World'S Most Dangerous - Lyrics - Venni Vetti Vecci - Ja Rule

Title: World'S Most Dangerous
Album: Venni Vetti Vecci
Artist: Ja Rule
Composer(s): I Lorenzo, Jeffrey Atkins, Otha Miller, T Fyffe

Lyric:
Uh uh uh yeah uh uh

I could see it in your eyes
Ya'll niggas is scared of us
Declarin' us the world's most dangerous
You don't wanna see me rise
Because when we get high we get 'em
Should have seen how we did' em
Must a been the weed in 'em

But as long as I'm alive
I'm a show the world my struggle
My pain, my hunger, my hustle
You can put it on my life
'Cause I do it for my niggas
For the love of my bitches
If you wit' me, feel this

For what it's worth everything that I believe in
My Lord, if they saw where a nigga been
Would they applaud my acheivements?
I'm killing these niggas for a reason
Laying them down, ain't nothing for now while I'm breathing
I'm ride for niggas, that ride for me
Knowing in my heart that these same niggas would die for me
Bleed, tears of love for lost blood
You can see the pain in my eyes and what it does and why

I don't give a fuck whether I live or die
I'm a paint this world a portrait of my mind
Show 'em, if they deny it blow 'em
Past me the iron let me bite them wit' the bulldog made by design
Niggas gon' give me mines and get in line for the torture
I swear, run any closer to air, my bullets travel wit' prayers
Guns blazin' in pairs, who the nigga you fear
JA Rule, motherfuckers, all my hoes and hustlers

Ride wit' me, get a feelin' on how this world did me
Was curious 'till it all hit me
But it's clear now though it's a narrow hall that I stare down
I'm huggin' the bars kissin' the ground
Fuckin' around wit' the Rule nigga
What you tryin' to do make me put a hole in you and your bitch too
Let's make this an issue, how we do it thug style
Turn the lights off world, enter the lockdown

I could see it in your eyes
Ya'll niggas is scared of us
Declarin' us the world's most dangerous
You don't wanna see me rise
Because when we get high we get 'em
Should have seen how we did' em
Must a been the weed in 'em

But as long as I'm alive
I'm a show the world my struggle
My pain, my hunger, my hustle
You can put it on my life
'Cause I do it for my niggas
For the love of my bitches
If you wit' me, feel this

This is a nigga livin' his life, in gripes wit' the world
I need to be high and cop ice girl, fuck a price girl
With no problems at all, I'm ready to ball
On call killers from Atlanta to Dainamall
N-Y baby, you see why, we the world's murderous guys
With Mafia ties, fuck around and die
It found myself me and my nine
Doin' a jooks stickin' to crime
A true crook in 9-9

My nigga you holdin' me down
We fuck around and start killin' these clowns
We're hittin' 'em now, fools, lie down, for quaters to halves to pounds
Nigga, I'm seein' triple of the breakdown
That's what I make now, and nothin' flake now
Fuck the law, 50-50 love showed across the board
I'm a crook ready for war, mutha fucka spittin' gutta for sure
That's on my life pushin' the ready, rock steady
On every block, aight!

I could see it in your eyes
Ya'll niggas is scared of us
Declarin' us the world's most dangerous
You don't wanna see me rise
Because when we get high we get 'em
Should have seen how we did' em
Must a been the weed in 'em

But as long as I'm alive
I'm a show the world my struggle
My pain, my hunger, my hustle
You can put it on my life
'Cause I do it for my niggas
For the love of my bitches
If you wit' me, feel this

Fuck the world if they can't see
I'm a bastard hollerin', "Fuck me!"
Blaze to the death and die with dignity
For the life of me, I just wanna remain
A nigga that's loyally loved through his levels of pain
And I won't be contained, even if you incarcerate
Still I'm only in chains, bury bread and stash the range
It's how a thug would do things, get arranged
Start diggin' for change then get back in the game

And try to see through my thoughts, why
You ain't read for what's on my mind, too inclined
One of God's feared and most greatest design
See, any nigga that lies, is a nigga you watch
Make him easy to dot, send him in a rag-gedy box
You lookin' me in my eyes, huh?
What you saw? My visions of pain? My lust for sluts and whores?
I'm a wild nigga, might a heard of my foul niggas
Ya'll ain't ready, it's fuckin' murda, you bitch niggas

I could see it in your eyes
Ya'll niggas is scared of us
Declarin' us the world's most dangerous
You don't wanna see me rise
Because when we get high we get 'em
Should have seen how we did' em
Must a been the weed in 'em

But as long as I'm alive
I'm a show the world my struggle
My pain, my hunger, my hustle
You can put it on my life
'Cause I do it for my niggas
For the love of my bitches
If you wit' me, feel this

I could see it in your eyes
Ya'll niggas is scared of us
Declarin' us the world's most dangerous
You don't wanna see me rise
Because when we get high we get 'em
Should have seen how we did' em
Must a been the weed in 'em

But as long as I'm alive
I'm a show the world my struggle
My pain, my hunger, my hustle
You can put it on my life
'Cause I do it for my niggas
For the love of my bitches
If you wit' me, feel this

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Feel So Good - Lyrics - Chapter II - Ashanti

