold down on the bed while I'm yankin your braids Thug style, you never thought I'd make you smile While I'm smackin your ass and fuckin you all wild [With Ashanti] But we share, somethin so rare, but who cares, you care (Chorus) x2 (Ja Rule) Girl, get a grip, c'mon, pull it together It's only a sunshower, we been through worse weather Like the stormy nights you wrote a "Dear Ja" letter And took my Benz and keyed and cut the leather Bitch, you know better, we live M-O-B Money Over Bitches, Murder, I-N-C I got two or three hoes for every V And I keep 'em drugged up off that ecstasy I'm a playground legend like Kirk with Pee-wee Name a nigga in the league got more game than me I play hard, there's so many women I fathered Meet 'em with scars and send 'em home hot and bothered Truth or dare, this life ain't apparantly fair And a love with no glare is a crystal stare But we share [with Ashanti] somethin so rare, but who cares, you care (Chorus) x2 (Ja Rule) Oh I'm, feelin like ya livin a, double life 'Cause you don't be comin home, sometimes Baby, but you're always, on time, checkin for one time You and I, got a special bond together We go back like bombers boo, in the coldest weather And when I play you play the same way you freak me baby I fuck you crazy Then I'm gone Baby don't really want me to get up and leave off that easy She'll be wakin up wet for sheezy Remind these bitches to mind they business Believe me, this pimp game is very religious And I'm built like the Don Bishop Gon' keep this money-green Benz and my hoes as my witness The life we share is a thug affair [With Ashanti] But who cares, you care (Chorus) x2 (Ashanti) Always there when you call.........I'm always on time Gave you my all... baby be mine always there when you call, I'm always on time Gave you my all, baby, be mine * Here at W-I and Z we play nuthin but da hits...nuthin but da hits... nuthin but da motha fuckin hits...* |
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[Ja Rule and (Bobby Brown)]
What up, Gotti, yeah This is how it’s goin’ down (All we need is a a stage, God) Ha-ha, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, come on, ha-ha-ha) It’s on and poppin’, baby The Last Temptation, ha-ha He’s back Y’all know who I’m talkin’ bout Turn the world over, B. Brown Come on, come on [Chorus- B.Brown] I know you’re gettin’ bored Dealin’ with him I know you miss my lovin’, my thuggin’ Thug Lovin’ (2X) And I know you’re gettin’ bored [Ja Rule] I know you’re livin’ your life faithfully, safely, away from me But you miss bein’ next to me, don’t you? Don’t let her love haunt you, lust for what you wanted Go for your guns and back out on anyone who tries to interfere or intervene on me Peelin’ your wide body out of them tight jeans Wrist on freeze, see it’s on me Shoes 19, comin’ through in that new Bentley thing From town to town and city to city You and I make headlines like Lo and Diddy and Bob and Whitney It appears the Lord sent me a down But I’m real devilish and freak that Forget the story, I know you’re gettin’ bored And that boy ain’t gettin’ you horny no more, is he?? Cause when it’s all said and done, it’s me Lovin’, thuggin’ and I know you... [Chorus] And I know you’re gettin’ bored [Ja Rule] Sweet thing livin’ it Won’t you let me let you live it a little bit I know a stressful relationship is hard to deal with But here’s how to deal with it On your weekly visits Use a code name to protect the innocent Maybe I’m true generous Generally believin’ that all women want me They don’t wanna get even But who do you believe in Is it money or God Betrayal or trust, sustain your vows Secretly or sacred Cause I love it when you rock your body-body Move your body-body Drink up on the Bacardi And roll up along side me I love to see you wild and free But occasionally you get cold wet feet And all that it means to me is that you need my heat Cause when it’s said and done you’re gonna want me Lovin’, thuggin’ and I know you... [Chorus] And I know