[Ja Rule]
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How many niggas hit the scene like Rule
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Benley GT, pushin through bock flooded, with jewels
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H-2 with the hungerous Rule beside me
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Armed up the army, don't play that with nobody
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Rule, Murder & Gotti
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We hittin bitches like Lowe's be hittin switches, 16 at a time
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Times that behind with me down we lose and find
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X style the night that they mind we ? the times
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With renegades prowling this bitch with braids
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Leather gloves with dark shades and sowed off day
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Reminiscing the Cleo, she go to living life flawless
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Who the boss, you know this
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Who the GOD, who fawlging
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Hit me im giving niggas 1 to 3
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Y'all need 1 to 3 hours to accomplish what we have built here
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You nigga know this is Rule here
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I'm cocking back, I got an idea
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(Chorus)
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Just hop nigga, hop nigga, just hop niggas, cuz I pop niggas
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When you see the Rule comin'
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Clear the block niggas, hop niggas, just hop nigga, cuz I pop niggas
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When you see the chrome run
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Hop nigga, hop nigga, just hop nigga, cuz i pop niggas
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When you see the Rule comin'
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Clear the block niggas, hop nigga, just hop nigga, cuz I pop niggas
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When you see the chrome run
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[Ja Rule]
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Y'all niggas wanna see the N-G
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I'll go watch it like its a hundred and ten of me
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Guns bustin' in every direction, the public enemy
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But naah I aint Chuck B, Its Rule baby
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Y'all niggas wanna get it crazy, come on y'all cant fade me
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The music is slavery, roll up and haze
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Because most niggas is lazy cotton pickers
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Wish they'd find out its me and my niggas they gone
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Cuz they prisoners of they own home, we party and get it on
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LIVE IT UP! As soon as we hit em home
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We tuckin away the chrome and humpin up on some hoes
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We dem niggas you love to hate...I know
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Who cares I been blowin your bitch back out for years
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Plus she shared so many tears for me
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While you was away, was around the time I made "Put It On Me"
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So homie, stay from 'round here you aint know, this is Rule here
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I'm cockin back, I got an idea
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(Chorus)
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[P. Williams]
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Yeah, you feelin hot tonight well look it here playboy we could go outside
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(x2)
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HUH, you feelin hot tonight well look it here lil' mama we could go outside
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(x2)
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[Ja Rule]
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Certain niggas need to be kissed in the ground that I walk
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Shuttin up when I talk, its Rule in full floss
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5-0 is tellin him X marks the speasy
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How niggas gettin dis money, it can't be this easy
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Believe me, I see between cracks and crevices
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Angelic and devilish, who thinks better than this
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The shell love and angel live in the darkest angles, this is Rule here
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I'm cockin back I got an idea
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(Chorus)
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[P. Williams]
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Yeah, you feelin hot tonight
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well look it here playboy we could go outside (x2)
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HUH, you feelin hot tonight
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well look it here lil' mama we could go outside (x2)
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(Chorus)
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Pop N****s
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| Ja Rule |
