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from Ja Rule - Venni Vetti Vecci / Explicit Version (1999)
you be the teacher nah you be da teacher oohh we are here gather my brothers and my sisters(my bitches and my bitches) hush yo mouth in the church young digen black |
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from Ja Rule - Rule 3:36 / Explicit Version (2000)
5. 6 Feet Underground
{*chipmunk voice*} 6 feet underground Dice are rolling, Knives are out with thee present danger all around I don't say they mean harm, but they'd each give an arm to see us six feet underground. see us 6 feet under ground It doesn't matter what those morons say [Chorus] It's Murda I N C Uh, the Lord is calling me My demons haunt me this really tortures me cuz they don't understand me And while I'm holdin up I know you smilin' down at all my enemies who wanna see me (six feet underground) [Ja Rule] Look at me now hittin' em up holdin it down cuz I'm destined to be I know you love to see me (6 feet underground) why see do the Devil's Eyes you vision my demise so may your soul lie (6 Feet Underground) and before that I believe that I can fly most people gettin lye my niggas is gettin' by if you can't see we bitches ya jags, we foward ya last we Diamonds ya glass, we get pussy yall ass. Give me love we be wearing gloves tied up in gloves with special 38 slugs so we don't end up (6 Feet Underground) the butch is hittin em' the rule is to get rid of em' for those who feel they getting away Ja we sendin em' (6 Feet Underground) I've feel I've cursed my body and soul I been outta control ever since I fell in the zone I want nothin more than to see my niggas eat with me but my enemies want nothin more than to see me (6 Feet Underground) Chorus: (2x) The Lord is calling me My demons haunt me this really tortures me cuz they don't understand me And while I'm holdin up I know you smilin' down at all my enemies who wanna see me (six feet underground) [Ja Rule] I'm so ignorant cuz I done played my last tears and pain is bliss been through so many things it's hard to resist a mind that's currently thinking on his last wish it's nothing to fuck with when I know what I want because you must think I'm a fool claiming you love what I do and be out playing the Rule bad move, more cars, more hoes, more jewels, and I'd love nothin more than to see you (6 Feet Underground) doesn't matter how we gonna get outta weed rollin it outta mindows nor from adam? but we show them uh now we leave them niggas creating a deal let it open so won't be goin (6 Feet Underground) because I've feel I've cursed my body and soul I been outta control ever since I fell in the zone I want nothin more than to see my niggas eat with me but my enemies want nothin more than to see me (6 Feet Underground) Chorus: (2x) The Lord is calling me My demons haunt me this really tortures me cuz they don't understand me And while I'm holdin up I know you smilin' down at all my enemies who wanna see me (six feet underground) [Ja Rule] get up (4x) baby the Rule can't die tonight (6 Feet Underground) now all my niggas is ya wit mea yea all my niggas is ya wit mea yea you start I warned em' that I ain't livin right niggas might see my life as sort of a scarifice money, bitches, and ice. but fuck it whoa whoa something let me still to something ride 125 in a low low frontin it's free will emotion you know I'm high flickin' ashes at police while I'm ridin' by I'm ghetto I don't fear is deeper than love if you want to get it nigga then come on nigga get it in blood because I've feel I've cursed my body and soul I been outta control ever since I fell in the zone I want nothin more than to see my niggas eat with me but my enemies want nothin more than to see me (6 Feet Underground) Chorus: (2x) The Lord is calling me My demons haunt me this really tortures me cuz they don't understand me And while I'm holdin up I know you smilin' down at all my enemies who wanna see me (six feet underground) [Ja Rule] (2x) Yea it's Murda Inc. Baby so what you want baby ain't none of this cuz ya niggas ain't crazy it's Ja Rule, Irv Gotti, Blackchild, Tah Murdah, 01, Maricon?, Vita, it's Murrda. see us (6 Feet Underground) Chris Gotti. it doesn't matter what these morons say |
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from Ja Rule - Blood In My Eye (2003) | |||||
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from Ja Rule - Ja Rule:2005 (Live) (2006) | |||||
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from Jennifer Lopez - J To Tha L-O! The Remixes [Explicit Version] (2002)
Estoy
Loca Enamorada De ti It seemed to be like the perfect thing for you and me It's so ironic you're what I had pictured you to be But there are facts in our lives We can never change Just tell me that you understand and feel the same This perfect romance that I've created in my mind I'd live a thousand lives Each one with you right by my side But yet we find ourselves in a less than perfect circumstance And so it seems like we'll never have the chance Ain't it funny how some feelings you just can't deny And you can't move on even though you try Ain't it strange when you're feeling things you shouldn't feel Oh, I wish this could be real Ain't it funny how a moment could just change your life And you don't wanna face what's wrong or right Ain't it strange how fate can play a part In the story of your heart Sometimes I think that a true love can never be I just believe that somehow it wasn't meant for me Life can be cruel in a way that I can't explain And I don't think that I could face it all again I barely know you but somehow I know what you're about A deeper love I've found in you And I no longer doubt You've touched my heart and it altered every plan I've made And now I feel that I don't have to be afraid Ain't it funny how some feelings you just can't deny And you can't move on even though you try Ain't it strange when you're feeling things you shouldn't feel Oh, I wish this could be real Ain't it funny how a moment could just change your life And you don't wanna face what's wrong or right Ain't it strange how fate can play a part In the story of your heart I locked away my heart But you just set it free Emotions I felt Held me back from what my life should be I pushed you far away And yet you stayed with me I guess this means That you and me were meant to be |
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from Ja Rule - Pain Is Love (2001)
Always there when you call (Buckshots, hah),
Always on time Gave you my....baby be mine Always there when you call, always on time Gave you my....baby Baby, I'm not always there when you call, but I'm always on time And I gave you my all, now baby be mine I'm not always there when you call, but I'm always on time And I gave you my all, now baby be mine C'mon and get a piece of this late-night lover You know, the one that swing dick like no other (shit) I know, I got a lot of things I need to explain But baby you know the name and love is about pain So, stop the complaints and drop the order restraints Our sex life's a game so bat me down in the paint 'Cause I can't wait no more 'Cause it's about a quarter-past three and shorty's eyein me I got the Bentley valeted And I'm just outside of Jersey, past the Palisades And I love to see that ass in boots and shades Hold down on the bed while I'm yankin your braids Thug style, you never thought I'd make you smile While I'm smackin your ass and fuckin you all wild But we share somethin so rare, but who cares, you care 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 Girl, get a grip, c'mon, pull it together It's only a sunshower, we been through worse weather Like the stormy nights you wrote a 'Dear Ja' letter And took my Benz and keyed and cut the leather Bitch, you know better, we live M-O-B Money Over Bitches, Murder, I-N-C I got two or three hoes for every V And I keep 'em drugged up off that ecstasy I'm a playground legend like Kirk with Pee-wee Name a nigga in the league got more game than me I play hard, there's so many women I fathered Meet 'em with scars and send 'em home hot and bothered Truth or dare, this life ain't apparantly fair And a love with no glare is a crystal stare But we share somethin so rare, but who cares, you care 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 Oh I'm, feelin like ya livin a, double life 'Cause you don't be comin home, sometimes Baby, but you're always, on time, checkin for one time You and I, got a special bond together We go back like bombers boo, in the coldest weather And when I play you play the same way you freak me baby I fuck you crazy Then I'm gone Baby don't really want me to get up and leave off that easy She'll be wakin up wet for sheezy Remind these bitches to mind they business Believe me, this pimp game is very religious And I'm built like the Don Bishop Gon' keep this money-green Benz and my hoes as my witness The life we share is a thug affair But who cares, you care 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 Always there when you call, always on time Gave you my....baby be mine Always there when you call, always on time Gave you my....baby be mine Here at W-I-Z we play nothing but the hits, nothing but the hits Nothing but the muthafuckin hits |
