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