Альбом Ja Rule

(Thunderstorm roaring above and police sirens blaring in the background with a
helicopter circling the area above)

Here we go again baby, erase the painGotta break free from all this,
MOTHAFUCKIN' anxiety, strains on my life, open my eyes and see here's a BIG
world
out there
If GOD could only, shine his light on me

(Ja Rule Echo Cry):
I'm cryineveryone's tears
My PAIN MY LOVE
I'm cryineveryone's tears
My PAIN MY LOVE

[Ja Rule]
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

[Chorus: Ja Rule]
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!!!!

[Ja Rule]
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!!!!

[delay]

[Chorus: Ja Rule]
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!!!!

[Ja Rule]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
We all my...
Yeah
C'mon, c'mon, uh
To all my bitches that be givin' it up, uh
To all my niggas that be livin' it up, we say...
To all my bitches that be givin' it up, ah
C'mon

[Verse 1: Ja Rule]
Baby, you're such a typical, everyday, one night thing
It's a physical, I'ma fuck, you tonight thing
Fuck, knowing your name, get your ass in the Range
And rollover, gettin' blown while blowing the doja
Bring head to a closure
That's a good bitch
Before it's all over, I'ma leave this bitch
Probably treat this bitch, smoke better
'Cause if you ain't know, gangstas and hoes go together
Poppin' my collar, partna
Who in the spot?
Baby, Rule in the spot
In the mug and the watch, love me
Half the hoes hate me, half them love me
The ones that hate me only hate me 'cause they ain't fucked me
And they say I'm lucky
Do you think I've got time to fuck all these hoes?
And do all these shows?
Or flight in the lama, Dodge and White Rolls
Uh-oh, another episode

[Hook: Case & Ja Rule]
What, do I do?
To all my niggas that be livin' it up, we say...
What, I do
To all my bitches that be givin' it up, uhh
What, you do
To all my niggas that be livin' it up, we say...
What, do I do?
To all my bitches that be givin' it up, uhh
My love for you
C'mon

[Verse 2: Ja Rule]
Bitches, just wanna hold the name exactly
That's why they suck dick with more passion than apples
And I ain't mad at'cha
Never leave you alone
'Cause we fucks when I'm home
Phone sex when I'm gone
We both grown, both got minds of our own
Bust our freaks off like old dog and Love Jones
Been, in many zones, baby
One hoe, two hoes
Fuck prizzy bitches, the hoes that do bono
But you know, the Rule be livin' it up
And got all these hoes, givin' it up
I like a little Rule baby, how cute are you?
With a body that rides all sexual
I got a stick, I'll ride right next to you
Do a doughnut, and cut, and I'll open it up
On the freeway, dick in her mouth, foot on the clutch
Rule bitch, not givin' a fuck

[Hook]

[Ja Rule]
C'mon, we get high
C'mon, we get ride
C'mon, we get live
Live yo' life

[Verse 3: Ja Rule]
Love you so sexy, I just want you next to me
Your whole vibe, like you high on Extasy
'Caue ain't nuthin' but an "E" thang baby
I know that pussy wet like crazy
I wanna feel your passion, come when you ask me
Laugh when you cry, cry when you laughin'
But ain't nothin' happenin'
The bitch got a little too high
Picked up my ride and started crackin'
The radio blastin' +Between Me And You+
But you ain't on the low with that freak shit you do
I thought you knew (What I do)
Know I know (What you do)
'Cause it's been a good night, your head ain't right
Like Teddy P, let's +Turn Off The Light+'
And grind it out, takin' no times out
'Til the sun come out
Bitch, when you find out

[Hook 2x]

[Ja Rule]
C'mon, we get high
C'mon, we get ride
C'mon, we get live
C'mon, it's my time

[Ja Rule talking until end]

[Caddillac Tah talking]
Yo, that's right
Niggas just ain't, doin' it how we doin' it
Nah mean son? I G