Title: Feel So Good
Album: Chapter II
Artist: Ashanti
Composer(s): A Douglas, I Lorenzo, Smead Hudman, Austin Johnson, A Parker

Lyric:
Right back at y'all stupid motherfucker
As we proceed to give you
All of you motherfucker what you need
And what you need is the princess
Let's go

Hey baby baby may I have a word with you?
I've been watchin' you from over here
And I've been wonderin' if I could get to know you
Think you got what I want and all I'm askin' for
So baby would you spend some time?
Then I could find a way to make you mine

Oh my baby
Hoo you drive me crazy
I can't even ask for more
'Cause boy I think you got it all

Oh my baby
Hoo you drive me crazy
I can't even ask for more
'Cause boy I think you got it all

Ooh you make me feel so good
I'll do what you ask me to
Oh you make me feel so right
Every day and every night

Ooh let me tell you how much I'm in love with you
From the moment that I saw your face
I never ever thought about you bein' replaced
I know that I've found the guy that I've been lookin' for
I'll throw my other numbers out the door
'Cause I know I don't need 'em anymore

Oh my baby
Hoo you drive me crazy
I can't even ask for more
'Cause boy I think you got it all

Oh my baby
Hoo you drive me crazy
I can't even ask for more
'Cause boy I think you got it all

Ooh you make me feel so good
I'll do what you ask me to
Oh you make me feel so right
Every day and every night

You have been listenin' to the world renowned
Murder inc song the beautiful but talented, Miss Ashanti
And as we bring you on to the chapter two
I'm gonna tell yall sniffheads what we gon' do
We gon' keep givin' y'all what y'all need
Sing to me baby come on

Oh my baby
Hoo you drive me crazy
I can't even ask for more
'Cause boy I think you got it all

Oh my baby
Hoo you drive me crazy
I can't even ask for more
'Cause boy I think you got it all

Ooh you make me feel so good
I'll do what you ask me to
Oh you make me feel so right
Every day and every night

You have been listenin' to another murder inc bangup, G
Ashanti, Milwaukee
Santana to go
And you know we talkin' to you
The world's most wanted
The world's most dangerous
The world's most loved
I.G., y'all, I.G., y'all, I.G., y'all
Y'all motherfucker catch y'all

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Dangerous Ground - Lyrics - Keith Murray

Title: Dangerous Ground
Artist: Keith Murray
Composer(s): G Belin, J Yancey, Keith Murray

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Lyric:
Yo, you think them niggaz out there impress me?
Don't none of that shit impress me
Oh, I'm supposed to listen cause they on the radio? I'm ready

I got nuttin' to lose in the world to gain, I leave you slain
And make your family relocate and change their names
Like the West Coast say, "I'm 'bout to make the leap"
Niggaz be slippin' when I be flippin' and I'll see you next trip

'Cause revenge is a motherfucker, payback is a bitch
Especially when I'm comin' with that Def Squad click
Can you relate to an intense, motherfucker, gridiron mic cuffer
Terror to the jugular, smother all the others, punk motherfuckers
But I'ma keep it real 'cause me and you is brothers

It'll happen so fast boy, you won't stand a chance
'Cause the L.O.D. put in work like red ants
And when I walk by Curtis Mayfield'll draft
And spell the full limp love is just like Shaft
Shit I craft, is harder than Chinese math
Plus I lay you down for standin' on dangerous ground

Aiyyo, you're standin' on dangerous ground
Too close to the crown, let's see if you know the bounds
I said you're standin' on dangerous ground
Too close to the crown, let's see if you know the bounds

Aiyyo, you're standin' on dangerous ground
Too close to the crown, let's see if you know the bounds
Yo kid, you're standin' on dangerous ground
Too close to the crown, let's see if you know the bounds

Let's embark on this mission like Black Indiana Jones
Is eatin' Pookie sandwiches and smokin' chronic bones
See I kill it a little, then leave it alone
Let my man 50 G, drag it into his zone

Now 50 Grand's in the room and Legion of Doom
And if you sayin' Def Squad's the bomb then I'll assume
It takes brain splittin' compositions, makin' incisions
Dranin' the blood up out silly niggaz like morticians

Now I'ma back out and pimp the rhythm like Too Short
And Dru Down and wait for what go around to come around
And beat it in the head with this
Send 'em off into the unknown, in and out of consciousness

Kind of like a hip-hop microphone hypnotic
Specialist in gettin' inside artists, sick word analyst
World's most foul freestylist
C'mon man, y'all niggaz know y'all can't get with this

And you're standin' on dangerous ground
Too close to the crown, let's see if you know the bounds
Aiyyo, you're standin' on dangerous ground
Too close to the crown, let's see if you know the bounds

We said you're standin' on dangerous ground
Too close to the crown, let's see if you know the bounds
Aiyyo, you're standin' on dangerous ground
Too close to the crown, let's see if you know the bounds

And kill the noise, playboys 'cause we have no flaws
We employ hits the whole family can enjoy
I'll be masterin' the funk like Flex, mentally etchin' and sketchin'
Speakin' with my hands like Terminator X and