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from Ja Rule - Always On Time [single] (2002) | |||||
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from Ja Rule - Always On Time [single] (2002)
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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from Ja Rule - Always On Time [single] (2002)
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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from Ja Rule - Always On Time [single] (2002)
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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from Ja Rule - Exodus (2005)
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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from Ja Rule - Ja Rule:2005 (Live) (2006) | |||||
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from Hip Hop - The Classics Cd (2007) | |||||
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from Hip-Hop Pre-Cleared Compilation (2008)
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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from Def Jam 25: Volume 3 - It Takes Two PT 1 (2009)
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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from Shae Jones - Tlak Show (1999)
(feat. Ja Rule)
[Ja] It's Ja Rule Shae baby It's mad money It's Murder Heh, yeah It's Murder [1: Shae] Ain't nothing like a bad-bad, bad boy He treats me better then a good-good, good boy Ain't nothing like a bad-bad, bad boy He treats me better then a good-good, good boy I, got a man, you understand He don't open doors for me He, don't have a real job And that's okay cause He's working me [2:] Got me goin' round-round When I take him downtown Make me want a bad-bad Got me going round [2] Ain't nothing like [1] [1] He plays, with my mind He, be lyin' all the time Tells me that he's out with a friend But I really know, he's playing me [2] Got me goin' round [2] [1: x4] If daddy's cool and thinks he'll do I think he's wack Nothing like a, a bad boy [Ja] Baby I see you, freakin' off again Pullin' up with with the rabbits in Knowin' you used to gettin' worked is droppin' Matter of fact who's Benz is you driving Drop with the chrome rims Something about it, hit it, when you feel love When it's in ya game But when it's real strong, still and all I'm lookin' forward to lickin' my - on your tongue And when I'm done, - on your love Don't give a damn where you came from, Ja baby You the one Gettin' it done, then hit it and run It's a damn shame that I do what I, do to gap And when I do, it's like two in ya mouth, what Me and my dawgs got guns to bust So when you cats get scandolous, you so high Even FED's can't hang with us And you wonder why they all wanna bang with us It's because, we the Mur-der-ers Any boy better then that gonna get... Hot slugs from us You really don't want that, unless You feel you can flow with the best Got the strength to obtain the rest Air out one time, it's about respect Bad boy, N-O, bring it in, no doubt [1] [1 & 2: together] |
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from Ja Rule - PIL 2 (Explicit) (2012) | |||||
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from Ja Rule - Rule 3:36 / Explicit Version (2000)
Murder Inc. shit
Uh... uh, uh, uh Chorus: Christina Milian Now every little thing that we do (that we do) Should be between me and you (me and you) The freaky things that we do (that we do) Let's keep between me and you (me and you) Cause every little thing that we do (that we do) Should be between me and you (me and you) The freaky things that we do (that we do) Let's keep between me and you, ba-byyy [Ja Rule] Yo... Now when I first met her all I thought was "Thong thong-thong" like, "Lose the lame, we can get our freakin on" Baby know the game, slip away, and slide me yo' number It's the last day of spring, see you first day this summer I'm a bad motha; shut yo' mouth! Pull the drop out and creep at a low speed, cause homey probably know me I push the pedal, thoughts of your stilleto way up in the air like I think he's here Cause see, every time that I'm alone with you (with you) Homey be checkin up on you (on you) But if that nigga only knew (only knew) You've got a lot of freak in you, ba-byyy Well now it's startin to rain, I pop the roof and the champagne How Jay said? "Money Ain't a Thing" It's been close a few, at times even impossible But, it's been between me and you, ba-byyy Chorus [Ja Rule] Girl it's on again, every year - we hummer 'em in Beaches, houses, hoes, foes, friends And when the, day ends - that's when it all begins You wit him? Here's my room key; holla at me While you thinka-think I'ma hit it up then look at the nigga you thinkin you love? C'mon love We could go there, me and you, creep off all night If you love it, in the mornin, awake with new light If you lookin like I ain't gonna handle his Let me handle my bizzz, it is what it is Nigga livin his liiiife, and that's my bitch You know I gotta wiiiife, let's keep this thing tight, ba-byyy Chorus [Ja Rule] Don't let the word get out (shhh), ba-byyy This is - strictly between me and you, ba-byyy If they - knew we were doin what we were doin it'd probably ruin our creep away summer in Cancun'n-and I, love the way we get away, throw away a whole day Turn off the pagers and phones, we in the zone like "Fuck liife, we live liife This is our liife, live your liife" [Christina Milian] Cause see, every time that I'm alone with you (with you) Shorty be checkin up on you (on you) But if baby girl only knew (only knew) You've got a lot of freak in you, ba-byyy [Ja Rule] Did I ever tell you, my man love what you do That little thing with yo' tongue; you the best, who knew? It's been close a few, at times even impossible But, it's been between me and you, ba-byyy Chorus (That we do) (Me and you) (That we do) (Me and you) (That we do) (Me and you) (That we do) (Me and you) |
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from Def Jam 25: Volume 4 - It Takes Two PT 2 (2009)
Murder Inc. shit
Uh... uh, uh, uh Chorus: Christina Milian Now every little thing that we do (that we do) Should be between me and you (me and you) The freaky things that we do (that we do) Let's keep between me and you (me and you) Cause every little thing that we do (that we do) Should be between me and you (me and you) The freaky things that we do (that we do) Let's keep between me and you, ba-byyy [Ja Rule] Yo... Now when I first met her all I thought was "Thong thong-thong" like, "Lose the lame, we can get our freakin on" Baby know the game, slip away, and slide me yo' number It's the last day of spring, see you first day this summer I'm a bad motha; shut yo' mouth! Pull the drop out and creep at a low speed, cause homey probably know me I push the pedal, thoughts of your stilleto way up in the air like I think he's here Cause see, every time that I'm alone with you (with you) Homey be checkin up on you (on you) But if that nigga only knew (only knew) You've got a lot of freak in you, ba-byyy Well now it's startin to rain, I pop the roof and the champagne How Jay said? "Money Ain't a Thing" It's been close a few, at times even impossible But, it's been between me and you, ba-byyy Chorus [Ja Rule] Girl it's on again, every year - we hummer 'em in Beaches, houses, hoes, foes, friends And when the, day ends - that's when it all begins You wit him? Here's my room key; holla at me While you thinka-think I'ma hit it up then look at the nigga you thinkin you love? C'mon love We could go there, me and you, creep off all night If you love it, in the mornin, awake with new light If you lookin like I ain't gonna handle his Let me handle my bizzz, it is what it is Nigga livin his liiiife, and that's my bitch You know I gotta wiiiife, let's keep this thing tight, ba-byyy Chorus [Ja Rule] Don't let the word get out (shhh), ba-byyy This is - strictly between me and you, ba-byyy If they - knew we were doin what we were doin it'd probably ruin our creep away summer in Cancun'n-and I, love the way we get away, throw away a whole day Turn off the pagers and phones, we in the zone like "Fuck liife, we live liife This is our liife, live your liife" [Christina Milian] Cause see, every time that I'm alone with you (with you) Shorty be checkin up on you (on you) But if baby girl only knew (only knew) You've got a lot of freak in you, ba-byyy [Ja Rule] Did I ever tell you, my man love what you do That little thing with yo' tongue; you the best, who knew? It's been close a few, at times even impossible But, it's been between me and you, ba-byyy Chorus (That we do) (Me and you) (That we do) (Me and you) (That we do) (Me and you) (That we do) (Me and you) |
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from Ja Rule - Pain Is Love (2001)
I'm rich, I'm rich, I'm filthy f**kin rich!