you’re gettin’ bored [Ja Rule] Baby, here I’m holdin’ your love hostage The ransom for you, sugar, be priceless Cause you been gettin’ at me in many a ways Now tell your man to watch his back and duck them strays Cause I been in a rage lately Hopin’ God’ll forgive me for all the sin and all the woman All the drama I been in and it’s just the beginnin’ I hope your watching so you could see that nigga ain’t built like me!! But we one in the same, that’s why we get along Freak off and get it on When we make love lookin’ somethin’ like soft porn Tell me, baby, do you really wanna go home to him?? But the brightest of your days just goin’ look dim Cause you fuckin’ with a loser, baby, you can’t win When it’s said and done you’re gonna need me Lovin’, thuggin’ and I know you.... [Chorus] And I know you’re gettin’ bored [Ja Rule- talking] Yeah, yeah, I.G, Ja Rule B. Brown Murder Inc. Def Jam, Sony This is what we buildin’ here Murder Inc. Ha-ha-ha Bobby Brown Murder Ha-ha It’s that real Rule, baby Bring it back my, niggaz B. Brown, ha-ha And I know you’re gettin’ bored Dealin’ with him |
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| 4:42 |
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Haha yea
What up ma Have you been Yea I know, I know It's all good Murder inc [Chorus:] [Ja Rule] Girl your stare those eyes I [Ashanti] Love it when you look at me baby [Ja Rule] Your lips, your smile I [Ashanti] Love it when you kiss me baby [Ja Rule] Your hips those thighs I [Ashanti] Love it when you thug me baby [Ja Rule] And I cant deny I [Ashanti] Love it when I'm with you baby [Ja Rule:] I got a fetish for fucking you with the skirt on On a back street in the back seat of a Yukon What's taking so long? I'm getting anxious but patiently waiting for you to tell a nigga to move on Between me and you we can find a jet to fly aboard in my private g2 I ain't trying to g you ma, I'm trying to see you Bend over you know how we do it, feet to shoulders Bring heat to the coldest night So ferocious Now u street promoting the dick game is potent Cause in the bed nigga go hard like jordan sweat pouring loving the way you be moaning, gripping the sheets, Looking at me, Licking at me Cause every woman just wanna be happy Its crazy but baby I [Ashanti] love it when I'm with you baby [Chorus] [Ashanti:] I wanna get away Cause you know like I know And there's a better day coming I'm hooked on your lovin Believe me And when you hold my body I know you need me Wait for me baby Ive been going half crazy for your love And I was told that the sex, better then drugs Then get addicted *boy listen* I'm the only piece of the puzzle your missing Like when *were* kissing (*bye bye bye*) You got a girl that'll ride, ride, ride So take me tonight and do what you do to me baby [Chorus] [Ja rule] Shorty Are you really getting bored with me or him Cause though I play a lot of games I play them to win [Ashanti] But then again I'm still young and I'm livin' my life [Ja rule] Your know you right and I'm the type to pull up to your bumper get your number [Ashanti] Baby I can only help but wonder [Ja rule] What life would be without [Ashanti] my sweet baby [Ja rule] and you're my baby [Ashanti] Holla if you hear me [Ashanti] Oooooh oooh oooh You can understand that my love is pain And how I feel in vain is just a women thang [Ja Rule] It's a mans world but I understand [Ashanti] But there's still nothin different boy, stick to the plan [Ja Rule] You be my down ass with your round ass [Ashanti] I know I'm feeling you [Ja Rule] Like you feeling me [Ashanti] The way your wantin' my body, The way you touch me [Chorus] [Ashanti] I love when you touch me baby All over my body baby I love when you kiss me baby All over my body baby I love when you touch me baby All over my body baby I love when you kiss me baby all over my body baby [Chorus] |
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| 5:04 |
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Yeah, yeah.. haha yeah!