Scheme and get choked out like Radio Raheem
My team'll put you to sleep and let you dream
I'm not down with the East, West coast controversy
Me say you you say me, across the country makin' millis

I'll be glad to see a brother get paid for hard work
But instead y'all steady tryin' to ditch up the dirt
Yeah, niggaz still tryin' to toss salt in the game
And y'all done read my name graffitied in the walls of fame

Let me explain, niggaz die for fame in this game
My name's like a migraine, rappers get banged out the frame
See some funny style niggaz in the house tonight
With posses too thin to win and too light to fight, think twice

And you're standin' on dangerous ground
Too close to the crown, let's see if you know the bounds
Shorty, you're standin' on dangerous ground
Too close to the crown, let's see if you know the bounds

Say it playa, you're standin' on dangerous ground
Too close to the crown, let's see if you know the bounds
Shorty [Incomprehensible] you're standin' on dangerous ground
Too close to the crown, let's see if you know the bounds

I had the last watch and y'all niggaz on the corner pumpin' gas
Nervous like you lyin' to a polygraph
Come see a real show, cut off your flow, killin' you slow
One time for L.O., I'm like a thief in your window

Or catch us in the streets, herdin' like cattle, defeatin' rappers
Without complex and battles, swingin' like Mickey Mantle
Niggaz trippin' like they wanna be me
Challenge Def Squad, L.O.D., you livin' dangerously

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Fuck You - Lyrics - Rule 3:36 - Ja Rule

Title: Fuck You
Album: Rule 3:36
Artist: Ja Rule
Composer(s): T Crocker, Irving Lorenzo, Jeffrey Atkins, Richard Wilson, Otha Miller

Lyric:
Yo
Yo uh
Rule nigga
Ja Rule O1
Uh
Yeah

It's our world, please believe
Niggas ain't real, please believe
It's murda, please believe
I.N.C., niggas what's fuckin' with me?

R U L E, love me or hate me, baby
Refer to 3:36 baby
That's the rule, please niggas don't get it confused
See this game that we playin', ya'll playin' to lose

Who's next that wanna ride spittin'
(Who? Who?)
How I do niggas, knowin' they wanna ride
(Who? Who?)

Rule baby, I've been really outta control lately
If you relatin' let me hear ya say
(Yay-yaay, yay-yaay)
Ya'll feelin' my pain? I've been runnin' wild time and again
Ya'll swerve in my lane, I'll pull up and start poppin' ya brain

Fuck knowin' these broads names
Extravagant champagne
Ya'll niggas is lame, my niggas ain't sane
Who you fuckin' with?

Ya'll niggas wanna dead
(Who?)
Then wanna ride
(Who?)
Ya'll know the niggas who steady screamin'
(Fuck you)

It's murda, murda, you know it's murda, murda
We scream it, we yell it
We livin' murda, murda, murda

Ya'll ain't feelin'
(Who?)
Ya'll don't like
(Who?)
Ya'll know the niggas who steady screamin'
(Fuck you)

It's murda, murda, you know it's murda, murda
We live it, we breathe it
We screamin' murda, murda, murda

Murder I.N.C. is my blood group
Go through the pain together by any means
Poppin' it hot at whoever or so it seems
Niggas that gettin' hot, not this hot nigga very hot
See it in your eyes, niggas ready to die

But as long as I'm alive, I'm puttin' this on my life
For niggas that ain't right, they get it upon sight
If ya know me then you'll no way, pop away
Cock and pop again, baby men will be men

I spit off 10, fuck it give 'em the 16
Like my guns dirty and hands clean
Loose bitches in tight jeans
Old money and crack fiends was a fetish
Before Guliani got into office and deaded shit

Fuck it, I'm livin' my life on the edge
Got one in the head, plus a niggas Fed 'nuff said
I'm gonna behead niggas that don't believe this
Rule baby 3:36

Ya'll niggas wanna dead
(Who?)
Then wanna ride
(Who?)
Ya'll know the niggas who be steady screamin'
(Fuck you)

It's murda, murda, you know it's murda, murda
We scream it, we yell it
We livin' murda, murda, murda

Ya'll ain't feelin'
(Who?)
Ya'll don't like
(Who?)
Ya'll know the niggas who steady screamin'
(Fuck you)

It's murda, murda, you know it's murda, murda
We live it, we breathe it
We screamin' murda, murda, murda

We are the world's most dangerous, niggas alive
All of my niggas bang with us and let's ride
Muthafuckas will ball but not many survive
'Cause 50 shots, tearin' through the side of ya ride

'Cause we are
(Murderers)
Muthafucka you heard, playa
(Murderers)
Poppin' collars in air

Poppin' shots through ya rearview
Bullets, they tear through
Got niggas wonderin' like, "What the fuck did I do?"