[Chorus (2X)]
Murder INC.
Takin' flight
We go hard
Betta get it right

[Caddillac Tah]
We go hard! yeah
Player not for nuttin'
I spit fo' and leave a nigga bent up fo' sho', get low
Only got love for gangsta niggas, get doe
That's for all the hatin' niggas waitin' to see me go
Down to the bottom
Chop up crack
Playin' the blocks and
Still wouldn't matter, push the rock well like Stockton
Paper chasin', chasin' acres
Operation get rich, take money over a bitch
You see me move low in the six and magazines a flicks
Playin' hard in the porch, plush
Young thuggin' and bossed up
Touch niggas clutchin' what they know they bustin'
We can do whatever nigga, whenever nigga
Really is nothing
Murder killa, we crush 'em, shit
Got the industry on romadon
While we celebrate tastin' bottles of Perinon
So for life it's murder
Ice burners, stacks and trucks
We after bucks, mother fucker!

Murder INC.

[Black Child]
Murder INC.'s the underdog
It's a blessin' to ball
We learn a lesson from y'all
How not to fall
Black Child will body a beat, this is airway robbery
When Murder INC. drop albums, that's when gangstas party
What chu know about Ferrari or Cadillac Escalade
Or bitches on Ecstasy, sexy
Eat, sleep, eat and watch freaks eat freaks
Throw it up, put it down for the streets
Who wouldn't fall in love, with a life like this
Hittin' hoes that's priceless
In tight icebergs shit
You can blame the drugs
It ain't gon' change to slugs
A famous thug
Pain is love, mother fuckers!

[Chorus (2X)]

[Ja Rule]
Who would've thought, we get away with manslaughter
Numerous cars, cribs off the water
A playa no longer, life's gettin' shorter
Tired of hoes takin' offers, instead of orders
The Rule don't condone this
Cause in the late '60's this game was flawless
Until blow got on the rise
Them ol' Jacks was slingin' pies in bell bottoms and buttonflies
But now, pop yo collars, blow set for sag
And we still fly birds L-A-X to Lag
They roll caddies with white walls, we ride Benz with mags
Still the goal remains the same, guard from feds
Y-D to O-G, the game chose me
R-U-L-E the INC. and I-G
We never gon' break free from this life we live as thugs
Pain is love, it's murda

[Chorus (2X)]

[Ashanti]
You see the life we live, we on the murderous shit
And every time we breathe, it's Murder I-N-C
You know it's love to thug, cause thug is in our blood
And how we paint this shit, stay on that gangsta shit
You see the life we live, we on the murderous shit
And every time we breathe, it's Murder I-N-C
You know it's love to thug, cause thug is in our blood
And how we paint this shit, stay on that gangsta shit
Stay on that gangsta shit, stay on that gangsta shit
Stay on that gangsta shit
See what we do when we do what we do when we do it
Stay on that gangsta shit

(feat. Ashanti)

[Ashanti (Ja talking)]
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

[Chorus - Ashanti]
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 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
[With Ashanti] But we share somethin so rare, but who cares, you care

[Chorus]

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]

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]

[Ashanti]

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

[Radio Announcer]
Here at W-I-Z we play nothing but the hits, nothing but the hits
Nothing but the muthafuckin hits

[Ja Rule - talking]
Ja Rule, Chuck B-more
Every thug needs a 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

[Chorus - Ja Rule]
Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah)
If you'd lie for me, like you lovin 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

[Ja Rule]
Uh
I know that you're lovin 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 it freaks you out, on your momma's couch, that's what us thugs be 'bout
You 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

[Chorus]

[Charli Baltimore]
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 your 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 what it's hittin for
Now hoes wanna know what you shittin for
'Cause I'm your bitch, the Bonnie to your Clyde
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 donor?
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 as down as any thug
My love, they gotta take us in blood, what

[Chorus]

[Ja Rule]
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 Heaven who ain't afraid to, tuck the toast in the Escalade
Pop on niggas that showin me shade, but only for the Rule 'cause that's my baby
Got me a down ass bitch with red hair, that don't care
Blazed by the shots and flares
Girl 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 Murderous, I-N-C
With one on the hip, one in the holster, nigga will toast ya quick
Especially a down ass bitch

[Chorus]

[Ja Rule]
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

[Chorus 2x]

Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah)

[talking]
Uh, you make a lot of mistakes in life
Those same mistakes keep callin us back, pullin us in
What the fuck's wrong with niggas?