I gotta get my headphones 헤드폰 빨리 찾아야겠군 All my gangsta niggaz is in the building on this one! 내 갱스터 친구들이 이것 때문에 다 하나로 뭉쳤어! You know! Yeah yeah ya know 알잖아! Yeah yeah 알잖아 It's real!! Hussein what's happ'nin nigga? 진짜야!! Hussein 거기 무슨 일 있어? I see you, aight Shadow what's poppin BLAT!! 니가 보이는군, Shadow 어떻게 지내!! Haha haha, yeah my nigga O-1 in the motherfucking house 하하하하, 그래 내 친구 O-1도 빌어먹을 이곳에 Jody in the house (Jody Mack!) Jody도 이곳에 (Jody Mack!) My nigga Cadillac, Gotti what up!?! 내 친구 Cadillac, Gotti 안녕!?! Blackchild what up!?! Blackchild 안녕!?! I'd like to welcome all my niggaz 내 모든 친구들, 세계적으로 유명한 To the world famous Murda Inc. Show Murda Inc. Show에 온 걸 환영한다 Big shout to all my Queens niggaz in Staten Island Queens에, 감옥에 갇혀있는 내 친구들에게도 인사 Niggaz in Uptown, niggaz in Brooklyn niggaz Uptown 친구들, Brooklyn 친구들 All my Bronx niggaz yeah, all my Jersey niggaz! you know? Bronx 친구들, jersey 친구들! 알잖아? We doing it real big right here! all my money niggaz 이번 껀 진짜 큰거야! 내 모든 돈줄들 This shit commentated on the one's and two's! 이건 생중계도 되고 있다고! They call me the Mighty Rule! how ya living? 모두 날 위대한 Rule이라고 부르지! 니 인생은 어때? This real shit we talking 우리가 얘기하는 건 오직 진실된 것 I wanna ask all my gangsta niggaz a real question (holla back) 일단 내 갱스터 친구들에게 묻고 싶은게 있어 (대답해줘) What do you do - when niggaz spit at you?! 다른 놈들이 너한테 시비를 걸 때 - 넌 어떻게 하지?! [Chorus - Ja Rule] Clap back, we gon' clap back 반격, 우린 반격할거야 We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back 우린 반격할거야, 우린 반격할거야 (Let's take 'em to war niggaz!) (전쟁을 벌여보자!) We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back 우린 반격할거야, 우린 반격할거야 We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back 우린 반격할거야, 우린 반격할거야 (Let's take 'em to war niggaz) (전쟁을 벌여보자!) We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back 우린 반격할거야, 우린 반격할거야 We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back 우린 반격할거야, 우린 반격할거야 (Let's take 'em to war niggaz!) (전쟁을 벌여보자!) We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back 우린 반격할거야, 우린 반격할거야 We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back 우린 반격할거야, 우린 반격할거야 (Let's take 'em to war niggaz) (전쟁을 벌여보자!) We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back 우린 반격할거야, 우린 반격할거야 [Verse 1 - Ja Rule] Fuck if they holl'in about Rule nigga, here's the real 나한테 소리치는 놈들 다 좇까, 여기 진짜 얘기 I'll pop ya top like Champagne bottles that chill 니 머리를 시원한 샴페인 코르크 마개처럼 뽑아버리겠어 Wear nothing but ice, smiles tinted up to The Greatest 내가 입은 건 보석 뿐, 미소는 위대한 이의 표정 그대로 Tell em I'm nice too, plus push them nice grooves 난 멋있기까지 하고, 멋있는 음악을 쏟아내지 The Inc roll like duece man, I'm ol' G Bobby J Inc는 거침없이 나가, 난 갱스터 Bobby J And we sling at soccer fields the yay 우린 축구장에서 놀듯이 돌아다녀 They don't respect that, don't get your minds around 아무도 이걸 존중 안하지, 괜히 집중 풀지마 You'll get it pushed back, y'all don't want that 그럼 저 뒤로 밀쳐질테니, 그걸 원하진 않잖아? I send em to the morgue while keepin my bitches bouncin fa sho 내 여자들이 춤출 때 난 적들을 시체 공시장으로 보내 "In Da Club" with no gun, got em taking it off 총 없이 "클럽에 들어가", 뺏어서 내 것으로 하지 Can't help that, I'm the nigga that puts it down 어쩔 수 없어, 난 거침없는 사내 Once I hit that, that's if I'm up in the May (bach) 내가 시작하면, 특히 Maybach에 있을때 그래 Fasten them holding the throwback, West 44 Lakers 티셔츠를 잡고 West 44 Lakers 신발끈을 조여 Let's make no mistakes, resents take place 실수는 없다, 복수가 자리할 뿐 What's the procedure with a gun in your face 총을 니 얼굴에 겨눴으니 그 다음은 뭐지? When you got one in your waist, let's cock back nigga air out the space! 허리에 총이 하나 있다면, 그럼 장전을 해봐, 여기서 나가자고! (C'mon!) We gon' (빨리!) 우린 [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Ja Rule] The Rule be "In Da Club" rude motherfucker poppin the bubbly The Rule은 "클럽에 들어가" 버릇없는 놈들이 술을 마시고 있군 When shit get ugly I hug the snub closely 상황이 추해지면 난 여자를 더 가까이 끌어안아 But usually we still see your bitches 하지만 보통 니 여자도 꼬시지 Thats is known for quick shit, trying to ride my dick 아주 빨리 처리되기로 유명해, 그쪽에서 내게 달라붙지 I can't handle it, lower their manners 어쩔 수 없어, 매너 같은 것도 없어 To get they ass infront of my dick to dance, the bitch want more chance 엉덩이를 내 거시기 앞으로 가져와 춤을 추네, 기회를 바라는거지 Catching hate from a glance, but I'm a giant 질투하는 시선들을 느끼지만, 나는 거인 These niggaz is mere ants, I'll stomp 'em wit his thang 이놈들은 그냥 개미, 거리낌 없이 밟아주지 Give bitches the back hand, pimp shit, it's not realistic 여자들의 엉덩이에 손을, 멋쟁이처럼, 현실적이진 않지 The game is helpless, let's not get it twisted 이 게임은 어쩔 수 없어, 헷갈리지마 I'm young, wrapped, and gifted, but still at the bottom 난 어리고, 무장되어있고, 재능이 있지만, 밑바닥 인생 And stuck somewhere between Gomorrah and Saddam 소돔과 고모라 사이 어딘가에 쳐박혀있어 I'm here to make this rap shit hotter than Harlem 난 여기서 랩을 할렘보다 뜨겁게 만들려고 해 Fuck the Dog beware of Rule, cause I'm the problem Dog(DMX?)