So niggas wanna go and get they man 'cause they can't do this shit
Because they ain't got no heart for this, bust a gun and body shit
Niggas like you probably snitch, do a nigga then get rich
Niggas like you always fit, 6 feet deep inside a ditch

There ain't nothin' fuckin' with this, ya know why?
Nigga I just came into the game, "Ready to Die"
Ready to hold heat, drive-by with rule
Poppin' shots through the sun roof screamin', "Fuck you"

Ya'll niggas wanna dead
(Who?)
Then wanna ride
(Who?)
Ya'll know the niggas who steady screamin'
(Fuck you)

It's murda, murda, you know it's murda, murda
We scream it, we yell it
We livin' murda, murda, murda

Ya'll ain't feelin'
(Who?)
Ya'll don't like
(Who?)
Ya'll know the niggas who steady screamin'
(Fuck you)

It's murda, murda, you know it's murda, murda
We live it, we breathe it
We screamin' murda, murda, murda

Ya'll niggas wanna dead
(Who?)
Then wanna ride
(Who?)
Ya'll know the niggas who steady screamin'
(Fuck you)

It's murda murda, you know it's murda, murda
We scream it, we yell it
We livin' murda, murda, murda

Ya'll ain't feelin'
(Who?)
Ya'll don't like
(Who?)
Ya'll know the niggas who steady screamin'
(Fuck you)

It's murda, murda, you know it's murda, murda
We live it, we breathe it
We screamin' murda, murda, murda

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Mind On Our Money - Lyrics - BTNHResurrection - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Mind On Our Money
Album: BTNHResurrection
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, Charles Scruggs, Tim Middleton, Stanley Howse, Anthony Henderson, Byron Mc Cane

Lyric:
People ask me how do you maintain
You got to keep your mind on money
(T H U G)
Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change
Nigga, let 'em know how much you want it

People ask me how do you maintain
You got to keep your mind on money
(T H U G)
Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change
Nigga, let 'em know how much you want it

Nigga 1993, hooked up with Eazy E
1994, rushin' through the door with the bone flow
Nigga was creepin' on a come up, doin' it for the love of money
1995 we really let 'em know, Cleveland is the city where we come from

Brought styles muthafuckas never heard before
But we never got our props
Till we dropped that said song, see you at the crossroad
But the man know, Eazy runnin' with the lost souls, rest in peace

That was 1996, we back in the mix
I guess they thought that we'd gon' quit but we got love for this shit
But everything started changin', business rearrangin'
Then the time when bone and ruthless wasn't vibin'

Tried to keep my mind together through that industry shit
Somehow I'm feelin' like what I deserve I didn't get
But I'ma stick it out, believe I'ma keep my head up
And show my loyalty for Eazy E, even though I'm fed up

1997 hey, everybody grab ya weapon, it's the art of war
It don't stop, it won't stop until we drop, body rott
Not to mention when we venture through the family scriptures
1999 nigga, still strugglin'

Tryna get some money with this mastermind I'm jugglin'
Sharpen up ya thug mentality
And by the year 2000 I'll be thuggin' but so I'm [unverified]
I gotta get some money, blast if I get hungry
So if you read that i done flipped, then you know the story, about me

People ask me how do you maintain
You got to keep your mind on money
(T H U G)
Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change
Nigga, let 'em know how much you want it

Take a good look into my eyes and all over my face your bloody death
With a bloody bloody, mess, I'm servin' you none the less
[Unverified] that crazy muthafucka
From the world's most dangerous group

Mo thugs nation, [unverified] on your life
That's absolutely what I'm gon' do
Blast at them niggas who thought they knew me
Now I'm that muthafucka that be [unverified], the nigga that bust all y'all

My mission in life to be the coldest nigga that ever spit shit on the mic
I'm comin' in smooth, rockin' this Hip-Hop music just the way you like
Tellin' all biters to please stop tryin'
Let it go fry fool, when I make my move, all y'all gonna die

Split up and fry, open his eyes [unverified] pop
Shot one through his head
Oh my, oh my, now look what you made me do, this nigga dead
It ain't my fault, you niggas too soft, ain't got no skill

Now look through the [unverified] stop steel
Y'all some fake-thug livin' tryna get notice by hangin' with stars
No need to say no names, niggas know who the fuck you are
We all true sound, nigga united gatherin' souls, how we roll

And that's love for the paper, foldin', I saw these hoes
But I had my [unverified] nah, nigga that's my nuts [unverified]
Don't touch that
And then he won't hesitate to buck for the love

You can't dust on these bustas, so they die
They only got love for those who love me
In the meanwhile I main to keepin' my mind on my money
And no, this shit that we spit ain't funny
Especially when you hungry, nigga
With no hustle, nigga, to get them funds

People ask me how do you maintain
You got to keep your mind on money
(T H U G)
Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change
Nigga, let 'em know how much you want it

In '91 I'm runnin' from the fuckin' cops, don't ya know it
That bitch was tryna' find a hidin' spot, he show it
Know niggas that'd had no pussy
Said that would never read or get to L.A.

