*featuring Charli Baltimore
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[Ja Rule - talking]
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Ja Rule, Chuck B-more
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Every thug needs a lady
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And every thug needs a down ass bitch, huh, feel me
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Every thug needs a lady
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Baby I'm convinced, you my down ass bitch
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[Chorus - Ja Rule]
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Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah)
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If you'd lie for me, like you lovin me
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Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah)
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If you'd die for me, like you cry for me
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Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah)
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If you'd kill for me, like you comfort me
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Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah)
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Girl I'm convinced, you're my down ass bitch
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[Ja Rule]
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Uh
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I know that you're lovin me, 'cause you thug with me, who bust slugs for me?
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My baby
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Who gon' kill for you, like I comfort you, who else but the Rule?
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You feel me
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Girl when we connect the dots we hit the spot
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Twin Benz's, you ride hard, I ride drop
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And to make it better, baby got the nina' Beretta tucked low
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And I'm two cars back with the four-four
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And it freaks you out, on your momma's couch, that's what us thugs be 'bout
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You know me
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And when I pray for love, baby pray for us, who celebrates the thugs?
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My lady
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Got me seekin capital game when I spit sixteen
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Whether bars or sixteens in the doors of cars
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A star is born
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In the hood, made a name live on, R-U-L-E, ladies, feel me
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[Chorus]
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[Charli Baltimore]
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Now I'm show you blood or love, there's no belly you bounce from
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Blow sellin, dough amounts to no tellin
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There'll be no tellin, snitches get it back
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Those gats to your backs for my boy
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What part of the game is that, huh?
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Niggas and they feelings 'cause I handle your dealings, keep your name in tact
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My fame's in tact so cops won't know what it's hittin for
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Now hoes wanna know what you shittin for
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'Cause I'm your bitch, the Bonnie to your Clyde
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It's mental, mash your enemies, we out in the rental
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I'm your bitch, niggas run up on ya, shift ya lungs, who's your organ donor?
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What they know about, extreme meausures I'm a ride with you
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And my baby three-eighty at my side
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And we lock the town, I'm as down as any thug
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My love, they gotta take us in blood, what
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[Chorus]
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[Ja Rule]
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You could die from love, at any given time I could die from slugs
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But that's what this life is capable of
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The death and the life of a bitch and a thug, is what I'm scared of
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But got a woman who ain't afraid to, tuck the toast in the Escalade
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Pop on niggas that showin me shade, but only for the Rule 'cause that's my baby
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Got me a down ass bitch with red hair, that don't care
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Blazed by the shots and flares
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Girl c'mon, follow me, and bust back at police, conceal ya heat
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It's a bit much to blaze up, Rule and Chuck, N-I-G, the Murderous, I-N-C
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With one on the hip, one in the holster, nigga will toast ya quick
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Especially a down ass bitch
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[Chorus]
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[Ja Rule]
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Thug on, 'cause you my down ass bitch
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Thug on, ladies
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Thug on, 'cause you my down ass bitch
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Thug on, baby
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Thug on, 'cause you my down ass bitch
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Thug on, ladies
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Thug on, 'cause you my down ass bitch
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Thug on, baby
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[Chorus 2x]
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Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah)
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Down Ass Bitch
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| Ja Rule |