는 됐어 Rule을 조심해, 내가 문제아니까 What's the procedure with a gun in your face 총을 니 얼굴에 겨눴으니 그 다음은 뭐지? When you got one in your waist, let's cock back nigga air out the space! 허리에 총이 하나 있다면, 그럼 장전을 해봐, 여기서 나가자고! (C'mon!) We gon' (빨리!) 우린 [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Ja Rule] Like Bush and Saddam, I'm a find out Bush와 Saddam처럼, 난 찾아내겠어 Where Em Laden's hiding and bomb him first Em Laden이 숨어있는 곳을, 그리고 폭탄을 떨어뜨리지 It could be much worse, I could be hotter than yo scrubs 더 나빠질 수 있어, 니네 친구들보단 더 뜨거울걸 Mask and glove, gun hot from burnin ass up 마스크와 장갑, 총은 너무 뜨거워서 엉덩이를 데네 I'd rather be bossed up, wit a bunch of broads 난 여자를 많이 옆에 낀 보스가 되고 싶어 The preachers daughter screaming out "Fuck the law!" 목사의 딸도 외치지 "법 같은 거 엿먹어!" I play a struck chord, wit the Christians 크리스천과 함께 강한 코드를 연주해 But y'all got the freakiest bitches out of all the religions 허나 너네들은 괴짜 여자들의 종교를 잃게 만드네 And God gave me his blessings to handle my business 신은 내 일을 처리할 수 있게 축복을 내게 내렸지 All these wanksta snitches, let the nina blow kisses 가짜 갱스터 좀도둑들, 총이 키스를 보낸다 If she some how misses, he gon' meet the mistress 어쩌다가 빗나가면, 더 강력한 총을 만날걸 And "Clap that boy" like Birdman and Clipse 그럼 Birdman과 Clipse처럼 "그놈을 잡는거지" I got these niggaz all over my dick, like hoes 여자처럼 내게 달라붙으려고 하는 놈들 I'm the star at these shows, I must be as hot as they come 나는 이 쇼에서 스타, 가능한 더 화끈해져야해 What's the procedure with a gun in your face 총을 니 얼굴에 겨눴으니 그 다음은 뭐지? When you got one in your waist, let's cock back nigga air out the space! 허리에 총이 하나 있다면, 그럼 장전을 해봐, 여기서 나가자고! (C'mon!) We gon' (빨리!) 우린 [Chorus] [Outro] [Ja Rule] Yeah, my nigga 'Zino in this motherfucker 그래, 내 친구 Benzino가 여기 있어 [Benzino] That's how we do it, know what I mean 이렇게 우린 하지, 뭔지 알지? [Benzino] Buck '89 what's up baby, I see you 89년 식으로, 안녕 친구, 모습이 보이는군 [Ja Rule] Break 'em down nigga! break 'em down! 부숴버려! 부숴버려! [Benzino] Bring them birds, in the motherfucking house 이곳으로 여자들도 다 데려와 [Benzino] It's not a game no mo' 이젠 게임이 아냐 [Ja Rule] Queens in this motherfucker Queens가 이 안에 있지 [Benzino] You know 알잖아 [Ja Rule] All my Jersey niggaz, all my Boston niggaz 내 Jersey 친구들, 내 Boston 친구들 [Ja Rule] All my Brooklyn niggaz, Brooklyn sir what up! 내 Brooklyn 친구들, Brooklyn 안녕! [Ja Rule] Haha, yeah, holla at me man 하하, yeah, 내게 소리쳐봐 |
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(feat. Fat Joe, Jadakiss)
[Hook - Ja Rule] I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York (New York) I got a semi-automatic that spits next time if you talk (you talk) I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York (New York) I got a semi-automatic that spits next time if you talk (you talk) (And I know) [Verse 1 - Ja Rule] Yall niggaz is pussy, poonani, (Vagina) Your (Monologue's) getting tired, now it's time to ride You're print distrified, you're no longer desired So take off them silly chains, put back on your wire I'm on fire, holly dipped in octane Let east coast bang, let west coast bang And Rule gonna bring the ghetto gospel To every 'hood possible, pushin through in the sky blue Back with the gods you now, preferably the 4 pound Slugs flyin at the speed of sound Tryin to catch the ears of niggaz that's runnin their mouths I might get my Brooklyn niggaz to run in your house I don't really understand what the runnin's about But we're hunters, we take pride in airin our prey out Leavin 'em layed out, dead, in just a sport 'cause we ain't playin up here in New York [Hook - Fat Joe] I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York (New York) And you can tell the way the homie spit, That nigga, I'm from New York (New York) I got a hundred ways to make a grip, Yes, I'm from New York (New York) And you can tell I get real ignorant, 'cause nigga, I'm from New York (New York) (And this is how we do) [Verse 2 - Fat Joe] Nigga I can see the coke in your nose This ain't a movie, even he got his head blown