[Chorus]
Never again
Would I run down a road so dark, hoped to die, cross my heart
Never again
It keeps callin, it keeps callin, it keeps callin
Never again
Would I run down a road so dark, hoped to die, cross my heart
Never again
But the streets keep callin, they keep callin, they keep callin
Never again

Will I look a nigga dead in his eyes and know he's dead wrong
And don't leave him dead to realize, it's a fucked up world we live in
I'm tired of feelin the pain but ain't fightin the feelin
Niggas can you feel me?
'Cause in this world I'm alone, and trapped inside this body that's out of control
I'm hittin these streets daily
Know when I got babies to feed rarely seein 'em rarely
This game inhaled me, and like Christ on the slate, nailed me
God, please don't fail me
But it's crazy to ask upon the Lord for help
When I got guns to bust and drugs to sell
I see you in hell, muthafuckas, I ain't bitter
'Cause I know snakes and snitches get it where they slither
My niggas, doin life in the pen
This gotta be what y'all thinkin, shit

[Chorus]
'Cause these hoes keep callin, they keep callin, they keep callin

Will I make you cry baby
You know I lie, you can see it in my eyes baby
But the truth is when a woman's fed up
There ain't a damn thing you can do about love
What about us?
Why must our lawyers discuss
Who gets the kids, who gets the cribs and how we should both live
When I love ya, when we apart all I do is think of ya
But you think I'm fuckin everything that's walkin
Either skirt or the thong
It don't matter, 'cause in your eyes I'm dog-fuckin 'em all
I got a woman that's gone and a passion for bitches
If you lose one the other becomes your religious
So what am I to do but get the wind behind me
Ground beneath me, make it hard for hoes to reach me
'Cause the Rule ain't easy
Babe, unless you're freakin please believe

[Chorus]
But the game keeps callin, it keeps callin, it keeps callin

Will I think these niggas friends and they foes
'Cause in this rap game, you never know, just let it go
If my pain is love, my brain's on drugs
And may all my hoes thug on
And keep these punk niggas paralyzed, from the waist down
I got 'em face down is the equivalent of where I'm at now
Over the top of y'all niggas
Just a little quicker and smarter
Enhancin the game makin it harder
For niggas that freeze again like Braxton
I be hittin niggas with thrillers like Mike Jackson
I'm a problem
Number one with a bullet, I keep it up in my gun
It's hollow so when I pull it it numbs
Your whole body
Give it or take a few seconds
You'll probably, be the same nigga to dick ride me
Never again would I close my eyes
And walk through the dark backwards blind

[Chorus]
It keeps callin, it keeps callin, it keeps callin

Never again

[Chorus to fade]

[Black Child talking]
What's up Chi-town?
Yeah, Murder INC. back up in ya area
On that gangsta shit ya know
Connect worldwide
Worldwide gangsta shit nah mean?
From Chi-town to Miami
Houston to mother fuckin' LA, we connect nigga
With some gangsta shit

[Caddillac Tah]
Mother fuckers, you frontin' we comin' with heat niggas
AR-15s we sweepin' up the street bigger
Guns make niggas run, we squeeze triggers
We leave niggas dead for the stacks, slumped over, head in they lap

[Black Child]
Yo, we constantly count cream in the crackhouse
Basically, we bangin' bitches backs out
I feel like the last child
Throwin' bricks at a glasshouse
Poppin' and puffin' till I pass out

