 2005 [DVD] » Tekst piosenki [+ Dodać +] |
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1. _ Mesmerize [DVD]
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2. _ Down 4 You [DVD]
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3. _ Outro [DVD]
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4. _ Wonderful [DVD]
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5. _ [Bonus Material] [*] [DVD] [Dolby Digital]
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6. _ Introduction [DVD]
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7. _ I'm Real [DVD]
Called you on the phone
Said I'm comin' through
Hope your all alone
Cause I got plans for you
We could stay at home
Or dance and hang all night
As long as I'm with you
Doesn't matter what we do
Don't ask me where I've been
Or what I'm gonna do
Just know that I'm here with you
Don't try understand
Baby there's no mystery
Cause you know how I am
[Chorus]
I'm real
What you get is what you see
What you tryin' to do to me
You want to say your mine
Be with me all the time
You're falling so in love
And you just can't get enough
You're tellin' all your friends
She's a bad, bad bitch
You like the way I dress
The way I wear my hair
Show me off to all your friends
And baby I don't care
Just as long as you
Tell them who I am
Tell them I'm the one who made you give a damn
Don't ask me where I've been
Or what I'm gonna do
Just know that I'm here with you
Don't try understand
Baby there's no mystery
Cause you know how I am
[Chorus]
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8. _ Crown [DVD]
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9. _ Thug Lovin' [DVD]
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10. _ New York [DVD]
[Chorus: Ja Rule]
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New York (New York)
I got a semi-automatic that spits next time if you talk (you talk)
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New York (New York)
I got a semi-automatic that spits next time if you talk (you talk)
(And I know)
[Verse 1: Ja Rule]
Why'all niggas is pussy, poonani, (Vagina)
Your (Monologue's) getting tired, now it's time to ride
You're print distrified, you're no longer desired
So take off them silly chains, put back on your wire
I'm on fire, holly dipped in octane
Let east coast bang, let west coast bang
And Rule gonna bring the ghetto gospel
To every hood possible, pushin' through in the sky blue
Back with the gods you now, preferably the 4 pound
Slugs flyin' at the speed of sound
Tryin' to catch the ears of niggas that's runnin' their mouths
I might get my Brooklyn niggas to run in your house
I don't really understand what the runnin's about
But we're hunters, we take pride in airin' our prey out
Leavin 'em laid out, dead, in just a sport
Cause we ain't playin' up here in New York
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Fat Joe]
Nigga I can see the coke in your nose
This ain't a movie, even he got his head blown on the globe
And I was just about to find god
But now that Ma$e is back, I think I'd much rather find a menage
And everybody talkin' crazy how they're AK spit
But we know this investigatin', and they ain't spray shit
Not me, I'm the truth homie, got the industry shook like
"Naw nigga, Joe gonna let 'em loose on me"
True Story, I'm bringin' the T back
Even Roy Jones was forced to (Lean Back)
My nigga Dre said grind cook
Now we killin' them Howard niggas, who said I must of found Pun's rhyme book
Got bitches on top of the Phantom
And the pinky got bling, like the ring around Saturn
Cook coke, crack, niggas fiend for that
And you already know the x is where the team be at
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Jadakiss]
I swear it couldn't be sweeter, Life's a bitch
Depending on how you treat her, you might get rich
It's guaranteed you gonna die, you might get missed
For maybe 2 or 3 hours, 'til they light their spliffs
And that coke will get you a long time
But when I let 'em know the dope is out, it's like America Online
Wise has awoken
And you know they say that you deserved it whenever you die with your eyes open
I still hold a title, because I'm in the hood like them little motorcycles
Stick up kids, hoppin' out with them old rifles
Just doin' shit for nothin', it's so spiteful
Ha I'm just like you
Word that niggas want to murk you is in the air
A double shot of yak and the purple is in the air
And I'm not cocky, I'm confident
So when you tell me I'm the best it's a compliment
[Chorus]
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11. _ Clap Back [DVD]
Yeah, yeah, ha ha yeah!
I gotta get my headphones
All my gangsta niggas is in the building on this one!
You know! Yeah yeah ya know
It's real! Hussein what's happenin' nigga?
I see you, aight Shadow what's poppin' blat!
