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Uh uh yeah gangsta shit
Takin my word y'all want this
They don't want none of me
They don't want none of me
Yeah please believe it
Rule baby unquestionable
Uh uh but you know that
Heck i know that
Uh ha yeah uh

Verse 1
What has this world come to
When a nigga like me could be perceived the american dream
Life aint always what it seems my younguns
Please believe strugglin always provokes the hustlin
To that we accustomed
You get acquainted with everybody throughout the hood
Still don't trust 'em
Trust is a serious thing
Most niggas don't trust nobody they aint know since sixteen
Does that mean the devil is in us of course
Who you think is holdin us up to fall short
Touch but don't taste taste but don't swallow
And these are the rules that we 'posed to follow
People pray for eternity never see tomorrow
They just wishin the lord would take 'em away from the horror that
I'm currently bringin y'all motherfuckers gonna hafta
Murder me swingin bud i won't die

Verse 2
Hear what i'm sayin y'all niggas better start sayin prayers
Cuz a nigga wit no cares is finally here
Say what i want when i want fuck police
Cuz my gangsta niggas know we own the streets
With the wind beneath my wings ground under my feet
I'm the black rose nigga that grew from concrete
It's the rule get it right or get it real hot
A whole lotta shots sent flying through your block gunshot
The one i need and oh before i leave
Does anybody else feel they don't wanna breathe
Been menacing this society since conceived
And nigga you know cold hearts don't bleed
Still they pray for eternity never seein tomorrow
They just wishin the lord would take 'em away from the horror that
I'm currently bringin y'all motherfuckers gonna hafta
Murder me swingin the rule won't die

DMX- *talking*
I ain't goin back to jail
Next time, the County or the State see me
it's gonna be in a bag

UHH! This is it baby!
End of the road, ha hah!
When you a dawg, you a dawg for life!
You don't hear me though, you don't hear me though
You don't hear me though, c'mon, c'mon!

Method Man-
Watch them young guns that take none, nobody safe
from the Friday the 13th, ghetto Jason
Itchy trigger finger achin, snatch yo' ass
out that S-Class for fakin, forty-fo' blast
is a bloodbath, take your first step down a thug path
Ain't no love here, just slugs here
Kids know the half you get plugged here, that's just impossible
for the weak to last now behold the unstoppable
Third eye watchin you, watchin me
Throwin rocks from the penalty box, cop a plea
Young G we was born to die, don't cry for me
Just keep the heat closely and ride for me
Cause we family for better or worse, you and I
from the dirt, you snatch purse, so hard it hurt
to be here, and each year, I'm pourin out more beer
for deceased peers, holdin fort
Police line 'Do Not Cross', they found his corpse
in the loft with the head cut off, and butt naked
Homicide the crime Method, add another
killer verse to the murder record, the Grand Finale

*movie sample*
Who wan' test me, c'mon!
Me shot cost you one (unintelligible)

Nas Escobar-
Hot corners, cops with warrants, every block is boring
Friday night, getting bent, lick a poem
My dawg, not even home a month yet, and blaze a girl
in the stomach, he robbin niggaz who pumpin
Lil' Blood got popped, by the Group Home cat
Everybody nervous in the hood, pullin they gats
Fiend yellin out, who got those? Go and see
shorty snot-nosed, he don't floss but he got dough
Thug faces, fugitives runnin from court cases
Slugs shootin past for the love of drug paper
Queens cap peelers, soldiers, drug dealers
And God'll throw a beam of lightning down cause he feel us
May the next one, strike me down if I'm not the realest
The Mayor wanna call the SWAT team to come and kill us
but, dawgs are friends, if one see the morgue, one'll live
to get revenge, and we ride to the end
Bravehearts blow the lye with Henn, and still rise
Took alive with live men, my man got three six-to-eighteen's
and only five in, the Belly of the beast
Didn't wanna hear the shit I tried to tell him on the streets
It's irrelevant, the beast love to eat black meat
And got us niggaz from the hood, hangin off his teeth
We slangin to eat, bringin the heat
Bulletholes, razor scars is the pain in the street, huh

(Chorus) x2
Ja Rule-
When you a dawg you a dawg for life (ride or die)
My dawgs feel pain from love (see eye to eye)
Give us one shot at life (let us fly)
Come on niggaz! (we dawgs for life)