[Caddillac Tah]
This gangsta shit is for all my youngens who flip birds
And hug the block, in club they Cris and twist the bud, nigga what
We live it up, from Chi-town to my town
We diggin sluts, long dickin' in the guts

[Black Child]
We just religious thugs, gangsta pimps
Hoes fall in love the way we throw this dick
The Hummers on dubs look like tanks and shit
We came to stop the bank, don't blink be sick

[Caddillac Tah]
Nigga all of our love is for the chips
And I don't chase hoes, just pasos and bricks
Nigga let me sum it up
Y'all niggas is dumb enough
Run on up, the guns we tuck, bust
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust

[Black Child]
Holla at us, R-O-C-K-L-A-N-D and I-N-C
With Boo and Gotti, Ferrari Black and Caddillac Tah
Nigga, we go hard

[Gotti]
I'm loud when the shells pop
Still I sell rock
Got outta jail on bail, gettin' ready to plot
Yo I kidnap niggas
Then bitch smack niggas
Give me the crack nigga or get clap nigga
I ain't one of these rap niggas
I'm a big gat spitter
Bangin' and slangin' to be a rich ass nigga
Don't get tired in these streets
My nigga died in these streets
It's only one option, provide for these streets
My peeps out here so I ride with these streets
Spent weeks out here, grind on these streets
I know the deal out here
It's real out here
Got bitch bud murder and I'm still out here
Rockland, Murder INC. you get killed out here
Chi-town, New York, blood spill out here
And thugs like me, still out here
Yeah you heard nigga, I'm still out here

[Boo]
A yo I ride up, lied up outta my mind
Black Cadillac truck nigga, loaded with nines
To my thugs on the block, holdin' it down
I got love on the block, look at my eyes
Rockland, Murder INC. what the fuck you think
Me and Gotti whole plan is to cover the streets
We don't wanna body you man, fuck the beef
We sell a lot of these grams, and clutch the heat
To many moves to be made, fake thug niggas
Get a few through they brain, I been plug nigga
It's rules to the game
Cats like me play not to lose in this game
You see this little nigga makin' moves in the Range
I see you wack niggas still crusin' with lames
Get full nigga cause it's food to the brain
Rockland nigga spit fire and flames
Get it right nigga, we gangsta

[Ja Rule]
Murder INC. gets poppin' pills, clips, however you like it
Niggas get extorted, bitches get excited
Known to start riots, the Rule and I-N-C
Got fedaraleighs watchin' me, the Y-G and I-G
Put it together family orientated through guns, drugs, and good relations
Real conversations, we call it real talk
And that shit spreads all the way from LA to New York
And I love talk, that's when you get to smash on niggas
Catch 'em in the dark spot and put the flash on niggas
Cameras, lights, action, go buck at the master
C's and past if when I die blow my ashes
Off the shores of Costa Rica, nigga to each is own
The Rule ain't dyin' alone motherfuckers

This is Leo! And im the cousin of the bitch that dont know what the fuck she
talkin bout! I am the real psychic man! Next caller:

Caller: hello miss leo my uh boyfriend is in jail and i wanna know uh when he

is a-comin out

Leo: ok, i know, he will be-he-wi-, your boyfriend hold on the cards never lie

tyra readin and i am psychic and i am leo and i know when your boyfriend will

be home. hold on i will tell you. the charge is 50 dollar a minute are u cool

with that? you cool wit - ok then hold on your gonna hold on for 15 minute hold

on hold on okay - hold 15 minute hold on Next Caller:

Caller: Yes umm, i wanna know if uh, my mom is have affair with my boyfriend

Leo: Oh! now see girl, this is a very difficult one for me to read, becuase, i

see, i see darkness in your future, i see, now, now is your mother a whore?

Caller: yeas.

Leo: now see dis is what they talk, dis is what the cards say. dis is what me

thought dis is what me taught. now uh, does your momma, uhh, hold on let me
get this one together, hold on. its a 50 dollar charge fee, a minute. are you

cool wit dat? you cool wit dat?