Mothaf**ka...thank you! mothaf**ka, no thank me! Big mothaf**kin remo! I did it! baby cakes! 2 more years and you can be where I am, And you be baby weight! ....yeah, thats gangsta right there... |
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from Ja Rule - Pain Is Love (2001)
i'm rich, i'm rich, i'm filthy fuckin rich! Mothafucka...thank you! mothafucka, no thank me! Big mothafuckin remo! I did it! baby cakes! 2 more years and you can be where i am, And you be baby weight! ....yeah, thats gangsta right there... |
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from Rush Hour (러시 아워) by Ira Hearshen [ost] (1998)
"Bitch Betta Have My Money"
What up love You thought I wouldn't recognize ho like stats I peep you at the strip joint You and that little black chick Acting like you so innocent When you in the six Usually that bring the freak right out of a bitch I knew something was wrong Lesbian I go on Ain't nothing wrong with bump n' grinding right I like mines tight You like yours licked And we both like bitches to get high high wit You opted to leave a nigga with no options You freak hoe dance topless baby What's ya sitcho You ride dildo Plastic nympho Only see dick in porno Hun lidten I can make your life a world of difference Throw me in the mix of your sexual experiences See what happens In like two weeks These hoes is freaking Making about two g's a piece a weekend That's what I'm saying [Chorus x2:] It ain't easy pimped out Flossing furs Diamonds Matching sets his and hers Keep ya hoes on point Tell them watch the fuzz Cause Bitch better have my money Keep my ones on top My tens on lock My hoe in the drop Got a hot little co-op Prestigous Rock a cuban link with Jesus Lord have mercy Let me touch this Tease it For reasons I can't explain to you lord Cause you know my actions are censored Don't diss chips to fuck with no broad This one can get it Damn near split it Yeah picture me paying for some pussy I ain't even smelled yet Let alone got wet But I'm willing to make a bet That the next time we riding If she ain't riding On the turnpike you you bobbing While I'm weaving Getting weede Believe me This pimp shit ain't easy baby I tell you ain't no hoes like the ones I got They make you fiend for that pussy coming up out ya pockets [Chorus x2:] It ain't easy pimped out Flossing furs Diamonds Matching sets his and hers Keep ya hoes on point Tell them watch the fuzz Cause Bitch better have my money Baby girl you so hot I feel like Iceberg Slim I pimp plenty women Got to tip my hat to a ten Just been in too many run ins with dead ends Comparisions range from thick ones to thin Explosive sex thoughts coming from this young work horse I spend hard times like D.A.'s in criminal courts Fro the love of my life I'll cut down on the sport For the jewels with ice and creep to never get caught You know the game You and I is one in the same But you got my name tatooed on ya leg Shit is serious Now you caling me acting delirious Used to be my best bitch Now somewhat resistant Street life got you hot like Heather Hunter Worn out and don't nobody want ya First time i met ya you played me out of pocket I ain't know no better bitch Now stop it Game is the topic And what's between your legs is the product Use it properly And you'll make dollars biatch [Chorus x2:] It ain't easy pimped out Flossing furs Diamonds Matching sets his and hers Keep ya hoes on point Tell them watch the fuzz Cause Bitch better have my money |
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from Ja Rule - PIL 2 (Explicit) (2012) | |||||
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from Ja Rule - Blood In My Eye (2003)
(feat. Hussein Fatal)
[Intro Hussein Fatal] And what ever it is then that's what is gonna be nigga Hussein Fatal, the outlaw don, "Blood In My Eyes" Shyea', Triple O stand up, Got your mind's back right Jerse's mobbin' these cowards all the time You know gunning them down, Every thing like that Smooth stayin' forty below on these cowards, early nigga Outlaw status only got these niggaz on freeze Get down and lay down, Draw heat and protect your self Rule' holla at yo' peoples nigga.. [Verse 1 Ja Rule] For now on call me the don, and bicthes call me don da da Where ever I go niggaz soon to follow' Like when I dropped my first joint making the world "Holla" I kept it "Between Me And You" Cause that what real street niggaz do "Put it on Me, cause even thugs get lonely Sometimes "I Cry", fo' niggaz I'm a baptized when will they realize I "Live It Up" cop tha coke sell it and re' it up I'm "Always On Time" got bitches "Memsmerize" from the "Thug Lovin" load the clip cock back the nine, open mouth shove it look in his eyes, and squeeze like fuck it And just to think my niggaz do this shit for nuthin' When my wild Rule' thuggins, lookin' to get a come up Come on in and catch the angel that's all in Call me Lord remis' my time, and I'll arrive with Blood in my eyes [Hussein Fatal Talking] That's what real niggaz do u know We hold it down for each other We don't waste time we get it done Why not, Why would'nt we, you know That what goes down you know You draw yours, I draw mine Who ever get the drop that what it is The object is to get it done, let's go it's nuthin' (Yo) [Verse 2 Ja Rule] Fuck tha world and niggaz that proceed to run it Rule' for prez cause I'm one of the best that done it On the M-I, these niggaz spittin' semi, to get by But never really get right, livin off of the hit I "DMX" was my dog, but now we just dog fight Sucking on glass dicks, calling them crack pipes And I'm hearin' you letting yo' health slide these days And yo lady's dicked up, and you contracted to aids Who the fuck you callin' gay nigga, must a been talk to Em' and "Dre", nigga, pour out a little liqour And rest in peace to "Tupac Shakur", cause you let us know that Dre was a queer before And "Marshall" how dare you use his name in vain Son of a panther, you'll never understand his pain But you do understand trailer parks and cocaine Disrespcting your mother what fuckin part of the game is that man , I guess this world need change so we got it, and now I gotta put 'em in the grave Red, guide 'em before they put us in the cage Rule' and Gotti america's most wanted to many.. Come and get me!!! (Pretty soon ya gonna pay) |
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from Ja Rule - Blood In My Eye (2003)
Hello, hello people out there in the world of America!
This is your host, Bobby Creep. I'm here with my special edition, of the lifestyle's of the scared, and famous. I'm here with the worlds most scariest rapper: 50 cent! He's here with six bodyguards, and he has a bulletproof Humbee, Humvee excuse me, Humbee for bombproof that is. And I'm tellin' you, this car is amazing, you have to see it on the streets. It only comes in two colours, gunmetal and black. 50 has gunmetal. |
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from Ja Rule - Blood In My Eye (2003)
Hello, hello people out there in the world of America!
This is your host, Bobby Creep. I'm here with my special edition, of the lifestyle's of the scared, and famous. I'm here with the worlds most scariest rapper: 50 cent! He's here with six bodyguards, and he has a bulletproof Humbee, Humvee excuse me, Humbee for bombproof that is. And I'm tellin' you, this car is amazing, you have to see it on the streets. It only comes in two colours, gunmetal and black. 50 has gunmetal. |
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from Ja Rule - R.U.L.E. (2004)
[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] [Merc] I'm bout my money and bout my business.. |
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from Jay-Z - Vol. 2 Hard Knock Life (1998)
Volume 2 ... Hard Knock Life
Track #9 [5:10] Featuring Amil and Ja Rule [Jay-Z] What? Well fuck you... bitch Bounce wit me, wit me, wit me wit me Can you bounce wit me, bounce wit me, wit me wit me Can you bounce wit me, bounce wit me, ge-gi-gi-gi-gi-gi Can you bounce wit me, bounce wit me, ye-ye-yeah Uh-huh uh-huh bounce wit me, bounce wit me Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me Ya-yah-yah, ya-ya-yah-yeah bounce wit me, bounce wit me Ge-gi, ge-gi-gi-gi-geyeah bounce wit me, bounce wit me Get it! [Jay-Z] Can I hit in the MORNING without givin you half of my dough And even worse if I was broke would you WANT ME? If I couldn't get you finer things like all of them diamond rings bitches KILL FOR would you STILL ROLL? If we couldn't see the sun risin off the shore of Thailand would you RIDE THEN, if I wasn't DRIVIN? If I wasn't ah, eight figure nigga by the name of Jigga would you come around me or would you clown me? If I couldn't flow futuristic would ya put your two lips on my wood and kiss it - could ya see yourself with a nigga workin hard at a 9 to 5 and then ten to six, two jobs to survive, or do you need a BALLER? So you can shop and tear the MALL UP? Brag, tell your friends what I BOUGHT YA If you couldn't see yourself with a nigga when his dough is low Baby girl, if this is so, yo.. Chorus: repeat 2X [Jay-Z] Can I get a FUCK YOU to these bitches from all of my niggaz who don't love hoes, they get no dough [Amil] Can I get a WOOP WOOP to these niggaz from all of my bitches who don't got love for niggaz without dubs? [Amil] Now can you bounce wit me, uhh [Jay-Z] Bounce wit me, bounce wit me Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me [Amil] Uh uh.. Major Coins, Amil-lion [Jay-Z] Bounce wit me, bounce wit me [Amil] Uhh, yo bounce wit me [Jay-Z] Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me [Amil] Yeah, uh-uh uh uh [Amil] You ain't gotta be rich but FUCK THAT How we gonna get around your BUS PASS Fo' I put this pussy on your mustache Can you AFFORD ME, my niggaz breadwinners, never corny Ambition makes me, so horny Not the fussin and the frontin If you got nuttin, baby boy, you betta "Git Up, Git Out and get somethin" Shit! I like a, lot of Pravada, Alize and Vodka Late nights, candlelight, then I tear the cock up Get it up I put it down erytime it pop up, huh I got to snap em, let it loose, then I knock ya Feel the juice, then I got ya, when you produce a rocka I let you meet momma and introduce you to poppa My, coochie remains in a Gucci name Never test my patience nigga, I'm high maintenance HIGH CLASS, if you ain't rollin, bypass If you ain't holdin, I dash yo Chorus [Jay-Z] Now can you bounce for me, bounce for me [Ja] Uhh [Jay-Z] Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me [Ja] Uhh! [Jay-Z] Gi-gi-gi-geyeah-geyeah [Jay-Z] Can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me [Ja] UHH! [Jay-Z] Gi-gi-gi-gi can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me [Ja] Uhh! Yeah [Ja Rule] It ain't even a question how my dough flows, I'm good to these bad hoes Like my bush wet and undry like damp clothes What y'all niggaz don't know, it's eazy, to pimp a hoe Bitches betta have my, money fo' sho' Before they go, runnin they mouth, promotin half I be diggin they, back out, go 'head, let it out I fucks with my gat out, bounce and leave a hundred Makin em feel, slutted even if they don't want it It's been SO LONG since I met a chick ain't on my tips but then I'm DEAD WRONG, when I tell em BE GONE So HOLD ON to the feelin of flossin and platinum cause from NOW ON, you can witness Ja the I-CON with hoodies and TIMBS ON, cause I thugs my bitches VeVe, studs my bitches, then we rob bitch niggaz I'm talkin bout straight figures if you here, you wit us If not Boo, you know what, I still fucked you Chorus [Jay-Z] Now can you bounce wit me, bounce wit me Ge-gi, ge-gi-gi-gi bounce wit me, bounce wit me Wit me wit me wit me bounce wit me, bounce wit me Bounce, bitch, bounce.. wit me wit me wit me wit me Can ya bounce wit me wit me Ge-gi, uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh Uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh Can ya bounce wit me bounce wit me Geyeah Geyeah |
