Lyrics:
[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
the fact that you're nothing like me
Are you not burdened by the lack of
Perspective people have of your charmed life seemingly
I'm in the front row
gat is freaky to lick more than any shorty's tongue ring
Any nigga threatenin my life's a done deal
Watch a bitch get her filll then she snitch
enough to set me back, whole career on a shelf (Whoa)
But I didn't stop there
What you think I'll quit now
No, life ain't fair
Never keep your head down
live by
Lets get one thing I won't turn on my bros
BND just know them three things tied to my soul
Fuck around catch something hollow tip lead dumping
look for me, they look for me
The run off crew & i'm with Y.E
Fuck twelve, buck twenty po'in up a three
VIP, then I'm back to the streets
Came from
and another in his drawers
Life ain't a game, so he couldn't push pause
Got his back against the wall and they won't stop bussin
Now the dirt he did in his day
the weed spot, pounds of purp, bowl of cereal
Cartoons is on, my favorite shit is The Smurfs
Now I don't slip when I'm down in the dirt,
cause by this
believe
So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy-ass weave
She started talkin' shit, wouldn't you know?
Reached back like a pimp and slapped the ho
these
Hoes in the back
Catching air in the cat
Got a boatload of bitches just a pair or 3
Listen this back pack rap
Gon' clap back faster
Than racked back
Jordan ones just be followed by the three
Were not fucking with sixteens we just end it at fourteen
All new Balenci’s, Dior, Followed with yeezys
All
lost
I said one thing wrong oh well what's the cost
Well the rain is back in my life I'm so very confused
And I don't know what to say well I guess I
off
And your girl got boy problems, told her imma solve 'em
Said that at like 3 and by 4 you'll be gone
You know you ain't safe if you fuck with my
We’re on a motherfucking trek yo
Let’s start at #1, 2, 3, 4
Well it’s Lieutenant Commander
No not the android
Homie with the fucked up eyes
Steady
I Lift my hands and praise
So I'm busy busy busy now
You can tell by my fruits that I'm saved
Lemon squeeze with the business I rebuke all the smoke
no smell on em Jobs wasn't calling back
I tipped the scale on em
I'm on my way to better things
Always had bigger dreams
Ima chase em by any means
Back
I'm a hitta by myself
I'm a hitta by myself (L's)
"Hello?"
"Man whatup bro what's good?"
"Chillin' chillin', man, motherfucker back down in these
One-fifty-eight Lewis Avenue
Between Lafayette and Van Buren, that was back during
The days of hangin on my Bed-Stuy block
With Spence
Hit by cupid, stupid, why'd you do it? Why be bother?
Why you holla? Three babies, three baby fathers
Get wise kid, open your eyelids, cause that last
her, you loved her, moved her in the crib
Hit by cupid, stupid, why'd you do it? Why be bother?
Why you holla? Three babies, three baby fathers
Get wise
old violin?
Just one more and we'll be through.
And then he cried one give me one dollar,
Who'll make it two only two dollars who'll make it three
You got me singing
Falling face down on my knees
Lord please
I'm coming back now Lord
Save me
I can't go back to the way things used to be
All
talking bout no money
Talking life without a soul
Talking life without a goal
In that basement studio
I found my way to take control
Had my mind held by
by good luck
I'm high as hell, can't get up cuz I'm stuck
Get high, just vibe
Get lifted and life life
Get high, just vibe
Get lifted and life life
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