Caller: okay

Leo: okay, Den you hold on too. Ten minute hold on for you. Caller, who on the

line?

Caller: Ajuya

Leo: Ajuya, what the hell u want?

Caller: umm i was just at the clinic and im curious to know--

Leo: hold on! you want to know who the baby's daddy is, am i right?

Caller: (gasp) oh my god

Leo: see! that what we know, the cards never lie, its all in the tyra readin!

Now, now, i see, i see in the cards, i see a, a tall one, a tall one, he has,

he has shot feet

Caller: yes

Leo: ok, and now i see a fat one. Now the fat one hes poor, hes rather poor, he

broke? is the fat one broke?

Caller: michael! yes...

Leo: His name uh, now see girl, my cards say that his name is fred, his name
not michael its fred.

Caller: (gasp!!)how do you know that!?

Leo: see he been lying to yo girl. yes the fat one been lying to you. so u know

what this leads me to believe? it was the other one you were fucking with, the

other one. it was neither one of them it was the other one girl. Now, if you'd

[Jennifer Lopez (Ja Rule)]
(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

[1 - Jennifer Lopez (Ja Rule)]
(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

[2 - Jennifer Lopez (Ja Rule)]
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

[Ja Rule]
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 2]

[Jennifer Lopez]
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 1]

[Repeat 2 till end]

[Ja Rule]
Gangsta.. you know
Huh, gangsta, c'mon, hehe
Uhh.. got my nigga Vin Diesel in the house, y'know
Number one movie in the country and all that
Haha! Yo..

[Chorus: Ja Rule]
Nuttin but some gangsters, smokin and ridin (YO!)
Come on get high with us (NIGGA!)
Come on and ride with us (BITCHES!)
Cause, we're.. nuttin but some gangsters (YO!) smokin and ridin (YO!)
Come on get high with us (C'MON NIGGAZ!)
Come on and ride with us (YO!)

[Ja Rule]
Hey baby; c'mon and hop in my fo'-three-oh, S-E
And let's see, how quick you fall victim to this G
I'm a gangsta BITCH, a mack like Goldie
But I never let the strength of this money control money
Niggaz is somethin like pimps, the Rule is an O.G.
I make three G's a day, thirty-three a week
And my hoes hardly speak - they smoke while they ride
Just, blowin the driver, when I'm one car behind ya
(Nuttin but some gangsters) on Daytons and lowriders
And three-wheel motion, bumpin Tha Eastsidaz
I love Cali-for-ni-ay, on a hot day
Where the green is wetter, and the head is even better
(So get high tonight.. and if you rollin like I'm rollin
you ridin right.. and if she fuckin with them gangstas
ain't nuttin nice.. and if you knowin what I'm knowin
then live your life.. cause, we're..)

[Chorus]

(Cause, we're..)

[0-1]
(Nuttin but some gangsters..) Ridin by in them big trucks
Chrome wheels spinnin and killin niggaz with big bucks
See baby I came up, from bein a thug
From a nigga sellin them drugs on the corner throwin up slugs
(Show me love!) All of y'all biches wanna ride with us
(Mask and gloves!) Up when it's time to fuck bitches
(Wanna be loved!) All you get is hard dick off the drugs
(Pass the bud!) Yo bitch I ain't seen none of that dub
But give me that Remi, a half a bottle already in me
I cop a ounce, from one stizzy, and smoke 'til I'm dizzy
Who ridin with me? Both of y'all bitches slide right in
Just me, you, and your friend - I'll be fuckin y'all 'til the mornin
C'mon, I love bitches with thongs on, that love to get it on
with gangsters, leavin they pussies warm
'til like four in the mornin, baby girl, I'm gone
Hop in the 6, devour your lawn BITCH, cause we're

[Chorus]

(Cause, we're..)