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from Ja Rule - R.U.L.E. (2004)
[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 Urban Jeffrey 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 - 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] 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 - 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 [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 [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 |
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from Ja Rule - Rule 3:36 / Explicit Version (2000)
Chris Black (Skit) (One of us) Yeah, Rule (One uf us) Yeah, nigga If God were one of us (One of us) What about that? What if he was? What if he was me? (One of us) What the fuck would I do? Lord, when I die pacify, crucify me I rock a Devil cross, one's for the soul one's for the body If I'm built then God dies, I wanna see God cry Real tears from a burned out life in ten years I sware I got the Devil in me, with no fear If I hear I can't see, if I can't see I can't hear It's the eerie little thing between deathness and blindness Weakness and kindness, rejects and primaz I'm on this when I'm hollerin' |
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from Ja Rule - Venni Vetti Vecci / Explicit Version (1999)
Chris Black (Skit) (One of us) Yeah, Rule (One uf us) Yeah, nigga If God were one of us (One of us) What about that? What if he was? What if he was me? (One of us) What the fuck would I do? Lord, when I die pacify, crucify me I rock a Devil cross, one's for the soul one's for the body If I'm built then God dies, I wanna see God cry Real tears from a burned out life in ten years I sware I got the Devil in me, with no fear If I hear I can't see, if I can't see I can't hear It's the eerie little thing between deathness and blindness Weakness and kindness, rejects and primaz I'm on this when I'm hollerin' |
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from Ja Rule - Blood In My Eye (2003)
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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from Ja Rule - Exodus (2005)
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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from Ja Rule - The Last Temptation (2002)
Woooooo
Murder Inc Motherfucker *We world wide connected, and ya'll don't want to fuck with us In the streets we respected, so ya'll don't want to fuck wit us World wide connected nigga, ya'll don't want to fuck wit us We gangster ass niggaz and we hard to hit Murder Inc in the role who could fuck wit this It ain't no verse mother fuckers who fake east thugs Its murder Inc In the role nigga throw up your dub They show us love in the club real niggaz bossed up man We heavily intoxicated so toss it up Attacks your mind and your conscience Written to enhance this verbally thugs grammar I'm bout to touch the roof wit it Extraordinary and I was never ordinary in cemetery bisit my thugs in mortuaries End all most reality young name and 'Pac I'm a keep my heat tucked until my soul goes pop I hear a lot of niggaz rapping But there ain't that many rappers out there scraping and keep it cracking We keep it happening I'm a million out the gate No scratch that 8 from cd's to tapes we rock like earthquakes I'm Eastwood catch me dipping a Fleetwood like a g should Young Eastwood is so damn good * Repeat Nigga think that I is raw spit Murder Inc in the role, we all sick So niggaz Involved get mauled quick as a dog and the raw gets you involved And I'm a draw quick, nigga awwww shit Punks talking lick I haul off quick Wit a sawed off kick It's like they fall off cliffs Y'all call it off before all y'all get stoned like you're fallen off in a raw mosh pit Get tossed in a ditch your coffin is sick While I floss in the awesomest whips and I toss in your chicks Your caution when your calling your six Cause your talk can get you crossed and lost in the mix I'm a pause in the bitch bossed in the pits Burn I serve niggaz stay off at ya clique Spend off with ya grip my land of gangreen You have the doctors taking your leg off of your hip Motherfucker! * Repeat All y'all niggaz need to get off my dick I spit it how I live it plus the flows real sick I got killers ranged from Compton to Cleveland World wide connected any type niggaz there's no breathing Give me the reason I put a halo throw your mental And give your the Holy Spirit and see you to gods temple I'm the avenging angle and earth be thy claim And Ja be thy name, I know your all praying For the day of my diminishing, Why don't somebody finish them off and put it right through his cross The X is the 50 ya'll got to be kidding me These niggaz is my sons I raised them from young Curtis and little Earl should of been little girls Cause they bitch made and they act like one of my itchbays Touche! The Rule is more than ready Gun heavy and world wide connected (feel me) * Repeat |
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from Ja Rule - Venni Vetti Vecci / Explicit Version (1999)
[Ja Rule] Uh, yeah It's Ja Rule nigga Uh, uh, yeah Feel this Uh, Ja Rule nigga Def Jam, Ja Look at my life style it's dangerous When I was young this sorta life was contagious Hustlin' hard like them sharks down in Vegas My gat and I come bust spontaneous This world made us to take only what they gave us The game is our loss Watch yo gloat Then show you that this world aint yours Push crack like swingin' doors And leave strips wide open Ja's holdin A pair a nines and ya'll cats foldin' My life ain't been all that goldin' This ryme hit me at a young age and kept callin' I know I'm fallin' To the evil of money and drugs and lost woman But thats what I'm lovin' about livin' Bein' I see my birth as a givin' Knowin' my inner limits This game aint no scrimmage Lets play big we're winners Beg the Lord for forgiveness For when I die please take me off your shit list Cause I'll be nameless Puttin' them through changes The J to the A Niggas know the flows crazy [Chorus] What makes a nigga what he is? And how do we get from where we at to where we be? It's evident who's out for the dead president And why so many close to my heart had to die Were we goin' in life figure There's no start no end But when in doubt you could count on your nigga What makes a nigga what he is? And how do we get from where we at to where we be? It's evident who's out for the dead president And why so many close to my heart had to die Where we goin' in life figure There's no start no end But when in doubt You could count on your nigga [Ja Rule] I got a lust for this money Admire them old timers Assume with no conscience Made a world so chaotic Opened up my mind and introduced me to narcotics Brand new wips not this thicks the hottest chicks I just can't seem to keep them off my dicks The difference is ya'll did ya'll thing on the low Made alot of doe We did our thing high pro Thou we still blew I wish I knew dirty money was evil I never understood until I lost a few people Dead and gone still their memory lives on Throw a mural up let them niggas them was loved Now were in to better things Got our hands on every ring Crime in the streets Cause it's my time I draw the line between love and war really Nigga you with me Your flossin, out side that you fear me Literally strait up and down with no cross As God is my witness and JA is yours I'm a spit in your directions Hit the floors, Nigga [Chorus] What makes a nigga what he is? And how do we get from where we at to where we be? It's evident who's out for the dead president And why so many close to my heart had to die Were we goin' in life figure There's no start no end But when in doubt you could count on your nigga What makes a nigga what he is? And how do we get from where we at to where we be? It's evident who's out for the dead president And why so many close to my heart had to die Where we goin' in life figure There's no start no end But when in doubt You could count on your nigga Uh, yeah Uh It's Def Jam Topp dogg nigga Recognize Uh, Uh Ja Rule nigga Uh, Uh Recognize Def Jam nigga Uh, yeah Recognize Uh, yo I'm big boy nigga What the deal big boy What the deal Uh, yeah All my niggas, live on Dog We kill 'em all [Chorus] What makes a nigga what he is? And how do we get from where we at to where we be? It's evident who's out for the dead president And why so many close to my heart had to die Were we goin' in life figure There's no start no end But when in doubt you could count on your nigga What makes a nigga what he is? And how do we get from where we at to where we be? It's evident who's out for the dead president And why so many close to my heart had to die Where we goin' in life figure There's no start no end But when in doubt You could count on your nigga Uh, yeah |
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from Ja Rule - Venni Vetti Vecci / Explicit Version (1999)
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 yea [Chorus] I'll always come back to you I'll always come back to you I'll always come back to you You're my baby now and ever Yo Ja's imagery is somewhat like God and its 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 grew 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 Fo real [Chorus] When I look in yo eyes I see stars It's me and you against the world Baby it's in the signs And anything you want you can get it daddy's getting it done You the reason why I keep the hundreds under the ones And go through rain sleet and snow to kiss the sun Though my travel through the storm has just begun Swear to god when my sister died, I was only five Didn't even cry, couldn't know the value of a life Know I realize why Brittney's so rare to me She came at the time when nobody cared for me This world's tough, I'ma guide you through it carefully Learn the game and remember nothing in life's free My little lady, can't quite understand me now But baby, in time I'll break it down So keep yo head steady, baby this world ain't ready Make me proud you're daddy's little baby Fo real [Chorus] |
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from Ja Rule - Exodus (2005)
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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from Ja Rule - The Last Temptation (2002)
Yeah. Yo yo yo yo.
