Lyrics:
Juggin' and finessin' we hear that on every verse
Watch me hit your jugular and
Put yo career in a hearse
I heard yo last album homie
Bet those
[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
Down back, by the end I say, ?Don't get contrary?
'Cause baby, I'm very highly motivated
I'm trying to do that play and ownership thing like Isiah did
official
Let me tell you when it all started
Game dropped Documentary and
Made plenty enemies
It was a classic album, but prior to that
Guerilla Black
So all hail or get tossed towards Hell, whatever y'all feel
Briusin' niggas, confusin' niggas like Chip Fu from the Fu-Schnickens
Hit you with
couldn't catch me with the naked eye
I never wouldn't try your just getting high its
Up to you with drugs your just gonna die
You literally celebrate
fives are skillet yeah the skies no limit
She said she's gonna see what I'm on
I said shawty my eyes are different
I'm tryna hop in the DM's she's with
I know I'm over my head
Knees back arms crossed undressed unsaid
Of places too far to bleed
Onto pages of lucid tragic words I'm writing to gaze
, I do anything to help my dawg
Try to relax, I hit you back, let me make some calls
For situations like this,
I keep a safe full of money with 100
I'm the realest nigga, I know
I say, uno, dos, tres, cuatro
Moreno, gringo, hembra, vato
Gangsters, hustlers, killers follow
I just hit the fuckin'
statement's wit
& I'm concentrating on making hits
& I'm fittin' em line by line
Teeth I grit & I'm tryin to find the perfect rhyme scheme
I'm dreamin'
and got the gun and came back to her
Loaded it up and handed the gat to her
I grabbed her hand and placed the gun to my eye muscle
She screamed stop
whole album
I don't need to no one to cope for that
When you know that I'm the baddest like what up
I'm just sittin' on back
Watchin' this game fall
stands out
Lets hit the beach and camp out
I am grateful, you put me here
You brought me here (You brought me here)
Milli
If my eyes can see my mouth can
start at 10 and it's sold out by 11
Rappers blow up, go and debut they whole album on Ellen
But not me I do it for the, do it for the streets
I do it
on my neck and back (shit)
Now listen, baby doll, we oughta hit the sack
The original, Young Aboriginal (ohoo)
Continued evolution of an individual,
through you
It's like inch by inch and step by step
I'm closing in on your position and destruction is my mission
Though eight is not enough, your
your lover
I'm getting the backend don't stay at no Weston
Drizzy inspired can't go back for the negatives
I look like I'm puff by the way that I'm
was famous
My naked wrist look like it got
Hit by a couple of paintas
Im gettin money but the fact
That im gangsta nevea changes
I goy my Locs on waitin
tell?
Whole team turning 30 like that album by Adele
Its 90Sitcom like fresh prince or saved by the bell
Them streams don't count if you just playing em
But sure I would see you later
Ratchet music had us in a trance
Dancing on everybody huh
But I couldn't dance
Knew you lived alone
By the time I hit ya
for an R&B album wonderin' my outcome
Want the black triangle
But I'm real with or without one
'Cause I'ma still sport wrinkled Armani jeans
Smokin'
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
[dmx - dialogue]
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,
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