[Jodie Mack]
(Nuttin but some gangsters..) Holla!
And if you, bout the dollars then pop your collars
Cause we ain't nuttin but some gangsters, nigga smokin and ridin
Who put it down for real, got this dough multiplyin
Straight, livin it up and fuckin with thugs
that push trucks that's sittin on dubs, not givin a fuck
Y'all niggaz know me, Chris Black slash the O.G.
So please believe I'm gangsta I control these streets

[Ja Rule]
Yo, nobody leaves nobody breathes until I enter the party
And ease up in a 550 Medina Ferrari
Pull in handicapped parkin, hop out with the lock in
and wink at the hoes while I walk in
Who's ridin and smokin tonight with players
And I ain't talkin bout them niggaz with them Marvin gators
I'm talkin bout them niggaz all up in fronts and gauges
and runnin up in spots and blazin, we call them gangsters, yo!

[Chorus]

[Outro: Ja Rule]
Cause, we're.. nuttin but some gangsters, smokin and ridin
Come on get high with us
Come on and ride with us
Cause, we're.. nuttin but some gangsters.. smokin and ridin
Come on get high with us
Come on and ride with us
Cause, we're.. nuttin but some gangsters

[Ja Rule]
C'mon, let's get
Pop in love
I know you pop-u-lar
Admitted the club
But I just wanna toss you up
Before I
Swallow you whole
I need to wash it down
Tell your girls
Avion indulge you to hang out
+Intoxicate me+
Free your mind
Free my mind
Freak all night
It's evident
When two worlds collide
Your twice as hot
Wet through
The new extras
Get you by in life
High on life
I wonder what
Life would be like
If no more
Women were dykes
And trick hard at low prices
It's a cold, cold world (Yeah)
How do we relieve that stress (Ex)
You know
Pop them thangs
To get extra horny baby girl
You on one
You can't ignore me
Rule and Missy-E
How you love that
With I-G
It's Murda I-N-C, nigga

[Hook (Tweet)]
Hey (Hey boy)
Get me high tonight
Take me away (Take me)
Come inside my world
Come ectasy (Ectasy)
Let me show you love
Between you and me
Let me love you boy

[Missy Elliot]
You want freak
I love a lot of excitement
I excite men
I make 'em dirty and trifling
I, been known to leave 'em frightening
Stifling all in love
By the end of the night
And I, want a big "Don John"
To pop a few woodies
And make the john last long
Ex, now you can serve that
Cuz no doubt it's murda
Ya heard that

[Hook]

[Ja-Rule]
Now that you got my feeling
High to Heaven, knows
Tight as the pussy holes
So, Lord knows
It stick to your ex-o
Them hoes
To freak shows

[Tweet]
You know how it goes
Comin out of my clothes

[Missy Elliot]
I'm coming outta my clothes
You better, dick me down
Then uh, turn me round
Then uh, lay me down
Cuz uh, You got me high a kite (Ja-Rule)
Yo, I scream your name tonight

[Tweet x2]
You got me high as a kite
Feel like doing something freaky tonight
When I think about you and me
Feels good when your sexing me

[Hook]

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!

[Ja Rule]
Yeah, uh, Ja Rule uh uh uh
Here to talk about the lost one

It's a damn shame
Fuckin Shakin that ass, Shakin that ass, yo, huh

[Chorus: Ja Rule]
Lost little girl
I seen how love can turn to lust inside a
Lost little girl
I seen how pain can turn to trust within a
Lost little girl
She can get a man to do anything but she's a
Lost little girl
This sexy thing is only 17 and she's a
Lost little girl

[Verse 1: Ja Rule]

I admit I get a lot of love from women
It's only cause if i put that thug lovin in them
It's hard as a mitten
Gotta hit the club and bang out
Song after song till I end up in the wrong route
Tank top, sweat it out
Where she's shakin that ass shakin that ass
And got her breast pressed to the glass
Strobe lights flashin
That X is kickin in
And I'm orderin the chrissy open bottles of tin
On our stairway to heaven baby bring a friend
putaya sayin, fuck in a stretch benz
You know me I like it wet, rode slowly
By the way baby, how old is you codie
You lookin a little young to me
And how many you had that girl on, two or three
It's a damn shame
But she coulda had the world
And now she's nothing more than a

