Ja Rule - & Girls
Intro - Ja Rule - talking
Yeah ... ha, uh huh
You know how we do (we're gonna do how we do)
Uh, uh, yo my nigg* Cad what's hangin nigg* (gangsta s**t)
nigg* Terry what's goin on nigg*
Let me talk to 'em for a minute (Murder Inc. bosses in the building)
Yeah, haha
Chorus
! Grip the iron and keep it c*cked
girls! Work your cl*t keep that p*ssy hot
Cause it's all about the benjamins and nobody ain't doin it like us
C'mon what y'all want?
! Grip the iron and keep it c*cked
girls! Work your cl*t keep that p*ssy hot
Cause it's all about sex, money, and murder
girls that burn ya, with burners
c*cked and let go!
Verse 1
fk all y'all motherfkin b*tch as*
I'm talkin to whoever wanna be ridin my d*ck
And you know your gon' get it as hot as I spit it
It's the Rule and nobody wanna be bothered with
If I hit 'em in every direction with four fifths
Will expend like 45's with compact discs (c'mon)
It's a disappointment to see flip on Rule like they double jointed
When I'm one of rap's anointed
Who else used to order it all on the d*ck
Like when I come through with spinners on the six
And got girls bouncin like Ronnie in Tricks
But some wh*res in this game really don't make sense
Bomb roof and via Cal's and clonin Ems
But when bullets go through your film, we break your limbs
A horror show, yeah picture this
Cause I guess you can't see it, it's Murder again
Chorus
Verse 2
Rule I fk with girls in Manolos and thick Louie Vuitton logos
Cause I don't love these hoes
I'm above and beyond everything that your seein
And I'm the only real nigg* left rappin this freakin
If I could be one of the seasons, you'd call me summer
The way I bang the heater out the back of the Hummer
The bull just move like runners from city block to city block
Layin down the foundation for what's really hot
Y'all really not on my level (c'mon)
I'm like slugs when they pierce the metal, you see sparks (what)
My voice is a brush, they hear it it's like art
And nobody can really tell the twins apart
I call one Nina, other one Santa Maria
I might roll up on your set, dump and lean ya
My b*tch is c*cked to bang men in Virginia
Don't make me run up on ya, put a few in ya
Chorus
Verse 3
Yeah, yeah, yo, Murder's outlaw, that guess I get a city's a broads
So I push the Porsche high and truck to court
Holla at the judge if the judge made a bad decision
I feel like the nigg* that triggerin guns with mittens
It's hard to get done, I'm hearin that security runs
around 30K, if they don't get hit with an AK
And found out that the security's runnin another way
Like with me, it's Murder, probably
If I could drop in to manslaughter get a bail and flee
Cause my downess says b*tch up, let her handle the pick up
Snow cone the country leave no market untouched
Call me drugs if this is how they pushin us rafters
But I don't do it cause I need it, I do it cause I want more
Definition is greed, I do it cause I want yours
And y'all is teasin, y'all don't really want war
But if you really do, your gonna need a lot more
Chorus - 2X
Outro - Ja Rule - talking
f*gg*ts, haha (Panna Banana what up)
Yeah, shout out to my nigg* 01 (my nigg* Holla, I see you baby)
Baby, you know what I mean? My nigg* Black Child (Joe, what up nigg*)
Big Caddillac, my motherfkin partner my brother
What up Gotti, you know how we gonna do these
You ain't got to pick up no mic either my nigg*
I got this, I got these Gotti
Holla back nigg* laughing
Yeah, uh, yo my nigg* Burns in the building
Blow somethin up nigg* fades out
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