Holla. Last Temptation. Coming through now niggas. Its a problem. It's a problem. Always has been. (Ja laughing). Yo Buck turn me up a lil bit in my mother fuckin head phones and shit. Cmon Let these niggas know. They don't know. Mother fuckers ya'll want war with the God. Cmon ya'll know better. I'll put holes in your leather reknit your sweater and I'll bet the flows wetter on ocean front property. Better come at me properly, niggas better up off of me. But I believe I'm scared to clap hammers and the fact that I'm unpredictable gives me the advantage. What the fuck am I speaking spanish niggas when I got to tell ya'll in detail how we murder niggas. Handle your business. The Inc is religious. Murders the sacrifce. We throwin M's niggas that means murder for life. And I'm die for that red and black. That house with the chedda stack and the smiles from my kids faces. What could replace this? This lil nigga here that come to grip with death can taste it. My airs thick and filled with hatred. Surprised at the look in my eyes, well don't be I'm just following the foots of the lord that made me. If I go crazy the same, Imma blame it on the world for what I became cuz they gave me all the fame and the money man. Made me an icon, so the world could catch a nigga with his lights on. Thats the pros and cons. You're never quite free. But just give me a lil room so I can breath. And my pain gonna be the death for me. But took me long is my destiny, my black people. (Ja laughs) Yeah. We out. Holla. |
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from Ja Rule - The Last Temptation (2002)
yeah. yo yo yo YO
holla last temptation comin' through now niggas its a problem (its a problem) always has been (hahha) yo buck turn me up a lil bit in my motherfuckin headphones ya shit. comeon, and let these niggas know (let 'em know) Motherfuckers you want war wit the god come on, ya'll know betta i put holes in ya leatha reknit 'cha sweata and i bet the floors wetta than ocean front property betta come at me properly niggas betta on popin' me but i believe ya'll scared to clap from hammers and the fact that im unpredictable gives me the advantage what the fuck? am i speakin spanish? niggas have i got ta tell ya'll in detail how we murder niggas hand in yo business the Inc. is religous murder is the sacrafice we throwin' ems niggas that means murder for life and im die fo that red and black the house wit the cheddah stack and the smiles on my kids faces what to replace this this little nigga here ta come with grips with death and taste it my airs thick and filled with hatered suprsised at the look in my eyes? well dont be im just followin the footsteps of the Lord done paved me if i go crazy its the same ima blame it on the world for what i became cuz they gave me all the fame and the money name the million icon so the world can catch a nigga wit his lights on thats the pros and cons ya never quite free but just give me a lil room so i can breathe and my pain goin be the death for me but to be loved is my destiny my black people yeah. we out. holla! |
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from Ja Rule - Pain Is Love (2001)
Gotti, here we go again, yo..
Two two-nine and seventy-six, get off my dick, niggaz I'm born The future problem's, kickin and carryin on Cause I got blood in my lungs and can't breathe, just conceived And a nigga already fixin to leave this ungodly world - and to think, I got a baby girl to raise, in this deadly era of AIDS Just yesterday we were slaves, and good friends Now that we got ends that don't meet niggaz we will meet again I wanna know why, the shit gets said The shit gets wrote, the shit gets read, motherfuckers get fed I shed a tear for my ride or die, cause thugs cry And the truth'll shatter niggaz pride like cold lies Can I live? Dog, why you wanna stop the Rule from risin? And I G for me, surprise and growl at the young that you called a liar Now I'm the king of this jungle, no more denyin Talk to the iron if you wanna holla, I'll pop at you Probably, piercin your bone when you poppin your collar Cause this is, pain over love, my style's brain on drugs Yo' style's can't catch up to Rule niggaz whassup? Motherfucker When the gun blows, and the shots fall When the smoke clears, we'll be right here Screamin murder (murda!) Know it's murder (murda!) Murder (fuck y'all!) We'll be right here (you hear?) When the gun blows (c'mon!) and the shots fall (c'mon!) When the smoke clears (murda!) we'll be right here (murda!) Screamin murder (yeah!) Know it's murder (yeah!) Murder - we'll be right here - cause it's.. MURDER!!!! Yeah.. yeah.. M'uhfuckers y'all want problems, c'mon, I'm the nigga to give 'em Niggaz don't want none of the Rule they know how hard I'm hittin Why should I bother with 'em, when they ain't touchin what I'm doin? I'm takin this rap game, to levels that's unhuman (c'mon niggaz) I'm a beast, with animalistic, intentions And the best of y'all niggaz is honorable mentions Standin next to I-N-C, niggaz Y'all fear we, rap's first organized crime family Sellin more records than dope, these days apparently Got bitches on both coasts, we don't fuck sporadically How you gon' handle me? I'm pushin your pill Crossin 'em over, shoot from the corner, three mill' I'm the franchise deal that bust hotter than burners Y'all niggaz want it come and get it but just know motherfuckers it's - MURDER!!!! When the gun blows, and the shots fall When the smoke clears, we'll be right here Screamin murder - know it's murder Murder - we'll be right here When the gun blows, and the shots fall When the smoke clears, we'll be right here Screamin murder - know it's murder Murder - we'll be right here - cause it's.. MURDER!!!! |
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from Ja Rule - Rule 3:36 / Explicit Version (2000)
[Tah Murdah]
Yea We about money and murda The fuck y'all want to do Either pass that paper Or we gonna have to kill you It's like that nigga Don't question why Cuz when it's murda motherfucker Everybody gotta die Die motherfucker die Die motherfucker die Die motherfucker die Die motherfucker die [Tah Murdah] Money ain't never been nothing I hit the block if this shit get ugly And it ain't never been in my heart to let niggas thug me Hit the dealer and cop a drop if the eyes is buggy And pull up in front of the spot cause the mommies love me (It's gangsta) yeah and ain't no nigga gone match me Stocky, chubby nigga voice real raspy I see you real flashy "but that ain't gone last nigga" Pop fire off shots "and that's your ass nigga" It's war now that's why I keep the four with long nozzle Six-hundred bad bitch on it holding down the throttle And fuck that beef shit cause some beef won't die And some niggas will say they gangsta but they won't ride And while it's hard for you to decide I'll let it fly Forty shots hit your ride up hit the tropics and hide up Under palm tree's to white sand Everything is a price man You snipe when bullets are piping hot When it's your flesh it begin warming you Now die motherfucker die Cuz I'm tired of warning you [Black Child] Yeah we hear now, die motherfucker Don't be scared now, die motherfucker Black Child I'm off parole it's murda now In a hood near you about to burn it down Word to God it feels like I'm from every hood Cuz when you ghetto your ghetto with gats you good Sell cracks if you could bust your gat when you should It's for my blacks from the bricks back to Inglewood We eat together nigga fuck the crossroads In this world my flow is another lost soul My shit sounds like shots from a four pound For these bitch clowns it's war now It's all about paper that's my issue Fuck peace you can have a piece of the pistol [Chorus x2: Ja Rule] Everybody gonna die but nobody want dead Die motherfucker die, it's your life Everybody wanna live, but they wanna live scared Die motherfucker Die, that's your life [Ja Rule] Niggas know the truth Rule raises the roof Cuz I pop more shots than Abdul-Rauf And when the concludes I bring closure to the situ Come thru squeeze eight out the stolen black pinto Niggas know my mental kill or be killed head for the hills But don't never slide down it if you to high ground it (puff, puff) uhhh! Is how it sounded two shots thru and silent And one nigga stripped of his talents New fucking Yiddy City the sex and violence Where first time offenders get floated to the island And one time give a nigga one time Breathe wrong and a nigga have a blown mind I blow lines like an addict Bust guns erratic shine blind like carats Rules above average me and this music make a marriage So I thee wed till I'm either jailed or dead motherfuckers Feel me niggas [Black Child] Word to God Feel us nigga We here, again It's Murda [Chorus x2] |
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from Ja Rule - Pain Is Love (2001)
Every thug needs lady