on the globe And I was just about to find god But now that Ma$e is back, I think I'd much rather find a menage And everybody talkin crazy how they're AK spit But we know this investigatin, and they ain't spray shit Not me, I'm the truth homie, got the industry shook like "Naw nigga, Joe gonna let 'em loose on me" True Story, I'm bringin the T back Even Roy Jones was forced to (Lean Back) My nigga Dre said grind cook Now we killin them Howard niggaz, who said I must of found Pun's rhyme book Got bitches on top of the Phantom And the pinky got bling, like the ring around Saturn Cook coke, crack, niggaz fiend for that And you already know the x is where the team be at [Hook - Jadakiss] I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York (New York) (Ruff Ryde), and (D-Block) and shit, Nigga fuck what you thought (you thought) And you can't take shit for granted, because life is too short (too short) I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York (Aha, and this is how we do) [Verse 3 - Jadakiss] I swear it couldn't be sweeter, Life's a bitch Depending on how you treat her, you might get rich It's guaranteed you gonna die, you might get missed For maybe 2 or 3 hours, 'til they light their spliffs And that coke will get you a long time But when I let 'em know the dope is out, it's like America Online Wise has awoken And you know they say that you deserved it whenever you die with your eyes open I still hold a title, because I'm in the hood like them little motorcycles Stick up kids, hoppin out with them old rifles Just doin shit for nothin, it's so spiteful Ha I'm just like you Word that niggaz wanna murk you is in the air A double shot of yak and the purple is in the air And I'm not cocky, I'm confident So when you tell me I'm the best it's a compliment [Hook] [Ja Rule:] I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York (New York) [Fat Joe:] And you can tell the way the homie spit, cause nigga I'm from new york! [Jadakiss:] I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York [Ja Rule:] I got a semi-automatic that spits next time if you talk.. [All Together:] (Aha!) And this is how we do! |
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(feat. R Kelly, Ashanti)
[chorus] [R KELLY (ASHANTI)] If it wasn't for the money, cars and movie stars and jewels And all these things I got I wonder, hey Would you still want me (Want you) Would you still be calling me (Still calling you) You be loving me? (I'll be loving you) [JA RULE] Wanna keep you flawed with no dough Pimpin ain't easy Trust me I know When gangstas and hos Go go go go go go together Like chinchilla and bad weather I'm good but been better All my bros, chedda and glamorous things Copped a few cars A crib with a east and west wing Cuz this is how i'm livin and yall women know the secrets Of how to get it and keep it How to prey on my weakness It's the power of the p-u-s-s-y Got a lotta niggaz wonderin it ain't just i Gotta keep ya cash comin and that's on my life If it wasn't for the money and the things I got Shit, she probably wouldn't like me But I keep her and irv and jeffrey quite icy Sip seraphin Who doesn't like me And the murderous I-n-c [Chorus] [R KELLY] How many girls does it take to get to Mack status Player status Pimps that get Ya boy half rich fore we hit show biz But show biz brought next level chicks Pull them in them hot cars go and buy the whole bar nigga I came from the dirt what you want me to say Im at the top of the world and lifes a pussy buffet And that's why I get m-i-a Shut the game down so the bustas cant play Hell yeah I splurge money Hell yeah I act funny Look at you like fuck you All the shit I been thru It's a wonder why im still here Said I was gone but im still here And all you bitches that left me here Its mighty strange how you right back here [Chorus] [JA RULE] I wonder why love is about money And why wou wanna take it all from me Honey My life is dark but its lovely Crimes cars cribs aint that right kelly? (Oh oh oh oh oh oh) Yall bitches don't know Money aint a thang Mami need a lil change Girl im pitchin quarters Closest to the arches but live in a fortress New benzes new porsches New cases new lawyers im becoming the infamous notorious rule Niggaz couldn't walk a mile in my shoes Niggaz don't possess the heart that I do And it's a wonder that im still here Thought I was gone but im still here And all you bitches that left me here Its kinda funny how you right back there [chorus] [R KELLY] Oh oh oh oh ohhhhh Oh oh oh oh [repeat till fade] |
