Ja Rule lyrics
Ja Rule lyrics
"New York lyrics"
Get Up lyrics
Mmm... La da da da da da da da da da da da La da da da da da da da da da da 6 a.m. gettin? out of bed again Can?t get back in ?cause sleep ain?t gonna pay the rent Day to day, I got you workin? like a slave Takin? credit for the work you gave and stealin? your raise, well I I know you?re down, when you gon? get up I see you down, when you gon? get up I know you?re down, when you gon? get up I see you down, when you gon? get up People try to pull the wool
(feat. Fat Joe, Jadakiss)Mmm... La da da da da da da da da da da da La da da da da da da da da da da 6 a.m. gettin? out of bed again Can?t get back in ?cause sleep ain?t gonna pay the rent Day to day, I got you workin? like a slave Takin? credit for the work you gave and stealin? your raise, well I I know you?re down, when you gon? get up I see you down, when you gon? get up I know you?re down, when you gon? get up I see you down, when you gon? get up People try to pull the wool
[Hook - Ja Rule]
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York (New York)
I got a semi-automatic that spits next time if you talk (you talk)
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York (New York)
I got a semi-automatic that spits next time if you talk (you talk)
(And I know)
[Verse 1 - Ja Rule]
Yall niggaz is pussy, poonani, (Vagina)
Your (Monologue's) getting tired, now it's time to ride
You're print distrified, you're no longer desired
So take off them silly chains, put back on your wire
I'm on fire, holly dipped in octane
Let east coast bang, let west coast bang
And Rule gonna bring the ghetto gospel
To every 'hood possible, pushin through in the sky blue
Back with the gods you now, preferably the 4 pound
Slugs flyin at the speed of sound
Tryin to catch the ears of niggaz that's runnin their mouths
I might get my Brooklyn niggaz to run in your house<
Hateful Notebook lyrics
The Words She Writes Will Change The World She'S Much Smarter Than Me Inside She Writes A Side Of Herself She Won'T Let Me See Such A Hateful Little Girl Her Little Book Is Her Whole World It'S All There In Her Little Book And I Can'T Help But Wonder But She Says I'Ll Never Understand She Says There'S No Love And Everyones Out To Get Her She Keeps Me Shut Out And I Don'T Want To Let Her Such A Hateful Little Girl Her Little Book Is Her Whole World It'S All There In H
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I don't really understand what the runnin's aboutThe Words She Writes Will Change The World She'S Much Smarter Than Me Inside She Writes A Side Of Herself She Won'T Let Me See Such A Hateful Little Girl Her Little Book Is Her Whole World It'S All There In Her Little Book And I Can'T Help But Wonder But She Says I'Ll Never Understand She Says There'S No Love And Everyones Out To Get Her She Keeps Me Shut Out And I Don'T Want To Let Her Such A Hateful Little Girl Her Little Book Is Her Whole World It'S All There In H
But we're hunters, we take pride in airin our prey out
Leavin 'em layed out, dead, in just a sport
'cause we ain't playin up here in New York
[Hook - Fat Joe]
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York (New York)
And you can tell the way the homie spit, That nigga, I'm from New York (New York)
I got a hundred ways to make a grip, Yes, I'm from New York (New York)
And you can tell I get real ignorant, 'cause nigga, I'm from New York (New York)
(And this is how we do)
[Verse 2 - Fat Joe]
Nigga I can see the coke in your nose
This ain't a movie, even he got his head blown on the globe
And I was just about to find god
But now that Ma$e is back, I think I'd much rather find a menage
And everybody talkin crazy how they're AK spit
But we know this investigatin, and they ain't spray shit
Not me, I'm the truth homie, got the industry shook like
"Naw nigga, Joe gonna let
Room To Breathe lyrics
1, 2, 3, 4 [ VERSE 1: Bosco Money ] Ah, once again Groove, you got the time to spend Listen up, because the end Will justify the means We choose to introduce themes On wax, before the tracks get mass-produced And to the crews who never had it and never will 7-Up got jobs to fill As we go on, movin through lines in time You find one musical mastermind And that's you, and only you Knowin just what it takes That makes you ease up on the breaks Of life, roll if you got the soul Let Downtown
em loose on me"1, 2, 3, 4 [ VERSE 1: Bosco Money ] Ah, once again Groove, you got the time to spend Listen up, because the end Will justify the means We choose to introduce themes On wax, before the tracks get mass-produced And to the crews who never had it and never will 7-Up got jobs to fill As we go on, movin through lines in time You find one musical mastermind And that's you, and only you Knowin just what it takes That makes you ease up on the breaks Of life, roll if you got the soul Let Downtown
True Story, I'm bringin the T back
Even Roy Jones was forced to (Lean Back)
My nigga Dre said grind cook
Now we killin them Howard niggaz, who said I must of found Pun's rhyme book
Got bitches on top of the Phantom
And the pinky got bling, like the ring around Saturn
Cook coke, crack, niggaz fiend for that
And you already know the x is where the team be at
[Hook - Jadakiss]
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York (New York)
(Ruff Ryde), and (D-Block) and shit, Nigga fuck what you thought (you thought)
And you can't take shit for granted, because life is too short (too short)
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York
(Aha, and this is how we do)
[Verse 3 - Jadakiss]
I swear it couldn't be sweeter, Life's a bitch
Depending on how you treat her, you might get rich
It's guaranteed you gonna die, you might get missed
For maybe 2 or 3 hours, 'til they light their spliffs
And that coke will get you a long time
But when I let 'em know the dope is out, it's like America Online
Wise has awoken
And you know they say that you deserved it whenever you die with your eyes open
I still hold a title, because I'm in the hood like them little motorcycles
Stick up kids, hoppin out with them old rifles
Just doin shit for nothin, it's so spiteful
Ha I'm just like you
Word that niggaz wanna murk you is in the air
A double shot of yak and the purple is in the air
And I'm not cocky, I'm confident
So when you tell me I'm the best it's a compliment
[Hook]
[Ja Rule:] I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York (New York)
[Fat Joe:] And you can tell the way the homie spit, cause nigga I'm from new york!
[Jadakiss:] I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York
[Ja Rule:] I got a semi-automatic that spits next time if you talk..
[All Together:] (Aha!) And this is how we do!