Ha ha ha ha, yeah my nigga O-1 in the motherfucking house
Jody in the house (Jody Mack!)
My nigga Cadillac, Gotti what up?
Blackchild what up?
I'd like to welcome all my niggas
To the world famous Murda Inc. Show
Big shout to all my Queens niggas in Staten Island
Niggas in Uptown, niggas in Brooklyn niggas
All my Bronx niggas yeah, all my Jersey niggas! you know?
We doing it real big right here! all my money niggas
This shit commentated on the one's and two's!
They call me the Mighty Rule! how ya living?
This real shit we talking
I want to ask all my gangsta niggaz a real question (holla back)
What do you do - when niggaz spit at you?!
[Chorus]
Clap back, we gon' clap back
We goin' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war niggas!)
We goin' clap back, we gon' clap back
We goin' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war niggas)
We goin' clap back, we gon' clap back
We goin' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war niggas!)
We goin' clap back, we gon' clap back
We goin' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war niggas)
We goin' clap back, we gon' clap back
Fuck if they holl'in about Rule nigga, here's the real
I'll pop ya top like Champagne bottles that chill
Wear nothing but ice, smiles tinted up to The Greatest
Tell em I'm nice too, plus push them nice grooves
The Inc roll like deuce man, I'm ol' G Bobby J
And we sling at soccer fields the yay
They don't respect that, don't get your minds around
You'll get it pushed back, y'all don't want that
I send em to the morgue while keepin' my bitches bouncin' fa sho
"In Da Club" with no gun, got em taking it off
Can't help that, I'm the nigga that puts it down
Once I hit that, that's if I'm up in the May (bach)
Fasten them holding the throwback, West 44 Lakers
Let's make no mistakes, resents take place
We'll still proceed you with a gun in your face
When you got one in your waist, let's cock back nigga ample space!
(C'mon!) We gon'
[Chorus]
The Rule be "In Da Club" rude motherfucker poppin the bubbly
When shit get ugly I hug the snub closely
But usually we still see your bitches
That's is known for quick shit, trying to ride my dick
I can't handle it, lower their manners
To get they ass in front of my dick to dance, the bitch want more chance
Catching hate from a glance, but I'm a giant
These niggas is mere ants, I'll stomp 'em wit his thing
Give bitches the back hand, pimp shit, it's not realistic
The game is helpless, let's not get it twisted
I'm young, wrapped, and gifted, but still at the bottom
And stuck somewhere between Gomorrah and Saddam
I'm here to make this rap shit hotter than Harlem
Fuck the Dog beware of Rule, cause I'm the problem
We'll still proceed you with a gun in your face
When you got one in your waist, let's cock back nigga ample space!
(C'mon!) We gon'
[Chorus]
Like Bush and Saddam, I'm a find out
Where Em Laden's hiding and bomb him first
It could be much worse, I could be hotter than yo scrubs
Mask and glove, gun hot from burnin' ass up
I'd rather be bossed up, wit a bunch of broads
The preachers daughter screaming out "Fuck the law!"
I play a struck chord, wit the Christians
But y'all got the freakiest bitches out of all the religions
And God gave me his blessings to handle my business
All these wanksta snitches, let the nina blow kisses
If she some how misses, he goin' meet the mistress
And "Clap that boy" like Birdman and Clipse
I got these niggaz all over my dick, like hoes
I'm the star at these shows, I must be as hot as they come
We'll still proceed you with a gun in your face
When you got one in your waist, let's cock back nigga ample space!
(C'mon!) We gon'
[Chorus]
Yeah, my nigga 'Zino in this motherfucker
That's how we do it, know what I mean
Buck '89 what's up baby, I see you
Break 'em down nigga! break 'em down!
Bring them birds, in the motherfucking house
It's not a game no mo'
Queens in this motherfucker
You know
All my Jersey niggas, all my Boston niggas
All my Brooklyn niggas, Brooklyn sir what up!