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Ja Rule]

Chill little girl put up in a world of confusion
Pop was abusin one of gods children
Can't wait for losin my soul is dead
And she's feelin like her worth is between her legs
She start fucking niggas and learn to show'em respect
They a father figure she honor love and protect
To your down ass bitch
One you could cuddle up and wile out with
We call it thug love
Hot sex and hard drugs was a thing of the past
But look here murder inc nigga bringin it back
We got them stressed strung out beatin to be hung out
Cry in their crib backs when they say why
would i get involved with niggaz
involved with killaz
involved with dealers
involved with niggaz that make millions
She coulda had it all Including the world
Now she's nothing more than a

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Ja Rule]

She's in danger now, she aint livin her life right
She got a man but her mans livin his own life
With his wife and kids his crib and bonne villes
The benz that only spins on them chroamy wheels
What has he done for you lately
Only remind you of when them times a little bit rider
A dick and hes crazy and will reminds us
And then he hit you with that one last promise
You want it to be the truth so bad
You lookin in his eye and your cryin, sayin he aint lyin
But you know he is
But your reluctant for punishment
And you know pain is love
So whats wrong with sufferin
The hard times have past, the good times are comin (cumin)
All over your chest baby thats how your lovin it
And its sad cause you coulda had the world
now your nothin but a

[Chorus]

Lost little girl
Lost little girl
Lost little girl
Lost little girl
Lost little girl
Lost little girl
Lost little girl

[Ja Rule]
Rest in peace to my nigga Stretch, my nigga 'Pac
So much pain

Uhh.. yeah, huh, yeah
All my, niggas.. so much pain
Uhh.. huh, yeah
Yeah, so.. much..

Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh
Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh

[Ja Rule]
They'll never take me alive, I'm gettin high with my fo'-five
Cocked on these niggaz time to die
Even as a lil' nigga, you could picture me hot gun in the rain
I shed the tear, cause this nigga here inherits the pain
And now I'm labeled as a thug nigga - you know the game
Smokin weed, fuckin hoes, slangin thangs, that's the life I live
Even if I tried to go back I'd get lost (come back)
And everything I seem to love I done lost
Fuck the world if they can't understand me
What else could I do? I had to feed my fuckin family
Yo' lies is my truth, so I'm a drug to your youth
And you don't want 'em nowhere near me, now that they can hear me
I spits razors, never been a stranger to homicide
My city's full of tote-slangers and chalk lines
Why do we die at an early age?
Nigga so young, but still a victim of a twelve-gauge
Feel the rage this world has bestowed upon me
And I don't give a fuck 'cause they don't give a fuck 'bout me
So I keep - drinkin Hennessy, bustin at my enemies
Will I live to see twenty-three? There's so much pain

[Chorus]
Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh
I'm tired of the strain and the pain (so much pain)
Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh
I'm tired of the strain and the pain

[Ja Rule]
Years and years of strugglin all my life
Runnin wild as a kid, grew up blazin 'em right
I'm in a - little cell I call my soul lately
It's been a - givin me hell and my heart is screamin, "Don't enter"
I've been cursed, for what it's worth I feel dead
Spittin to you, I know I'm in way over my head
But Lord hear me, I believe in your "7 Day Theory"
Three souls done sent this whole world teary (can you hear me?)
Too hot for you to stand near me
It's so much pain, and niggaz wanna kill me
I'm tired of the stress and the strain
But my, grimiest grimeys got love for me
They're blazin, sendin shotguns up above for me
My face in, Hennessy with no chaser
Coke rises on every way in - keep us hustlin nigga
Me and my man got a plan to get this paper nigga
So if you owe nigga, look for the gauge to blow nigga
I figured I'd be considered a killer
Doin crime excited my mind and leadin the blind
I, can't express my compassion, my satisfaction
for gettin fucked up and blastin - we all been there
Taught from young to shoot, show no fear and lie
And wipe the tears from yo' mother's eyes - so much pain