and every thug needs a down ass bitch, huh, feel me Every thug needs a lady Baby I'm convinced, you my down ass bitch * Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah) If you'd lie for me, like you loving me Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah) If you'd die for me, like you cry for me Baby say yeah(baby say yeah) If you'd kill for me, like you comfort me Baby say yeah(baby say yeah) Girl I'm convinced, you're my down ass bitch Uh I know that you're loving me, cause you thug with me, who bust slugs for me? My baby Who gon'kill for you, like I comfort you, who else but the Rule? You feel me Girl when we connect the dots we hit the spot Twin Benz's, you ride hard, I ride drop And to make it better, baby got the nina' Beretta tucked low And I'm two cars back with the four - four And freaks you out, on your momma's couch, that's what us thugs be' bout Yoy know me And when I pray for love, baby pray for us, who celebrates the thugs? My lady Got me seekin capital game when I spit sixteen Whether bars or sixteens in the doors of cars A star is born In the hood, made a name live on, R-U-L-E, ladies, feel me *repeat Now I'm show you blood or love, there's no belly you bounce from Blow sellin, dough amounts to no tellin There'll be no tellin,snitches get it back Those gats to backs for my boy What part of the game is that, huh? Niggas and they feelings 'cause I handle your dealings, keep your name in tact My fame's in tact so cops won't know whatit's hittin for Now hoes wanna know what you shittin for 'Cause I'm your bitch, the bonnie to your Clide It's mental, mash your enemies, we out in the rental I'm your bitch, niggas run up on ya, shift ya lungs, who's your organ donnor? What they know about,extreme meausures I'm a ride with you And my baby three - eighty at my side And we lock the town,I'm ass down as any thug My love, they gotta take us in blood, what **repeat You could die from love, at any given time I could die from slugs But that's what this life is capable of The death and the life of a bitch and a thug, is what I'm scared of But God up in heavenwho ain't afraid to, tuck the toast in the Escalade Pop on niggas that showin me shade, but only for the Rule 'cause my baby Got me a down ass bitch with red hair, that don't care Blazed by the shots and flares Gir c'mon follow me, and bust back at police, conceal ya heat It's a bit much to blaze up, Rule and Chuck, N-I-G, the Muderous, I-N-C With ond on the hip, one in the holster, nigga will toast ya quick Especiallya down ass bitch ***repeat Thug on, 'cause you my down ass bitch Thug on, ladies Thug on 'cause you my down ass bitch Thug on, baby Thug on, 'cause you my down ass bitch Thug on, ladies Thug on, 'cause you my down ass bitch Thug on, baby ****repeat |
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from Def Jam 25: Volume 8 - Girls Just Wanna (2009) | |||||
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from Ja Rule - Venni Vetti Vecci / Explicit Version (1999)
[Ja Rule] Uh, yeah It's Ja Rule baby It's E-Dub Yeah Def Squad Uh Y'all motherfuckers think it's a game right? Get da name right R-U-L-E baby My shit is airtight Compressed, dead all da non-sense Pass da 4-5th and load up the cartridge E Reved up da 6 We about to blow out like bitchez wit bad kidz Once u feelin da slugz hit Datz as real as it gets Then you wonda Why da quake can come from unda-neath, while you figure it out You on da streetz Laid out wit da gun still stuck in yo mouth Fuckin wit Ja is suttin Niggaz fearfully doubt Cuz I don't give a fuck I don't give a fuck, god may I ask from yo prayer so my soul don't die These is real tears I cried And dreamz don't lie When they tell me dat I'm doin good in da devilz eyez But I preach to Im Be dat same, Nigga put da heat to Im Askin E Dub what da fuck you wan do to Im [E-Dub] E-Dub and Ja An eye for an eye, Gat for Gat Peep Game, Cover the Mic and Spit Flamez Two cats who come strapped, self contained Ain't shit this raw since Big Daddy Kane Heavyweight, I knock a Nigga out in two Put him to sleep, see dreamz and swear it wasn't true Look at you, lame, I'm iller, rhyme killa, Comin thru like da return of Godzila Chorus: Ja and {E-Dub} Now can I tell ya E and Ja top doggz, def squad, Fuckin wit us is like, {suicide} Bow down, real niggaz on da move comin thru blazin you Cuz we are {livin l-i-i-fe} Thug style, Hennesey, Blazin treez, Gettin g's, indeed, Cuz we will {do or d-i-i-i-e} Right now by any meanz {Words is bond word is bond} [Ja Rule] Ain't nobody touchin da ground dat I walk on My Love, It's just so strong If you crossin me you dead wrong And you know cuz you feel it in yo heart nigga And you don't sleep cuz yo soul might fall apart nigga If you feelin me now, The strenght got you settlin down We puttin in work In otha words we puttin in roundz Take two for now Ja and E-Dub Strictly for the love We fuck hoez and bust slugz, Nigga Why in da world would you put me in da position To put niggaz out of commision, love, willin and wishin Cuz I'm feelin the need to cut off da air dat you breathe By any means it's Ja and E no in beetweens [E-Dub] Now we move agile, You and yo niggaz is fragile Like glass and UPS boxes, Shit watch this Still housin, The year 2000's now So fear this or we in yo face niggaz, BLAAU Chorus: Ja and {E-Dub} Now can I tell ya E and Ja top doggz, def squad, Fuckin wit us is like, {suicide} Bow down, real niggaz on da move comin thru blazin you Cuz we are {livin l-i-i-fe} Thug style, Hennesey, Blazin treez, Gettin g's, indeed, Cuz we will {do or d-i-i-i-e} Right now by any meanz {Words is bond word is bond} [Ja Rule] Now what I love is to see my niggaz on top And I feel that we can't be stopped And my life don't mean shit to me But my life gon make history Feel me, a nigga ain't supposed to be As deadly, and you ain't even close to me Respect me, cuz we livin dangerously Luv me, cuz y'all cant even FUCK wit me Chorus: Ja and {E-Dub} Now can I tell ya E and Ja top doggz, def squad, Fuckin wit us is like, {suicide} Bow down, real niggaz on da move comin thru blazin you Cuz we are {livin l-i-i-fe} Thug style, Hennesey, Blazin treez, Gettin g's, indeed, Cuz we will {do or d-i-i-i-e} Right now by any meanz {Words is bond word is bond} Uhhhhh........ |
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from Ja Rule - The Last Temptation (2002)
Extra extra. Extra extra. Hear all about it.
Ja Rule has just been elected president of the United Ghettos of Emerica. And this is what he has to say at press time. At press time this is what Ja Rule had to say. Emerica. My peoples. *Welcome to Emerica baby. Cuz I didn't think this world would do what its doing to me. Welcome to Emerica baby. Cuz I didn't think this world would do what its done to me. * Repeat Niggas if I could pledge my alligence to the united ghettos of emerica. I wanna tell you bro to cut the taxes for strippers and thgs. Its all good. Rule for mayor in all hoods and as well I should. I may just be pubically misunderstood when they caught me getting high in the back of the old jail. Was you freaking them hoes well. I could say I was getting a lil head but so what Bill and Hilary stayed good and still. Thats a down ass btich for ya. Whats up with some soap and water and return them dirty drawers to their rightful owner. Now thats creep shit 101 I got this broad on the 101. She bobbing ? is she conscious, no nonsense she like to tickle the dick on the low only constant. Can you tell me it was a church girl, protestant. Its alright ma you rolling with the Inc. * Repeat (x2) Yeah I'm here. Can you tell me more niggas living, living ? in Emerica. I'm never gon gail nigga. I'm telling ya. Young life's a competitor into the real my niggas heading up hill. I'm letting you know thats shits real. I came into the game copped a deal, aiming to get this shit still It aint been a minute I aint been hiding it. Handle my business, high when I'm fucking you bitches right yeah you witnessing my life. ? my night and the ghetto holding my medal tight. Still in Emerica, the military is ? a nigga hoes better oved will never be available that easy. I'm heada the rest and up with the best in the minds of the bitches that stress given them hard sex. Regardless I'm set for life, enlighten hoes to write and hit the mic, not over night you get the gift to be the best for something. Life end up in Emerica. Young Life is coming home, mother fuckers prepared enuff. * Repeat (x2) Now end up at crack houses, hustlers and hoes, lil younguns up on the corner nigga smoking that bowl. Around the way when I's coming up wasn't no peers thats why they find your ass slow in the beers, but still I got that paper jo' blowing my weed and then that ? motherfucker got it from me. But nowadays these yougnuns rolling on E and the nigga that supplying thats' who running the streets. Now look this ain't no crack thing. I gots to come up on the stash and get back man. Cuz I'mma witness on the street, they say them hoes do fucking with X like she fucking a hot clock wtach you swallow my check. Its real. A real nigga want his dick sucked. Bitches why bitches turn every hoe into a ? trick. Its pimp shit. No limp lick just a gansta fuck. Why the murderers will make you bust. * Repeat (x2) |
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from Ja Rule - Rule 3:36 / Explicit Version (2000)
{Ja Rule}
Yeah.. yeah.. Uhh, uhh, you don't want it You one of them jokers there Split it in half nigga Gimme that vodka water too.. yeah.. World get on one, if you not afraid to fly You need to get on a flight and fly tonight Run up in the hottest clubs so high That tonight for these hoes is nuttin but love I'm feelin extra extraordinarily freaky And I know you hoes wanna roll with me I shoot by the bar - place my order Big baller orderin all that damn water I head up to VIP thug-style like WOW; nobody sippin on cristal? They all got a Evian or OJ And shorty that I just met name was Candy Said she let this true candy to bring it up I said that's cool with me as ya ass I touch She said rule you scandalous lick the lips Popped another one and grabbed my nuts I said i fuck so fabulous on ex' all night Nothin but sweat and rough sex Now ya know what's next We up to high noonin Schlep Yed and girls its so good I don't wanna control ya Just wanna make ya mine And when your life's outta order Just have a good time And ex-ta-sy I wanna fly And bring ya sex-in me I feel right Ex-ta-sy I'm whirrin high When ya sex-in me i feel right Ex-ta-sy I'm gonna fly And when ya sex-in me i feel right Ex-ta-sy I'm flyin high And when ya sex-in me its so right Yea yea bitch c'mon We fly high baby Just you and I baby Gotta flight that leaves At a quarter to nine Anybody boardin? c'mon then We ballin WOW and full of 'ribean Hard to keep my balance So when I'm in mo all of you hoes got the talent High feelin like its all love and no valin Full of sweat, bloodshot eyes, and large pupils, X-men This is some shit that i could get used to I usually blow weed with intentions to OD Drink "evian" slowly when I'm on E And only those who feel me Are gonna hear me Especially hoes -n- extasy We got the murder man that's the spot to chill Got bitches pop the pill feelin hot for real