Lyrics:
(Bring the gin) got the juice (bring the sin) got that, too
Whoa, just shut up know you're my favorite
Am I
Warm enough for ya, outside, baby, yeah
a long day
Know I got that long cake
I give her that long scream
I fuck with her the long way
'Cause the spotlight ain't nothin' without ya girl
game,
I can't reward you, but if you want a long one, baby
I got one for ya'
This is your shot
I got one for ya'
This is your shot
Uh-huh, check it
with my infrared
You in danger, Mr. Gangbanger
It ain't cool to take nappy from a stranger
Wit'cha drive-by's it took time to catch ya
But now I
here comes Big Will again
Here I come ya'll, here I come ya'll
Watch yo' back ya'll, here I come ya'll
For years I been tryin to rip rhymes & get
been the one representing all of Atlanta's zones
Back when niggas was representing Atlanta wrong
Every shot he got, he put the hoods of Atlanta
Money is an issue, and that's on the fa' shizzle my nizzle
Ya block warm, then I come by with the fizzle
And make fa' sho' I get to work mines, for part
it was stormin outside, that nigga'd be by
That's me dawg, on my block, I ain't have to play the big shot
Niggaz knew me back when I was stealin bell
nigga givin' tips
She's a bitch
When you say my name
Talk mo' junk but won't look my way
She's a bitch
See I got more cheese
So back on up while I
nigga.
Got green, New Orleans, St. Patrick nigga.
One bitch in the whip, one on the phone.
The one on the phone, is in front of ya home.
She 'bout to run
While the meth got me open like falopian tubes
I bring death to a snake when he least expect
Ain't a damn thing changed, boy, Protect Ya Neck
Ruler Zig
with ya, maybe we can do it later
I ain't got no time to waste, another move I got to make
Cold thing, she ain't even know my nizzame (damn)
I didn't
nigga givin' tips
She's a bitch
When you say my name
Talk mo' junk but won't look my way
She's a bitch
See I got more cheese
So back on up while I
hypnotized
We got 'em hypnotized
We got 'em hypnotized
Everytime time I come in
And I stumble on the feeling
And we lit the fires
So I hope you know we
[Ja Rule]
Uh, uh, yeah
We back up in this motherfucker
Murder Inc
Ha ha
I go by the name of the Rule
You know
Got my nigga Chink Santana in
na-na-knock
I got the mad man blues
Got the mad man blues
I got the mad man blues,
Man, don't ya know, don't ya know
I'm gonna take you, baby, by
Welcome back, welcome back
Welcome back
Welcome back (Oh! Oh!)
Yeah man, how you doin' (Come on, come on, come on)
You good? I know you like
Guess who just got back today,
Them wild-eyed boys that'd been away,
Haven't changed, had much to say,
But man, I still think them cats are crazy.
and sleepless nights
(Oooooh!)
But now, he's back in my arms again
Right by my side
I got him back in my arms again
So satisfied
(Oooooh!)
It's easy for friends
and sleepless nights
(Oooooh!)
But now, he's back in my arms again
Right by my side
I got him back in my arms again
So satisfied
(Oooooh!)
It's easy
to pay
We got nothin' figured out
When it was hard to take
Yes, yes
This is what I thought about
Do you remember, we were sittin' there by
that hung on the tack
Said liquor in the front and poker in the back
I got no more lonely nights
Ya-ya baby till out goes the lights
If you wanna
the tumblin' dice
Always in a hurry, I never stop to worry
Don't you see the time flashin' by
Honey, got no money
I'm all sixes and sevens and nines
Say
And no matter what sex you is
Behind ya back niggas'll sex ya bitch
Make you wonder where the exit is
Fuck That, cuttin' no slack
I'm bustin' fat nuts
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