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

("They'll never take me alive..." -> [2Pac])
Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhh
I'm tired of the strain and the pain
("They'll never take me alive..." -> [2Pac])
Ooohhh, tired of the strain and the pain
("They'll never take me alive..." -> [2Pac])
I'm tired of the strain and the pain
("They'll never take me alive..." -> [2Pac])
Ooooooohhhhhh, nooooooooooooo
("Cocked on these suckers, time to die" -> [2Pac])

[2Pac]
They got me mobbin like I'm - loc'd and ready to get my slug on
I load my clip and slip my motherfuckin gloves on
I ain't scared to blast on these suckers if they test me
Trust, I got my glock cocked, playa if they press me
Bust on motherfuckers with a - PASSION
Better duck 'cause I ain't lookin when I'm - BA-BLASTIN
I'm a nut and drinkin Hennessy
And gettin high on the lookout for my enemies
Don't wanna die, tell me why?
Cause the stress gettin major
A buck-fifty 'cross the face with my razor
What can I do but be a thug until I'm dead and gone
I keep my brain on the game and stay headstrong
These sorry bastards wanna kill me in my sleep
I'm real they can not see
And everyday is just a struggle, steady thuggin on the streets
And I be, ballin loc, don't let 'em make you worry
Keep swingin at these suckers 'til you buried
I was born to raise - hell, a nigga from the gutter, word to mother
I'm tough - I'm kickin dust up, ready to bust
I'm on the scene steady muggin mean; until they kill me
I'll be livin this life, I know you feel me
There's so much pain

[Chorus - repeat 2X w/ variations]

Ooooohhhhh, pain

[Chorus: Ja Rule]
Love don't love me
Is the only thing that seems to hold me
God can you explain why
Love don't love me
Is the only thing that seems to hold me
God can you explain why

[Ja Rule]
I sit alone in my four cornered room staring at candles
Gettin hot tryin to handle, this hand that's been dealt to me
I don't need, especially in this world overwhelmed with greed
See we cut from a different tree
Y'all niggaz hope and I wish a nigga would fuck with INC
Went through the troubles and the struggle of hustlin and runnin (what)
So the ones that come behind don't' run through nothin
They would fear no man but God and do a lot of frontin
And I'm here to tell the world that pain is lovin'
Like when I die I hope it rains
Cuz if it does, that mean the lord shared them niggaz pain
Here lie our man slain
And I would get out the game if I could
But I promised all my life to my kids I'd make good
Can't stand my father and love my momma
STILL I TRY, God can you explain why

[Chorus]

[Ja Rule]
I live my life under pistol, cuz lately love ain't been a issue
With who's gone miss you, when you dead and gone
Will my name live on? Or will I be the last to die and breathe and eat
Cuz I need a little love and affection and baby
I live like every day was my last one
Dang, I've been living my life... (haha, yea)
Like I'm a leave this world unmarked, smiles combed to horror
For all them days when it rains
And it feels like thangs ain't gettin no better for me
Nobody loves me, sometimes I wish God could come down and hug me
And wipe the tears from eyes
Cuz in my heart I know only the strong survive
And I die for my family, so they can live a better life
I try, God can you explain why

[Chorus]

[Ja Rule]
I'll sacrifice my life, fuck all the dumb shit
Cuz being black and broke's gettin redundant
My grow to be a world leader like X and King
If I can live a longer than Pac and BIG
What do (?) niggaz run red, you could tell by the lives we live
If it changes it'll be God's prediction, so pain inflicted, like Jane's Addiction
Live right like Christians, but dance with the death
It's like callin' stones a devil, the road is unlevel
Still I walk through the valleys of shadows of death gasping for air
Breathe in my last breath
My daughter told me first words, my son walked his first steps
And all through life we anticipate death
And if pain is truly love, for my family I DIE, God can you explain why

[Chorus]