Take that shirt off take that skirt off Cuz my dick is hard and your ass is soft Now that's a freaky combination And freaky conversations Lead into freaky situations Like me tastin your sexuality Sexy you ever took extasy? And have you wildin in a club Smilin at a thug Express your hugs With one fuckin all of us That's right we freakin off for life Pass the OJ we gettin high tonight, On And ex-ta-sy I wanna fly And bring ya sex-in me I feel right Ex-ta-sy I'm whirrin high When ya sex-in me i feel right Ex-ta-sy I'm gonna fly And when ya sex-in me i feel right Ex-ta-sy I'm flyin high And when ya sex-in me its so right Deutsche Deutsche Before i start the Porsche I keep them pumpin off the Calvin Kleins, Buddah's And the Nike swoosh And party saggin like two loose socks Invest the money in stocks We gettin the orange juice crops We ready to get outta hear Disappear The bitch get like David Copperfield When she pop a pill Wanna do it in the high heels On top of a high hill Cause my nigga ain't tryin to run up then i will Hit it from behind that's how i polly wit mines Man we up all night fuckin by the Hollywood sign Yea got smacked up Everytime she backed up Didn't know there was room in the back Of the lack truck I pass her the job then he Passed it back Hope my girl to find a magnum raps You need a shoe shine job The way you polish a knob Backstage panties down eat dick Good-bye Biotch!! I don't wanna control ya Just wanna make ya mine And when your life's outta order Just have a good time And ex-ta-sy I wanna fly And bring ya sex-in me I feel right Ex-ta-sy I'm whirrin high When ya sex-in me i feel right Ex-ta-sy I'm gonna fly And when ya sex-in me i feel right Ex-ta-sy I'm flyin high And when ya sex-in me its so right Yea bitch c'mon!! |
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from Ja Rule - Rule 3:36 / Explicit Version (2000) | |||||
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from Wanessa Camargo - Fly [digital single] (2010) | |||||
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from Ja Rule - PIL 2 (Explicit) (2012) | |||||
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from The Fast And The Furious (분노의 질주) by Brian Tyler [ost] (2001)
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Rule nigga Ja Rule, O1 Yeah It's our world, please believe Niggas ain't real, please believe It's murda, please believe I-N-C niggas what's fucking with me? R-U-L-E love me or hate me baby Refer to 3:36 baby That's the rule please niggas don't get it confused See this game that we playing, y'all playing to lose Who's next that wanna ride (who) Spitting (who) how I do niggas (who?) knowin they wanna ride (who) Rule baby, I've been really outta control lately If you relating let me hear ya say yea-yaay yea-yaay Y'all feeling my pain? I've been running wild time and again Y'all swerve in my lane, I'll pull up and start popping ya brain Fuck knowin' these broads names, extravengant champagne Y'all niggas is lame, my niggas ain't sane Who you fuckin' with? *Ya'll niggas wanna dead (who) Then wanna ride (who?) Ya'll know the niggas who steady screaming (fuck you) It's murda murda, you know it's murda murda We scream it, we yell it, we living murda murda murda Ya'll ain't feelin (who) Ya'll don't like (who) Ya'll know the niggas that be steady screaming (fuck you) It's murda murda, you know it's murda murda We live it, we breathe it, we screaming murda murda murda Murder Inc is my blood We go through the pain together by any means Popping it hot at whoever or so it seems Niggas that getting hot not this hot nigga very hot See it in your eyes niggas ready to die But as long as I'm alive I'm putting this on my life For niggas that ain't right they get it upon sight If ya know me then you know we pop away Cock and pop again baby, men will be men I spit off 10 fuck it give 'em the 16 Like my guns dirty and hands clean Loose bitches in tight jeans Old money and crack fiends was a fetish Before Guliani got into office and deaded shit Fuck it I'm living my life on the edge Got one in the head plus a nigga's fed 'nuff said I'm gonna behead niggas that don't believe this Rule baby, 3:36 * Repeat We are the world's most dangerous niggas alive All of my niggas bang with us and let's ride Muthafuckas will war but not many survive Cuz 50 shots tearing through the side of ya ride Cuz we are (murderers) Muthafucka you heard player (murderers) Popping collars in air Popping shots through ya rearview Bullets, they tear through Got niggas wondering like "What the fuck did I do?" So niggas wanna go and get they man cuz they can't do this shit Because they ain't got no heart for this, bust a gun and body shit Niggas like you probably snitch, do a nigga then get rich Niggas like you always fit 6 feet deep inside a ditch There ain't nothing fucking with this ya know why? Nigga I just came into the game ready to die Ready to hold heat, drive-by with Rule Popping shots through the sun roof screaming "fuck you" * Repeat |
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from Def Squad - Def Squad Presents Erick Dnasis (2000)
(Erick Onasis (Sermon))
Check it, when I come in the place excitement Like a plane watch, take it to Jacob and iced it E coming through in the purest form On some Striesand shit, when a star is born I might rock a fake diamond watch for this evening You rob me, end up dead for now reason I approach those that wanna cramp my style When I ask they be like "Huh" like in Juvenile Crack a smile, say a rhyme thats straight out cold Strong enough to grab you with its choke hold So whats cha'll want, don't dare taunt 'Fore I leave you in back of somebodies restaurant Layin flat with the rats and cats By a cardboard box where the bums be at And one more thing, for those that wanna bite my shit I hope you choke and nobody give you the himelic, DEAD Onasis Aristotle, on the mic paint a picture that would awake Picasso Yeeaaahhh, yeah, you can't be believing it You imagine it, you and to me are both seeing shit Chorus: Erick & Ja Rule No matter what the deal, we get the money money No matter how we feel, we get the money money Without, or with the steal, we get the money money Walk around with a fat bank roll, we get the money money No matter what the deal, we get the money money No matter how we feel, we get the money money Without, or with the steal, we get the money money Walk around with a fat bank roll (Ja Rule) E-Dub, get a nigga involved, let me spit a few bars Of murderous material, niggas venirial, diseases to me And its startin to burn when I piss on emcees Niggas want it with me, who I be? The one that got you ready to run The one with rhyme or reason to bust my gun Whats the outcome, another nigga gettin smoked? Another nigga found slain with a tongue out his throat Son its no joke, I pump lead like bad dope And leave niggas nodding out with no hope I'ma spit various flows, and fuck various hoes Rule, E-Dub, and Short Dog it shows That the niggas with the money get the bitches bitches Rolled up on dubs, deep dishes dishes Niggas don't want it with me J-the A-the R-U-L-E Nigga I get the money money Chorus Aiyyo, who asked who I be, I'm the phantom With a microphone to blow spots random Got distribution boostin from here to Houston Known for full fledge producing Cats were reluctant When I came through the spot a crunked it Laid back and funked it, yeah No matter what, I puts in work E, I do it all day, I do it in spurts Suckers lost up in NYC with ??? Fake thug emcees that never did dirt Yo, me and Ja Rule make ya holla holla We get money like minister ??? dollar Us two linked up, cased the bank and hit a brink up Past the bar and mixed the drink up Believe I got major cash (How?) Street talkin like Big Boi from Outkast (Uh huh) Chorus |
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from Ja Rule - R.U.L.E. (2004)
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 Flex-in |
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from Ja Rule - Rule 3:36 / Explicit Version (2000)
yeah yeah, hold up, hold up, hold up. What the fuck do you want before I open up this grey box? Girl: Nigga, you know what I want. I want that x. yeah, but what kind you want? You want the white booties, you want the green nikes, you want the Calvin Kleins, you want the Versaces. You know I got it all. Please believe that. You, how high you wanna fly? |
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from Ja Rule - R.U.L.E. (2004)
[Chorus] Well bitch niggaz get you of the grind, nigga grab the nine and Well fake niggaz try to cop the style, cop the 40 cal then Well if you don't like the way its going down, nigga grip the pounding And if there's more than one that got the gold, grab the cal keep going [Verse 1 - Ja Rule] Real talk, the inc about to run New York Cause there's no real niggaz left to hold the torch Who gon' hold us of, cause you don't read newspaper's nigga Lt Ja tell it, that's murder inc boy's, that's real killers Money laundering, tax avaid and drug dealers Backed by chemical grit, you can't be serious We just niggaz getting money, fucking all the bitches And life and death between a matter of inches You know That fo' four that handle his buisness Like capital game, reload and hit them with intrest Damn What so gangsta about these niggaz Now I got the full speed niggaz, led Leave them dead over prayers, or head Cause we done fucking these same bitches And you know they talk, and the pillows be my witness My forgiveness Niggaz can't be this stupid It's gun talk, niggaz better get used to it [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Blackchild] I dont' care if you're a criminal or a cop, shoot or get shot I'm raised by the plot, product of the hater The gauge and the glock, and I keep a blade I ain't afraid if it pop, the gauge still a gun Married muder one, sleep with the fishes Tasting red rum, young and corrupted Nothing to fuck with, straight out of the gutter With no introduction Our role models is forced with the hollows Fuck slothes the swallow the fifth a holla The whitness and the polla Weed twisting ganja Load up the clip's and flip the corner They Morner, be morners stay gunner We gangster, gangster point and blank ya' Thank ya' Niggaz keep me in the mood To eat a nigga food I murder with real bombs [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Ja Rule] The nine the cal the pound of coke, niggaz The weed the dope the E' the coke, niggaz The gauge is mine, that's all I know I've been doing this since 9 6, the oldies know This tough load, the 3 8 o's, I let my hoe's hold Keep it in them working, In case I'm legal searching They got worship god, and trust the gun Ask for your forgiveness, and send niggaz up Fucking stick niggaz up, these bitch niggaz touch It's all about violence, real niggaz is silenced And know these niggaz whoes guns got low mileage Got ducked taped, all tied up in their houses I'll make you watch while I fuck the spouse This, ain't buisness, it's personal, gun talk when I holla your the first to know How many hoes, and how much blood has been lost of [Chorus] Yeah Murder INC We riding here motherfuckers |