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(Pain Is Love)
[talking] Uh, you make a lot of mistakes in life Those same mistakes keep callin us back, pullin us in What the fuck's wrong with niggas? [Chorus] Never again Would I run down a road so dark, hoped to die, cross my heart Never again It keeps callin, it keeps callin, it keeps callin Never again Would I run down a road so dark, hoped to die, cross my heart Never again But the streets keep callin, they keep callin, they keep callin Never again Will I look a nigga dead in his eyes and know he's dead wrong And don't leave him, dead where he lies, it's a fucked up world we live in I'm tired of feelin the pain but ain't fightin the feelin Niggas can you feel me? 'Cause in this world I'm alone, and trapped inside this body that's out of control I'm hittin these streets daily Knowin' I got babies to feed and rarely seein 'em rarely This game inhaled me, and like Christ on the stake, nailed me God, please don't fail me But it's crazy to ask upon the Lord for help When I got guns to bust and drugs to sell I'll see you in hell, muthafuckas, I ain't bitter 'Cause I know snakes and snitches get it where they slither My niggas, doin life in the pen This gotta be what y'all thinkin, shit [Chorus] 'Cause these hoes keep callin, they keep callin, they keep callin When I make you cry baby You know I lie, you can see it in my eyes baby But the truth is when a woman's fed up There ain't a damn thing you can do about love What about us? Why must our lawyers discuss Who gets the kids, who gets the cribs and how we should both live When I love ya, when we apart all I do is think of ya But you think I'm fuckin everything that's walkin Either skirt or the thong It don't matter, 'cause in your eyes I'm dog fuckin 'em all I got a woman that's gone and a passion for bitches If you lose one the other becomes your religion So what am I to do but get the wind behind me Ground beneath me, make it hard for hoes to reach me 'Cause the Rule ain't easy Babe, unless you're freakin please believe [Chorus] But the game keeps callin, it keeps callin, it keeps callin Will I think these niggas friends and they foes 'Cause in this rap game, you never know, just let it go If my pain is love, my brain's on drugs And may all my hoes thug on And keep these punk niggas paralyzed, from the waist down I got 'em face down is the equivalent of where I'm at now Over the top of y'all niggas Just a little quicker and smarter Enhancin the game makin it harder So niggas can breathe again like Braxton I be hittin niggas with thrillers like Mike Jackson I'm a problem Number one with a bullet, I keep it up in my gun It's hollow so when I pull it it numbs Your whole body Give or take a few seconds You'll probably, be the same nigga to dick ride me Never again would I close my eyes And walk through the dark backwards blind [Chorus] It keeps callin, it keeps callin, it keeps callin Never again [Chorus to fade] |
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This is my heart
Brittany.... Daddy's little baby, must learn this world is shady And the color of your skin don't make you less of a lady Degrade yourself, never cuz I'm teaching you better Life ain't all about cheddar diamonds and leather Understand you a black sister, in this white man's World, don't let it get ya, down girl It's essential that you grow amongst your group So you don't grow too fast and be doin lord knows who Cuz daddy loves you, don't let nobody tell you different What I, do for a living is a talent I'm given And I'ma raise you too black too strong beautiful Tell the truth let you know what women go through Lies and deceit, the nigga you love he gone cheat So be careful in the heat baby girl wit cold feet Keep yo head steady, baby this world ain't ready Make me proud you daddy's little baby ha I'll always come back to you I'll always come back to you I'll always come back to you