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1. _ Smokin And Ridin
[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 more free lyrics |
2. _ Big Remo (skit)
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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3. _ X
[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] more free lyrics |
4. _ Leo (skit)
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
Like to know anything else, your gonna have to hold on!
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5. _ The Inc.
[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
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6. _ Down Ass Bitch
[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) more free lyrics |
7. _ Worldwide Gangsta
"worldwide gangstas"
(feat. the murderers)
[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
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8. _ Pain Is Love (skit)
pain is love (skit)
(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,
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9. _ Dial M For Murder
[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!!!! more free lyrics |
10. _ So Much Pain
[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 more free lyrics |
11. _ I'm Real (Murda Mix)
[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] more free lyrics |
12. _ Pain Is Love
[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] more free lyrics |
13. _ Never Again
[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] more free lyrics |
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