[Ja Rule] + (Lil Wayne)
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Murder Inc. nigga
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(Young Money just crept in like uh-ohhh!)
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Em-pire, em-pire! Hehe, let's get 'em~!
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Inc Gang nigga, young money Cash Money, collabo'
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Listen, listen
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[Chorus: Ja Rule]
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To all my niggaz my bitches my bitches my niggaz my gangsters
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Hoes, pimps, and pushers keep workin with it, we doin it
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We gettin it, got money we takin it, got bitches we takin them
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Empire just stepped in and they like
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Uh-ohhh! Uh uh uh-ohhh! Uh-ohhh! Uh uh uh-ohhh!
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Hitting the uh uh-ohhh! Uh-ohhh! Uh uh uh-ohhh!
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Cause they know we gettin it, got money we takin it
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Got bitches we takin them, Empire just stepped in (fuck niggaz!)
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[Ja Rule]
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Uh-ohhh! Uh uh uh-ohhh! Here I, go oh-oh-oh
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It's the Rule nigga, you already know-oh
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I'm gettin it, I don't gotta talk because I'm livin it
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Money over bitches period, and I'm dead serious
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These bitches is feminine
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Nigga so I T-T-T-T-touch 'em up e'ry time I see 'em
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Are you feelin it, it-it-it's comin through the barrel
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of the fi-ih-ifth, out the sunroof of the si-ih-ix
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Ih-ih-if, you willin to bear wit-ne-ess
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How I take money, take bi-ih-itches, niggaz is
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fascinated with the kid, love my style
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Your bitch too'll be on the dick you let her come out
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Quit handcuffin these hoes, my pi-ih-imp game proper
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I'm a pis-tal popper, fuck around and get shot up
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My niggaz all riders, our bitches all done up
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Fuck~! I know y'all niggaz hate to love us; what
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[Chorus] with Lil Wayne ad libs
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[Lil Wayne]
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Uh-ohh! You did it, now, you gotta get it
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Weezy F is in yo' buildin, I will step, on yo' buildin
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From the steps, of my buildin, raise hell, hell's risen
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Call me young Raekwon, I'm a Chef in Hell's Kitchen
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Flow, sweet as devil's food, I eat angels for dinner
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Call me what'cha want, I don't give a finger in the middle
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I'ma hold it down and blow up, the anchor is the missile
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When I say we got them brrrrrrrrrr! I ain't tryin to whistle
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Longbody Maybach, it make me feel so little
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I'm ballin on the suckers and I won't pick up my dribble
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Retarded on the beats, sick, I spit hospitals
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And she couldn't stand under my umbrella if it drizzled
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My pimp game proper, my inf' aim proper
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So run and I will hit you like Jeremiah Trotter
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Yessuh! Call me, young Carter
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My leather so soft and I be stunt'n like my da-da
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Ya dig?
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[Ja Rule]
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Yep yep, I d-d-d-d-dig it!
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But our jewelry's so fri-di-di-di-digid, damn
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How dare bitches look at Atkins, Carter and Crocker
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Like we don't make that crack that get real butter
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Did-did-did-did I stu-st-stah-stutter the first time nigga, nah
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They like uh-ohhh! Uh uh uh-ohhh! This nigga's tr-uh-ouble
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It's the Inc., nigga act like ya know-ow
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Who's gettin it, livin this, gangster shit
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[Chorus]
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[Ja Rule] + (Lil Wayne)
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Murder Inc. nigga
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(Young Money just crept in like uh-ohhh!)
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Em-pire, em-pire! Heh...
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Uh-Ohhh!
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| Ja Rule |