And niggas went cannibal on 'em, either
Smokin' that reefer, niggas know how I'm livin'
'Cause I was havin' children when y'all was lookin' for women
But mine aside, so why you tellin' your same [unverified]

When niggas ain't have shit, tell me who's the one that ride
We gon' ride ride though, you can call me Mr. Murda-Mo
Get [unverified], burn the whole store down all by myself
[unverified] for fuckin' with the bone flow

Heaven and Earth, God and my loved one and ya gotta roll
And what you want my people to hear, that I'm a fuckin' sell-out?
But who's the one on solo shit and who want me the hell out?
I'll bail out with a [unverified], that pussy makes me change

Or expansion on the mansion or acres in the shooting range
Shootin' thangs, it don't make you a villain
(Shootin' thangs)
The villain is chillin' with his children
Bitch, I keeps it real

People ask me how do you maintain
You got to keep your mind on money
(T H U G)
Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change
Nigga, let 'em know how much you want it

I keep my mind on my money, my money on my mind
A straight up soldier in the field out here pushin' my line
Nigga designed a gold crime as I'm racin' through this obstacle
007, Layzie Bone, knew it was possible

Got shot, got out the hospital, started on my mission
Listen, nigga pay attention
Oh, and did I mention, had a tape before I crept on a come up,
Faces of death

Blessin' 40 O-Z's, lay and leatherface and double Z's [unverified]
Niggas often wonder why my mind on my money
Nigga these bitches all up on me and half the industry phony
It's like this nigga, i don't even fuck around

If a nigga ain't got no money for lay, I'll come around
Ain't it funny how niggas turn funny-style
When they think they fall in trinkets, ain't even ran a mile
See my niggas doin' a damn thing, flesh

Trues humbly united gatherin' souls, just to let you know
Heaven's movie, yours truly, Mr. Gambini
it's the mentality and next to the baddest, Little Stevie
And when you ask me how i maintain

I watch my niggas rule, act a fool and ace the game
Mo thug one, witness the family scriptures
Mo thug two, family reunion comin' to get ya
Mo thug three, presentation of the mothership
Niggas on some other shit, by smoke and maintain

People ask me how do you maintain
You got to keep your mind on money
(T H U G)
Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change
Nigga, let 'em know how much you want it

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Lay Low - Lyrics - Snoop Dogg

Title: Lay Low
Artist: Snoop Dogg
Composer(s): Andre Romell Young, Tracy La Marr Davis, Danny Elliott Means, Keiwan Dashawn Spillman, Nathaniel D Hale, Calvin Broadus, Michael Elizondo, Percy Miller

Lyric:
If dis one of my hoes, two way
Ay ay Snoop, whattup? This nigga Dre
Ay man, I was thinkin' I ain't said shit
On your whole motherfuckin' album

Check it out, put this on there
All you motherfuckin' haters out there
Can suck my motherfuckin' dick
And we still smokin', what?

For the nigga who be talkin' loud and holdin' his dick
Talkin' shit, he better lay low
For the bitch that said I shot some shit up out of my dick
Now she's sick, she better lay low

For the niggaz who be claimin' my hood
And really ain't from my gang, better lay low
I hope he don't be thinkin' I'm just talkin'
And I won't do a thing, really hope so

Lay low, nobody move until I say so
Limo tint rollin' deep like the President
See, I don't go to clubs, I never chase a bitch
I'm here to bang that gangsta shit to the Apocalypse

We call it stress, some of y'all call it chocolate
Return of the Top Dogg and ain't no stoppin' this
Whatever the case, I ain't tryin' to catch it
Lay low, blow big dope and slang records

Unseen but well heard, do not disturb
The only reason you alive 'cause I ain't sent the word
I flip faster than birds, Snoop Dogg will emerge
From the smoke and go loc, you shouldn't provoke

I bring the worst from the L.B.C.
Smash motherfuckers thinkin' they gon' smash on me
Snoop and Dre give a fuck about what y'all say
From the world's most dangerous group N.W.A., ay, ay

Our rise, it was no surprise
I always knew these fools would trip
Hatin', fakin', schemin' on mine
And on the down low talkin' shit

Best move 'cause I refuse to lose
No matter which damn road I choose
So lay low 'cause you might be bruised
Top story on the evening news

I ain't for games so if you wanna play 'em lay low
Lay down on the floor
I'm in a rage so if we gotta do this let me know
That's what I came fo'

Where that nigga who be talkin' shit?
He don't come around no more because I fucked his bitch
I made her suck my dick, while I was squeezin' the tits
Then I hit it from the back, gripped tight on them hips

Tried to make me cum but I was tryin' to take her home
Dropped you off and seen you fishin' on your raggedy Brougham
Coulda thumped you and the dog
And don't sag too hard, you show everybody your thong

Booyaka booyaka, we bring it straight to ya
From 22's to Luger's the shit that shoot through ya
Who you motherfuckers think the Top Dogg bang with?
The same click he came with and made the game flip

Now niggaz grow they hair, hope they stayin' act hard
That's even tho' yo' C.E.O. talk shit get slapped hard
The backyard is where we get our scrap on
The black car drive by then you get capped on

Whassup pimpin'? It's P and Snoop
With Dre on the beat, this ain't nuttin' but loot
They call me Jed Clampett for all the bread I got
But they call me Bill Clinton for all the head I got

I keeps it real ah, 'cause I'm all about my Scrilla
The ladies love me 'cause I'm a million dolla hitta
It's, No Limit til I D I E
CP3 or Richmond, Cali's where I be

For the nigga who be talkin' loud and holdin' his dick
Talkin' shit, he better lay low
For the bitch that said I shot some shit up out of my dick
Now she's sick, she better lay low

For the niggaz who be claimin' my hood
And really ain't from my gang, better lay low
I hope he don't be thinkin' I'm just talkin'
And I won't do a thing, really hope so

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Furious - Lyrics - Ja Rule

Title: Furious
Artist: Ja Rule
Composer(s): Irving Lorenzo, Jeffrey Atkins, Richard Wilson, Otha Miller

Lyric:
Yo
Rule nigga
Ja Rule, O1

Yeah, it's our world, please believe
Niggas ain't real, please believe
It's murda, please believe
I N C niggas what's fucking with me?