Ha ha, yeah, holla at me man
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12. _ So Much Pain [DVD]
Rest in peace to my nigga Stretch, my nigga 'Pac
So much pain
Uh, yeah, huh, yeah
All my, niggas.. so much pain
Uh, huh, yeah
Yeah, so, much
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
They'll never take me alive, I'm gettin' high with my fo'-five
Cocked on these niggas 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' things, 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]
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I'm tired of the strain and the pain (so much pain)
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
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 niggas 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: x2]
("They'll never take me alive")
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I'm tired of the strain and the pain
("They'll never take me alive")
Oh, tired of the strain and the pain
("They'll never take me alive)
I'm tired of the strain and the pain
("They'll never take me alive)
Oh, no
("Cocked on these suckers, time to die")
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, 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 kicki'n 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: x2]
Oh, pain
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13. _ I Cry [DVD]
[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
[Ja Rule]
I 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 Mar-tin
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 surprise at we
Been together for this long
And I can be
The one to mistreat her
Thought it last forever
'Cause if I cry, you cry
We cry together
[Chorus]
[Ja Rule]
From, what I recall we was little niggas
Cut, who gettin high, the hottest pictures
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 O.T started makin M-O-N-E-Why
All my good niggas gotta die
But shit could last forever
I wish (???) was pleasure
'Cause when you die
I cried, we cried together
[Chorus]
[Ja Rule]
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 'cause 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
'Cause when ma cried I cried
We cried together
[Chorus]
[Lil' Mo]
Oooooohhhh
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, 'cause when
Ja cries, Mo cries
We'll cry, together
If he cry, I'll cry
Then we'll cry, together
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14. _ Rainy Dayz [DVD]
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15. _ Jah Rule [Videoclip]
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16. _ Ain't It Funny [DVD]
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17. _ Holla, Holla [DVD]
[Chorus: x2]
(Holla Holla)
All my niggas thats ready to get (dollas dollas)
Bitches know what can get 'em a little (hotta hotta)
Come on if you roll'n wit me (follow follow)
Its murder
Think you fuckin' wit Ja nada
What'cha want to go dolla for dolla? (holla holla)
My niggas is (hotta hotta)
Fucks plenty bitches and dug bitches for pretty niggas
You look in my eyes and tell me they style ain't ridiculous
(bitches bitches) pop the puss and bounce like (hit it hit it)
Sure if your favorite is long (get it get it) baby baby
Don't you want to leave tonight and fuck wit me
'cause we really need to be freakin' 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 want to hit it the worst way, right after a long day
And put the puss on lay-a-way, heard me?
I'm that, dirty nigga that get you hot, and heat it
Baby girl if you wanted ass, why don't you eat it?
[Chorus: x2]
Let me holla at my true thugs
If niggas want war, bust slugs
Nigga, what? I'm hotta hotta and just can't be touched
Plus anybody that fucks wit me, gonna get felt
How many want it? determines how the slugs get dealt
'cause I split em split em
Choke then niggas like roaches and then (clip em clip em)
Long as I'm alive I'ma (hit em hit em)
Respect mines to the day of my demise
Don't fuck wit me 'cause the flows (killa killa)
Whoever ever who wants it?
Its yours, now your gonna (get it get it)
(feela feela) nigga full of holes
Threat em like hoes and show no love to them homo thugs
Its us you want to fuck with
As soon as them slugs skip from body to body
Go from brave to bitch
I don't respect it plus niggas committed treason
Who want it with Ja? who ready to die breathing
[Chorus: x2]
Ja baby, one of the many many niggas who sip hennessy
Wit the two seaters, sit'n on twenties
I, I be wit runnin' in, runnin' out
Then, thou bestow hit em up, gun em down
Niggas ain't ready for Ja, anyways anyhow
I give it give it go niggas, claimin' that they live it
Real (niggas niggas) brandish then iron and flash
Like (hold this hold this) when you got nothin' to live for
Notice, niggas be hot, and more explosive
Focus, ready to rip em up wit the dope, this
My life, niggas is frontin' and stuntin' for nothin'
Better act right, fore I spark and dim your light?
I'ma hasard to niggas, a bastard
To bitches, when in doubt, go for stealth, and clap the finish
Anything movin rightfully hit for wrong doing
I'ma follow and encourage all my niggas to what?
[Chorus]
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18. _ Down Ass Chick (A.K.A. Down Ass Bitch) [DVD]
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]
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
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]
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]
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 got a woman 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]
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: x2]
Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah)
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