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Ja Rule F/ O1, Vita Miscellaneous Furious Yo Rule nigga Ja Rule, O1 [Ja Rule] 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? [Chorus: Ja Rule, O1, Vita] 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 [Ja Rule] 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 [Chorus] [O1] 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" [Chorus] |
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