You're my baby now and ever Yo Ja's imagery is somewhat like God and his chemistry Blasphemy, I tell my baby girl proudly Put her over my knee and let her know this world is yours Men are dogs take it from daddy and hold yours Head high lady, love is bout lies and deception Will always be seen through the eyes In my demise don't cry just, hold on Stay headstrong and live to learn that life goes on The day you was born God answered my cry for help I look at you a female replica of myself I was conceived 2/29 you 9/22 God' whats the science in this sign you threw? I wanna know just so I can spread the jewel to my youth So she don't have to come up like I did runnin loots Keep yo head steady, baby this world ain't ready Make me proud you're daddy's little baby For real I'll always come back to you I'll always come back to you I'll always come back to you You're my baby now and ever When I look in yo eyes I see stars It's me and you against the world Baby it's in the signs And anything you want you can get it daddy's getting it done You the reason why I keep the hundreds under the ones And go through rain sleet and snow to kiss the sun Though my travel through the storm has just begun Swear to god when my sister died, I was only five Didn't even cry, couldn't know the value of a life Know I realize why Brittney's so rare to me She came at the time when nobody cared for me This world's tough, I'ma guide you through it carefully Learn the game and remember nothing in life's free My little lady, can't quite understand me now But baby, in time I'll break it down So keep yo head steady, baby this world ain't ready Make me proud you're daddy's little baby For real I'll always come back to you I'll always come back to you I'll always come back to you You're my baby now and ever |
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Do you love me, do you hate me
Do you love me, do you hate me Do you love me, do you hate me Yeah, yeah This world loves me, this world loves me not I'm torn between the best of both cuz I'm hot In this game so brittely, literaly I got niggaz wanna riddle me, get rid of me R-U-L-E, need I say more? World, hope y'all prepared for the chaos Cuz y'all want the beast in me, so I'ma give it Paint pictures vivid, live high as a spirit Y'all can all jump in it That's what you might as well do If you gonna live life timid And I ain't never been intiminated Believe me, and I don't wanna fuckin breath easy I wanna make it hard for these niggaz So when they can't stand me I'ma make it so these niggaz can't feed they family Now do you love me, or do you hate me? C'mon and get me, I keep it off safety [Chorus] Do you love me Do you hate me Ready or not Here I come There's nuthin but love spread between me and my niggaz We bust guns together and fuck so many bitches But I know that Hell is callin In the name of the lord just let a nigga in Cuz I ain't done nuthin wrong, but love thy self And harm other niggaz that wanna stop my health Is that healthy? Cuz love'll never be hand over hand It's man versus man It's Murda If I'm gonna be hated or to be loved I prefer ta live wild and die from slugs What you want from me? Lord I'm only a human Tho I bear your name, I'm a devil in chains Release me, cuz Lord only knows it ain't easy When I'm scarred for life, I know that he sees me Now do you love me nigga Or do you hate me nigga C'mon and get me I'm waiting nigga [Chorus x2] Y'all just wanna watch me rise, then watch me fall Before it's all done I'ma die from it all I might OD in a club off drugs like River Phoenix Or get shot down like BIG and Pac for my genius I know this worlds seen it before, and here I come I know y'all fiendin for more, and I'm not done As long as I can run through current like state times Keep up a sane mind, and hand on my iron, I'ma blast off mine Look in the eyes of a nigga who seldomely cries I got a beautiful wife and kids, why me? Y'all cats choose cash and cribs, why me? If this good livin Lord, why me? When I live so dirty yet I'm worthy to be Number one, the world's only begotten son Here I come [Chorus x4] Do you love me? Do you hate me? Do you love me? Do you hate me? Here I Come |
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