*featuring Ja Rule
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[Intro]
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[Talking]
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Nobody cares (Trouble's like a cancer, you gotta get it early if you don't get it early it kills you)
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Nobody cares (u gotta cut it out)
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Nobody CARES, Capisce, not about your self your family or nothing important to you.
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(Let me tell you something, when you're alone late at night in the bed)
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[indistinct voices overlapping]
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They come along like the great fighters once in a lifetime (you gotta do what ur heart tells you)
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U think a gun makes you a tough guy.
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I've seen more gus with guns wet the bed than other
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guys without guns.
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[indistinct voices overlapping]
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[Beat starts]
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Yeah
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Hell, yeah
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I'd like to welcome everybody to this side of the world.
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The Murder INC.
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And I'd like to introduce to y'all,
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My nigga,
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ATL's own
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Lloyd
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[Verse One: Lloyd]
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Ladies come step aside wit me, take this ride wit me to see the top of the globe.
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Courtesy of Murder INC's provider of privacy, nobody you know.
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Yeah I know I brought the mob wit me, cuz obviously a lotta niggaz snitch on the low.
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Just open your eyes and see what the blind's eyes are told.
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And I realize how niggaz fantasize and the unreal truth is sold to the ears of the
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youth, while other try to provide their souls to the roof,
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FUCK that, I'm bustin?back through the roof.
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Thumbtack to lie, hardtop to drop, show em how to rock and roll, and roll and rock, how
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to breathe locate and open shop bringin?everything I know I've got.
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[Chorus: Lloyd]
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Ain't no stopping what we doin? feels like I've been waiting a while, spent a lotta time comin?around.
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So we gon?keep on moving, cuz my time is here and now, right here and now.
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[Verse 2: Lloyd]
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Niggas come take this ride wit me, break some pot wit seed on the side of the road. Where
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everyday different bodies to count, niggas is riding away, getting dropped into homes. Follow me
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to armed robberies come hide wit me, and keep your eyes on watch patrol. Cuz they don't know how
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to ride but we be hotter so build up your chest. Getting wiped away better build up your rep.
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Cuz my niggas cash checks from Hollis to the deck. Holla em at my nigga I gotta good connect.
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I'll be in front the complex polishing the Lex. Red rollin?baguettes, Retro but fresh, nuff
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money in stacks, the best of the best. When you holster the gun there's no time u invest, you
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just gotta do it for yourself.
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3: Ja Rule]
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Lookie here my little nigga, lemme talk to you for a minute, lemme tell you bout this business
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and these cats who's in it. ‘Bout these fake ass bitches and these bitch ass niggas. How to spot
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the cowards from the killas. The flow is from the spinners, this industry is all smokin?lyrics,
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so we real street niggaz, our focus is to finish niggaz off. How often you report a nigga on, so
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you must be the chosen one do it proudly son. Neva leave your residence without your gun, cuz
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you'd rather be caught wit it than without one. Trust me, I'm like that old gangsta named Lucky,
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niggas know that my hands are dirty but still can't touch me. In this game if you're clean you
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can get all the money when you start getting dirty and they look at you funny. Cuz this a Bronx
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tale like you know wit Sonny. And that flow don't stop so they all call me. Keep your nose clean
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when fuckin?wit addicts and alcoholics. Cuz they runnin?the hood for ya. That's ATL for ya New
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York's no different, so's LA and Miami, that's hotter for riches. And keep your eyes on he
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snitches and front-ass niggas that claim to be gangstas and sue as soon as you split em. It's a
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cold world, be grateful that the Lord's forgiving and be happy that you ain't dead or sitting in
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prison,
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My nigga.
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[Outro: Lloyd]
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Ladies come take this ride wit me.
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Niggas come take a stride wit me.
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Ladies come take this ride wit me.
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Niggas come take a stride wit me.
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Murder Inc.
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ATL Tales / Ride Wit Me
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Lloyd |