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from Ja Rule - Caught Up [digital single] (2005) | |||||
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from Kemal Malovcic - Folk Hitovi 2 (2012) | |||||
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from Ja Rule - Venni Vetti Vecci / Explicit Version (1999)
Ja Rule: Chorus: (2X) (Holla Holla) All my niggaz thats ready to get (Dollaz Dollaz) Bitches know who can get em a little (Hotta Hotta) Come on, If you rollin' wit me (Follow Follow) Its Murda.. Verse 1: Think you fuckin' wit Ja, Nada Watcha wanna go Dolla for Dolla??? (Holla Holla) My niggaz is (Hotta Hotta) Fucks plenty bitches, and dug bitches for petty niggaz You look in me eyes and tell me they style aint ridiculous (Bitches Bitches) Pop da pussy and bounce like (Hit it Hit it) Sure if your favorite is long (Get it Get it) Baby Baby Dont you wanna leave tonite and fuck with me Cause we really need to be freaking off at any cost Its on me, if you married, then get a divorce When I hits it, some women get twisted Have em' twitchin', like "Damn look what the dick did" I just wanna hit it the worst way, right after a long day And put the puss on lay-a-way, Heard me? Im that, Dirty nigga that get you hot, and heat it Baby girl if you want it as bad as you need it Chorus: Repeat 2x Verse 2: Let me holla at my true thugs If niggas want war, bust slugs Nigga, what? Im hotta hotta and just cant be touched Plus, anybody that fucks with me, gonna get felt How many want it? Determines how the slugs get dealt Cuz I (Spit em' Spit em') Choke them niggas like roaches and then (Clip em' Clip em) Long as Im alive, Ima (Hit em' Hit em') Respect mines, to the day of my demise Dont fuck with me, cuz the flow's (Killa Killa) Whoever eva who wants it? Its yours, now your gonna (Get it Get it) (Feela Feela) Nigga full of holes Treat em' like hoes, and show no love to them homo thugs Its us you wanna fuck with As soon as them slugs skip from body to body Go from grave to bit I dont respect it, plus niggas commited treason Who want it with Ja? Who ready to die breathing? Chorus: Repeat 2x Verse 3: Ja baby, one of the many, many niggas who sip Henny With the the two seaters, sittin on twenties I, I be wit running in, running out Then, thou bestow hit em' up, gun em' down Niggaz aint ready for Ja, any way, any how I give it give it to niggaz, claimin' that they live it Real (Niggaz Niggaz) brandish the iron and flash Like (Hold this Hold this) when you got nothing to live for Notice, niggaz be hot, and more explosive Focus, ready to rip em' up with the dope, this My life, niggaz is frontin', and stuntin' for nothing Better act right, fore' I spark and dim your lights?? Im a hazard, to niggaz, a bastard To bitches, when in doubt, go for stealth, and clap the finish Anything movin' rightfully hit for wrong doin' I'ma follow and enourage all my niggaz to WHAT?!? Chorus: Repeat til' end |
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from Ja Rule - Exodus (2005)
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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from Ja Rule - Ja Rule:2005 (Live) (2006) | |||||
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from Ja Rule - Rule 3:36 / Explicit Version (2000)
(Chorus)
When I cry, you cry, we cry, together Said I cry, you cry, we cry, together Said I cry, you cry, we cry, together Said I cry, you cry, we cry, together I love my life, I love my wife A bad time to prevail, it overwhelmed me I'm livin' in hell, but livin' wealthy And know these hoes love me, because I'm a star I can't even cop a drink at the bar Get me some bottles of that Remi Martine Let's get the party cracking right here, fuck VIP Now when my baby loves me, home with tears in her eyes And when I get in, I hurt her more by telling her lies She ain't surprised at me, she's just surprised that we Been together for this long, and I can be The one to mistreat her, thought it last forever 'Cos if I cry, you cry, we cry together (chorus) From what I recall we was little niggas Cuttin' school, gettin' high with the hottest bitches Livin' life so free that we ain't fearing The ills of the world, and the heat of drug dealing You and I then made a killing, and stuck together In this land of forbidden treasure Love is the only evil seed that could sever a tie this close Not the love between us, but your love for the dough You went OT, started makin' m-o-n-e-y All my good niggas gotta die, wish it could last forever I wish death was pleasure 'Cos when you died, I cried, we cried together (chorus) Wash away your tears, my love You ain't got to 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, 'cos the nigga died happily My mama warned me life was a mothafucker But I ignored the warning and kept on hustlin' And every night, she'd just look at me Tears in her eyes, and they be saying shit like 'I don't want my baby to die' Brought so much pain into her life, I gotta make it better 'Cos when ma cried, I cried, we cried together (chorus) |
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from Ja Rule - Exodus (2005)
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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from Ja Rule - Ja Rule:2005 (Live) (2006) | |||||
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from Ja Rule - Venni Vetti Vecci / Explicit Version (1999) | |||||
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from Ja Rule - Rule 3:36 / Explicit Version (2000)
Tell 'em Reemo.....Distribution Well, you know what we'll do....tell 'em (baby) You know I.......(whachya gonna do now?) Fuck ya girl! Face down ass up You know we like to Fuck ya girl! In the middle of the night Put it in your butt You know what's up I'll Fuck ya girl! If the puss gets dry And the bitch gotta curl Rub it in ya hair I wanna Fuck ya girl! With my dick in her mouth Chokin' her out (err) Still gonna Fuck ya girl! (Hahaha!) (This mother fucker's straight) That's right, come on now! All you bitches Ain't give me no pussy before in here Ya know what I'd say? Oh, I ain't mad at you (That shit's gonna cost you) Tina? You know what I'd do? I'm gonna fuck you girl! (A thousand dollars) Sherry? I'm gonna fuck you girl! (A thousand dollars) Maria? I'm gonna fuck you girl! (A thousand dollars) Lisa? I'm gonna fuck you girl! (A thousand dollars) Haha! Those bitches across the world I'm gonna fuck you girl! (Wait a minute! You mother fucking talkin' all that shit That shit's comin' out your budget Them hoes cost a thousand dollars a piece Young ass nigger But ya still my artist, baby king! Ladies and gentlemen, baby king! Ladies and gentlemen, god bless and good night. I wanna goddamn thank all the mother fuckers who put this together, my mother fucking self. Anybody who question me...hmm, hold on Where's my mother fucking bouncers?) |
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from Ja Rule - Pain Is Love (2001)
(What's my motherfuckin name?)
R-U-L-E (Blowin back on this Mary Jane, I'm analyzin the game) And the game done chose me (To bring pain to pussy niggaz and pussy hoes, it's one in the same) Ever since you told me (There's only room for two, I've been makin less room for you) Now only God can hold me (Hug me, love me, judge me, the only Man that help is above me, holla) I met so many men and It's like their all the same My appetite for lovin Is now my hunger pain And when I'm feelin sexy Who's gonna come for me My only problem is Their insecurity *(Tired of bein alone) Yeah, yeah (Sick of arguin on the phone) Yeah, yeah (Are you tellin all your friends) Yeah, yeah (That your nigga don't understand) My love **Cause I'm real (The way you walk, the way you move, the way you talk) Cause I'm real (The way you stare, the way you look, your style, your hair) Cause I'm real (The way you smile, the way you smell, it drives me wild) Cause I'm real And I can't go on without you Girl, I've been thinkin bout this relationship And I wanna know is this as good as it gets Cause we've been through the worst times and the best times But it was our time, even if it was part-time Now they been lookin at me, smilin at me, laughin like we wasn't happy But not knowin that we're growin and we're gettin married Hard lovin and straight thuggin Bitch, I ain't doin this shit for nuttin I'm here to get it poppin, hoppin, let's ride up in the Benz Hair blowin in the wind, sun glistenin off my skin, hey I'm nasty, heh, you know me But you still don't fuck with your baby **Repeat Now people lovin me and hatin me, treatin me ungratefully But not knowin that they ain't makin or breakin me My life I live it to the limit and I love it Now I can breathe again, baby, now I can breathe again Now people screamin what the deal with you and so and so I tell them niggas, mind their biz, but they don't hear me though Cause I live my life to the limit and I love it Now I could breathe again, baby, now I could breathe again *Repeat **Repeat |