R U L E love me or hate me baby, refer to 3:36 baby
That's the rule please niggas don't get it confused
See this game that we playing, y'all playing to lose
Who's next that wanna ride
(Who?)

Spitting, how I do niggas knowin' they wanna ride
(Who? Who? Who?)
Rule baby, I've been really outta control lately
If you relating let me hear ya say yea-yaay yea-yaay
Y'all feeling my pain? I've been running wild time and again

Y'all swerve in my lane, I'll pull up and start popping ya brain
Fuck knowin' these broads names, extravagant champagne
Y'all niggas is lame, my niggas ain't sane
Who you fuckin' with?

Y'all niggas wanna dead
(Who?)
Then wanna ride
(Who?)
Y'all know the niggas who steady screaming
(Fuck you)
It's murda, murda, you know it's murda, murda
We scream it, we yell it, we living murda, murda, murda

Y'all ain't feelin'
(Who?)
Y'all don't like
(Who?)
Y'all know the niggas that be steady screaming
(Fuck you)
It's murda, murda, you know it's murda, murda
We live it, we breathe it, we screaming murda, murda, murda

Murder Inc is my blood
We go through the pain together by any means
Popping it hot at whoever or so it seems
Niggas that getting hot not this hot nigga very hot

See it in your eyes niggas ready to die
But as long as I'm alive I'm putting this on my life
For niggas that ain't right they get it upon sight
If ya know me then you know we pop away

Cock and pop again baby, men will be men
I spit off 10 fuck it give 'em the 16
Like my guns dirty and hands clean
Loose bitches in tight jeans

Old money and crack fiends was a fetish
Before Guliani got into office and deaded shit
Fuck it I'm living my life on the edge
Got one in the head plus a nigga's fed 'nuff said
I'm gonna behead niggas that don't believe this, Rule baby, 3:36

Y'all niggas wanna dead
(Who?)
Then wanna ride
(Who?)
Y'all know the niggas who steady screaming
(Fuck you)
It's murda, murda, you know it's murda, murda
We scream it, we yell it, we living murda, murda, murda

Y'all ain't feelin'
(Who?)
Y'all don't like
(Who?)
Y'all know the niggas that be steady screaming
(Fuck you)
It's murda, murda, you know it's murda, murda
We live it, we breathe it, we screaming murda, murda, murda

We are the world's most dangerous niggas alive
All of my niggas bang with us and let's ride
Muthafuckas will war but not many survive
'Cuz 50 shots tearing through the side of ya ride

'Cuz we are
(Murderers)
Muthafucka you heard player
(Murderers)
Popping collars in air

Popping shots through ya rearview
Bullets, they tear through
Got niggas wondering like "What the fuck did I do?"

So niggas wanna go and get they man 'cuz they can't do this shit
Because they ain't got no heart for this, bust a gun and body shit
Niggas like you probably snitch, do a nigga then get rich
Niggas like you always fit 6 feet deep inside a ditch

There ain't nothing fucking with this ya know why?
Nigga I just came into the game ready to die
Ready to hold heat, drive by with Rule
Popping shots through the sun roof screaming, "Fuck you"

Y'all niggas wanna dead
(Who?)
Then wanna ride
(Who?)
Y'all know the niggas who steady screaming
(Fuck you)
It's murda, murda, you know it's murda, murda
We scream it, we yell it, we living murda, murda, murda

Y'all ain't feelin'
(Who?)
Y'all don't like
(Who?)
Y'all know the niggas that be steady screaming
(Fuck you)
It's murda, murda, you know it's murda, murda
We live it, we breathe it, we screaming murda, murda, murda

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Fuck You ( Lab Rat Remix ) - Lyrics - Eminem

Title: Fuck You ( Lab Rat Remix )
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Devon Copeland, Brian Anthony Bailey, . Snoop Doggy Dogg, Andre Young

Lyric:
Yo
Yo, uh
Rule nigga
Ja Rule 01
(01)
Uh

Yeah, it's our world, please believe
Niggas ain't real, please believe
It's murda, please believe
I N C niggas what's fuckin' with me?

R U L E love me or hate me baby
Refer to 3:36 baby
That's the rule, please niggas don't get it confused
See this game that we playin', y'all playin' to lose

Who's next that wanna ride
(Who?)
Spittin', how I do niggas?
(Who? Who?)
Knowin' they wanna ride
(Who?)
Rule baby, I've been really outta control lately

If you relatin' let me hear ya say, yay-yaay, yay-yaay
Y'all feelin' my pain? I've been runnin' wild time and again
Y'all swerve in my lane
I'll pull up and start poppin' ya brain

Fuck knowin' these broads names
It's [unverified] the champagne
Y'all niggas is lame, my niggas ain't sane
Who you fuckin' with?

