FEAT. VITA AND O1 Yo Rule nigga Ja Rule, O1 (Ja Rule:) Yeah It's our world Please believe Niggas ain't real Please believe It's murda Please believe I-N-C niggas What's f***ing 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 (who) How I do niggas (who?) Knowin' they wanna ride (Who?) Rule baby I've been really Outta control lately If you relating let me Hear ya say Yeah, yaay, yeah, 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 F*** knowin' these broads names Extravengant champagne Y'all niggas is lame My niggas ain't sane Who you f***in' with?
CHORUS: (Ja Rule, O1 and Vita:) Ya'll niggas wanna dead (Who?) Then wanna ride (Who?) Ya'll know the niggas who Steady screaming (F*** you) It's murda murda You know it's murda murda We scream it, we yell it We living murda murda murda Ya'll ain't feelin' (Who?) Ya'll don't like (Who?) Ya'll know the niggas that Be steady screaming (F*** you) It's murda murda You know it's murda murda We live it, we breathe it We screaming Murda murda murda
(Ja Rule:) 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 f*** it Give 'em the 16 Like my guns Dirty and hands clean Loose b****es in tight jeans Old money and crack fiends Was a fetish Before Guliani got into office And deaded shit F*** 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
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(O1:) We are the world's most Dangerous niggas alive All of my niggas Bang with us and let's ride Muthaf***as will war But not many survive 'Cause 50 shots tearing Through the side of ya ride 'Cause we are (murderers) Muthaf***a you heard player (Murderers) Popping collars in air Popping shots Through ya rearview Bullets, they tear through Got niggas wondering like "What the f*** did I do?" So niggas wanna go and Get they man 'cause They can't do this sh*t Because they ain't got No heart for this Bust a gun and body sh*t 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 f***ing 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 "F*** you"
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