Method Man- *talking*
There's mad money out here dawg
Mad money out here
What you tryin to get it? (Word up)
You gonna bust your gun to get it? (Tsh, whatever yo)
I hear you I hear you

DMX-
Uhh, I've lost my grip on reality or so it would seem
Pinch myself to wake up, cause I KNOW it's a dream
Niggaz that don't know me see me and think I'ma rob em
Niggaz that know me well see me and think I'ma problem
I'm just a nigga that's misunderstood
But word to God I turn your last name to Underwood
Cause if I see it, I'ma take it and run with it, that's me
What type of bullshit is this nigga on? That's D
The dawg come and getcha outside
The more blood flows, when I plug holes with the snub nosed
Gun blows, bullets whistle, wouldn't miss you
Hit you all up in your mouth like it tried to kiss you
Drama, it's right here, how MUCH YOU NEED?
Beat you down with gat see how MUCH YOU BLEED
How MUCH YOU PLEAD, for your life, you was a killer
And all the bitches comin up out that ass you feelin, gettin realer
Now beg for your life, one more time, one more crime
one more nine, c'mon cry nigga
It's over! This is the shit, that hits hard
You either the last one standing, or the last one to fall

(Chorus) x2

(Intro)
Yeah, yo, yo, uh
Ja Rule, huh, Murder Inc. nigga
(How many wanna die with me?)
Come on, come on
Yo. yo

(Chorus 1)
I'mma ride to the end of the road baby
This life will drive me crazy
Been gettin' high lately
On the real, where it all gon

DJ Clue-
The Professional
Part Two
Coming real soon!
New shit! Crime life!
Memph Bleek!
Cease!
Ja!

Memphis Bleek-
Nigga, picture me hot, then picture me not
In this spot with this glock and these rocks to cops
I know every basehead from here to the wasteland
With keys, and connects me and Cease ???
Sell water from the cookpot, ain't that raw?
My razors? 20 dollars, here's a case of four
You supply that, shit I put a hole where your mind at
Push your hairline back, fucking with this sly cat
You know exactly what I'm talking about (Clue!)
You know the game and this life, what this thug about
One of the last real niggas trying to get in the game
But the verse on the first on the strip getting paid
You feel me? Niggas spending ??? for the jewelry
Then run around frontin like they money is filthy
I'm in the game to clean minds, fuck you want?
I had coke for too long, I supply that boat

(Chorus)
Ja Rule-
This life we gon' live it up
When the dough gets tough we gon' get it up
Anybody hate on us, we hit 'em up
Baby we can't be touched, niggas give it up (Repeat x2)
Crime life!

Lil' Cease-
Yo, yo!
When it's on it's on, writing's on the floor
Guts in his bed, the blood's on us all
Before he hit the floor, Bleek hit him some more
I've been in the spot, pop the buscuit, the coke out the drawer
Here niggas grimy, we take ends out your pockets
I want the kid's pictures and the cars and the wallets
He wants them big things like them ?Tits? and ?Dolly Partons?
Got mad bodies, ?Roy is hotter than Cochran?
Besides niggas albums, a lot about dropping
Fuck break dancing, our guns do the popping
We don't stop, we drop, shut it down
Rock the undergrounds, cock then gun 'em down
Now, you want war? Fuck guns, bring grenades
Fuck all you sons thats dockin that shade
Niggas be fronting, acting like they in Hollyhood
I catch a nigga slipping I'm popping two in his hood

(Chorus)
Ja Rule-
This life we gon' live it up
When the dough gets tough we gon' get it up
Anybody hate on us, we hit 'em up
Baby we can't be touched, niggas give it up (Repeat x2)
Crime life!

Ja Rule-
Ja's in, robbing the game, paws up niggas
Time's up niggas, line up niggas
For the K-I, double L, E-R, Murdera
Shit's on y'all in every way shape and form
I'm a diamond baller, I bear arms
When the god ??? ??? ???
The game is me, cause the game I eat breathe sleep
Wake up, conceal the heat and throw a blade in my cheek
Hit the streets, ?hands in the mind?, toes hands and the nine
The see-through niggas get flipped like mini-pies, ??? she lies Niggas stepped on, by the way and still getting slept on
What you think? You _Murdering, Inc._? Who put you in pink? Perform many bumps at the brink, you fucking with some hot spitters
Bear with us or bear witness, live to die, it's on nigga!