Y'all niggas wanna dead
(Who?)
Then wanna ride
(Who?)
Y'all know the niggas that be steady screamin'
(Fuck you)

It's murda murda, you know it's murda murda
We scream it, we yell it, we livin' murda murda murda

Y'all ain't feelin'
(Who?)
Y'all don't like
(Who?)
Y'all know the niggas that be steady screamin'
(Fuck you)

It's murda murda, you know it's murda murda
We live it, we breathe it, we screamin' murda murda murda

Murder INC is my blood
We go through the pain together by any means
Poppin' it hot at whoever or so it seems
Niggas that getting hot, not this hot nigga very hot

See it in your eyes, niggas ready to die
But as long as I'm alive, I'm puttin' this on my life
For niggas that ain't right, they get it upon sight
If ya know me then you'll no way pop away

Cock and pop again, baby, men will be men
I spit off 10, fuck it give 'em the 16
Like my guns dirty and hands clean
Loose bitches in tight jeans

Old money and crack fiends was a fetish
Before Guliani got into office and deaded shit
Fuck it, I'm livin' my life on the edge
Got one in the head plus a niggas fed 'nuff said

?I'm gonna behead niggas that don't believe this
Rule baby, 3:36?

Y'all niggas wanna dead
(Who?)
Then wanna ride
(Who?)
Y'all know the niggas that be steady screamin'
(Fuck you)

It's murda murda, you know it's murda murda
We scream it, we yell it, we livin' murda murda murda

Y'all ain't feelin'
(Who?)
Y'all don't like
(Who?)
Y'all know the niggas that be steady screamin'
(Fuck you)

It's murda murda, you know it's murda murda
We live it, we breathe it, we screamin' murda murda murda

We are the world's most dangerous, niggas alive
All of my niggas bang with us and let's ride
Muthafuckas will ball but not many survive
'Cause 50 shots, tearin' through the side of ya ride
'Cause we are
(Murderers)

Muthafucka you heard, playa
(Murderers)
Poppin' collars in air
Poppin' shots through ya rear view
Bullets, they tear through
Got niggas wonderin' like, "What the fuck did I do?"

So niggas wanna go and get they man cause they can't do this shit
Because they ain't got no heart for this, bust a gun and body shit
Niggas like you probably snitch.. do a nigga then get rich
Niggas like you always fit, 6 feet deep inside a ditch

There ain't nothin' fuckin' with this, ya know why?
Nigga I just came into the game, "Ready to Die"
Ready to hold heat, drive-by with Rule
Poppin shots through the sun roof screamin' "Fuck You!"

Y'all ain't feelin'
(Who?)
Y'all don't like
(Who?)
Y'all know the niggas that be steady screamin'
(Fuck you)

It's murda murda, you know it's murda murda
We scream it, we yell it, we livin' murda murda murda

Y'all ain't feelin'
(Who?)
Y'all don't like
(Who?)
Y'all know the niggas that be steady screamin'
(Fuck you)

It's murda murda, you know it's murda murda
We live it, we breathe it, we screamin' murda murda murda

Y'all ain't feelin'
(Who?)
Y'all don't like
(Who?)
Y'all know the niggas that be steady screamin'
(Fuck you)

It's murda murda., you know it's murda murda
We scream it, we yell it, we livin' murda murda murda

Y'all ain't feelin'
(Who?)
Y'all don't like
(Who?)

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Murder - Forever Tru - Lyrics - C

Title: Murder - Forever Tru
Artist: C
Composer(s): Christopher Wallace, Osten Harvey, Christopher Martin, Tyrone Taylor, Fredro Scruggs, Kirk Jones, C Miller, Keith Elam

Lyric:
Though we come to cash this check
A check will give us a fund demands
A riches of freedom and the security of justice

Forever TRU, 'til I'm dead (Do you still love me?)
This be the TRUest shit I ever said
I'm forever TRU, 'til I'm dead (Do you still love me?)
This be the TRUest shit I ever said
Forever TRU, 'til I'm dead (Do you still love me?)
This be the TRUest shit I ever said
I'm forever TRU, 'til I'm dead (Do you still love me?)
This be the TRUest shit I ever said

Me and my nigga knew we ride, and vibe
And smoke weed, and get high and talk about my niggas that died
No Limit Records opened doors for niggas
But they rebelled, turned Bendict
Don't make me get up in your shit, bitch
And let me tell you something you alredy know
Fucking with me, is like fucking with the whole yole'
I'm still depressed about my nigga Mac
I let him roll with some bitch ass niggas, but I'ma handle that
And to much drama for my baby momma
Them niggas tapping my phone, they wouldn't safe at home
I need a ride or die, stand by my side, from the projects
My baby boo be the realest chick I ever met
I let that Cash Money shit slide but it's cool
But next time I'ma have to act a fool
I keep it street, and them real niggas love it
Forever TRU til I'm dead, cause I'ma die thuggin', ya heard me?

Forever TRU, 'til I'm dead (Do you still love me?)
This be the TRUest shit I ever said
I'm forever TRU, 'til I'm dead (Do you still love me?)
This be the TRUest shit I ever said

Be runnin' outta clubs, as nigga be rasing flags
You only get nine lives I murder that ass
It's the world's most dangerous crew, TRU Records
My crew stay behind bars, we ghetto superstars
Been droppin' bars in studios, and finger fuck pretty hoes
And got a pad in every ghetto
Niggas wanna be a pimp, that's a lie
The tank dumpin' niggas like Kemp, then they die
It's on now nigga, I'm ready
You see my face up in your dreams like Freddy
So bow down, all you motherfuckers leaving my crew
Bow down to a TRU nigga greater than you

Forever TRU, 'til I'm dead (Do you still love me?)
This be the TRUest shit I ever said
I'm forever TRU, 'til I'm dead (Do you still love me?)
This be the TRUest shit I ever said

Forever TRU baby, you know what that means?
I'm with this shit 'til I'm dead, you dig?
No Limit, TRU, forever
Do you still love me?

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F*** You - Lyrics - Ja Rule

Title: F*** You
Artist: Ja Rule
Composer(s): T Crocker, Irving Lorenzo, Jeffrey Atkins, Richard Wilson, Otha Miller

Lyric:
Yo
Rule nigga
Ja Rule, 01

Yeah, it's our world, please believe
Niggas ain't real, please believe
It's murda, please believe
INC, niggas what's fuckin' with me?
RULE, love me or hate me, baby
Refer to 3:36, baby
That's the rule, please niggas, don't get it confused
See this game that we playin', y'all playin' to lose

Who's next that wanna ride
Spittin', how I do niggas, knowin' they wanna ride
Rule baby, I've been really outta control lately
If you relatin' let me hear ya say, "Yeah yeah, yeah yeah"
Y'all feelin' my pain? I've been runnin' wild time and again
Y'all swerve in my lane, I'll pull up and start poppin' ya brain
Fuck knowin' these broads names
It's extravagance the champagne
Y'all niggas is lame, my niggas ain't sane
Who you fuckin' with?

Y'all niggas wanna dead
Then wanna ride
Y'all know the niggas who steady screamin'
Fuck you!

It's murda murda
You know it's murda murda
We scream it, we yell it
We livin' murda murda murda

Y'all ain't feelin'
Y'all don't like
Y'all know the niggas who steady screamin'
Fuck you!

It's murda murda
You know it's murda murda
We live it, we breathe it
We screamin' murda murda murda

Murder INC. is my blood
We go through the pain together by any means
We poppin' it hot at whoever or so it seems
Niggas that getting hot, not this hot, nigga, very hot
See it in your eyes, niggas ready to die
But as long as I'm alive, I'm puttin' this on my life
For niggas that ain't right, they get it upon sight
If ya know me then you'll no way, pop away
Cock and pop again, baby, men will be men

I spit off 10, fuck it give 'em the 16
Like my guns dirty and hands clean
Loose bitches in tight jeans
Old money and crack fiends, was a fetish
Before Guliani got into office and deaded shit
Fuck it, I'm livin' my life on the edge
Got one in the head, plus a niggas Fed 'nuff said
I'm gonna behead niggas that don't believe this
Rule baby 3:36

Y'all niggas wanna dead
Then wanna ride
Y'all know the niggas who steady screamin'
Fuck you!

It's murda murda
You know it's murda murda
We scream it, we yell it
We livin' murda murda murda

Y'all ain't feelin'
Y'all don't like
Y'all know the niggas who steady screamin'
Fuck you!

It's murda murda
You know it's murda murda
We live it, we breathe it
We screamin' murda murda murda

We are the world's most dangerous, niggas alive
All of my niggas bang with us and let's ride
Muthafuckas will ball but not many survive
'Cause 50 shots tearin' through the side of ya ride
'Cause we are murderers
Muthafucka you heard, playa, murderers
Poppin' collars in air
Poppin' shots through ya rearview
Bullets, they tear through
Got niggas wonderin' like, "What the fuck did I do?"

So niggas wanna go and get they man 'cause they can't do this shit
Because they ain't got no heart for this bust a gun and body shit
Niggas like you probably snitch, do a nigga then get rich
Niggas like you always fit, 6 feet deep inside a ditch
There ain't nothin' fuckin' with this, ya know why?
Nigga, I just came into the game, ready to die
Ready to hold heat, drive-by with Rule
Poppin' shots through the sun roof screamin', "Fuck You!"

Y'all niggas wanna dead
Then wanna ride
Y'all know the niggas who steady screamin'
Fuck you!

It's murda murda
You know it's murda murda
We scream it, we yell it
We livin' murda murda murda

Y'all ain't feelin'
Y'all don't like
Y'all know the niggas who steady screamin'
Fuck you!

It's murda murda
You know it's murda murda
We live it, we breathe it
We screamin' murda murda murda

Y'all niggas wanna dead
Then wanna ride
Y'all know the niggas who steady screamin'
Fuck you!

It's murda murda
You know it's murda murda
We scream it, we yell it
We livin' murda murda murda

Y'all ain't feelin'
Y'all don't like
Y'all know the niggas who steady screamin'
Fuck you!

It's murda murda
You know it's murda murda
We live it, we breathe it
We screamin' murda murda murda

Murda is a miss

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