(Chorus)
Ja Rule-
This life we gon' live it up
When the dough gets tough we gon' get it up
Anybody hate on us, we hit 'em up
Baby we can't be touched, niggas give it up (Repeat x2)
Crime life!

(DJ Clue)
Fresh out!
Crazy ???!
Shawn Taylor!
Hot 97!
Damion Young!
Big shout out to fresh Jordan!
Ellie!
MTV!
Irv Gotti!
Murda, Inc!
My nigga Ja!
DJ Clue!
Desert Storm!
The Hard Knock Life!
Backstage y'all!

(thuder claps and rain pours)
(sirens in the background)
(emergency radio talking)

(talking)

Here we go again baby
Erase the pain
Gotta break free from all this motherfuckin anxiety...strains on my life...
Open my eyes and see
It's a big world out there
If god can only shine his light on me

I'm cryin everyone's tears...my pain...my love...
I'm cryin everyone's tears...my pain...is my love...

(church bell gongs several times)

Ja Rule-
It's murda, it's murda, uh
It's murda, yeah, yeah, uh
It's murda, yeah
It's murda, ya heard, nigga?
It's murda, yo, it's murda
It's murda

(Chorus) x2
Ja Rule-
Niggas live wit it, money drugs and murda for life
Bitches deal with it, only lovin' them hoes for the night
If your feeling it, get high, it's alright
But you can't get it, until the day of my demise

Tah Murda-
Playa, playa, it's murda, murda for life
With silencers, hurtin' 'em right
Leavin' them numb, like Persian white, darken the light
Bitch niggas- I don't scheme on them, I just lean on them
Cock-eyed Benz, butter leathers with four screens on them
Ever since, got these siamese mami's knowing me 'nani
The same birds who have nerve to fly by me
I'ma ball, like get it off for sure
Brawl til I can't raw no more, kickin' your dog for raw
When it's all set and done, my duns get it on and bubble
]From the night to morn', from Dusk Til Dawn
And if I wasn't with Inc, with Murda
Would you broads drive with me?
Draw guns, side-to-side with me?
Mine's real, and I ain't comfertable til I see a mil'
Or a mansion in Beverly Hills
We heavily steal, so get up, we bag coke then split it up
Post niggas up on the wall, like, "What?! Get up!"
And target practice like niggas a sittin' ducks
If you sittin' trunk, then prepare, prepare to get stuck
What!

(Chorus) x2

Ja Rule-
Fuck the world cause it ain't quite ready me
I'm living my life niggas take a look at these eyes
Witness what it is to be real niggas
Guns, drugs, hot slugs, coke runs, want some, get some
Bad enough buy some nigga
Fucking around with Ja and Bleek and get hit up
Tearing your whole clique then we clip up
Nigga that's what, them murderers, nigga, that's us
What the fuck, is you ready to die right now, nigga?
Know you feelin' my style, nigga
Run wit nothing but wild Brooknam and Queens Isle niggas
Hit 'em, any nigga that breath, Rule riddle 'em wit hot one
Ain't no nigga like me, who you riding wit?
Rolling nuttin' but hot shit
Yo bitch, my bitch
Only difference is bitches on my dick blow dick
How I cock spread hit, ho's love that shit, you celibate
I'll turn you into the freakiest bitch
Have you topless dance in bars naked for dollars
Y'all bitches know what my style is
Always in some foul shit, Rule bitch
Let the world know
When I spit nothing but that murderous, live wit it
It's murda

(Chorus) x2

Black Child-
Uh huh
What the God
Black Child
Yeah, uh, what, bring it to 'em
Uh huh
What the God?
Yeah

Yeah, we here now, don't get scared now
It's the murderers about to tear shit down
Touch the town, bless the world, undress your girl
Fuck your moms, we make bellow on bronze
Cuz when I pell these arms, just spit these guns
We gon' split yo' ones, and you know the outcome
Inc. coming, get some, nigga squeeze the pump
Nigga breathes when we dump, what the fuck y'all want?!
Nigga

Ja Rule-
None of me cuz I hit them with too much style
And my energy got the nigga creatin' little me
I'ma lock game, squeeze
Know that it's my time, if I leave here, breathe
Niggas hatin' on mines, I'ma nightmare
Niggas better prepare to die
And deal with Ja, holla, and murda for life!

(Chorus) x2

It's murda, it's murda
It's murda, it's murda
It's murda, it's murda
It's murda, it's murda
It's murda, it's murda
It's murda, uh, uh
We out