{Ja Rule}
Yo

{01}
Yooo.. uh

{Ja Rule}
Rule nigga
Ja Rule.. 01

{01}
Uh

{Ja Rule} {01}
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.. (who?)
Spittin.. (who?).. how I do niggas.. (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
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.. it's { } the champagne
Ya'll niggas is lame.. my niggas ain't sane..
Who you fuckin' with?

{Ja Rule} {01}
Ya'll niggas wanna dead.. (who?)..
Then wanna ride.. (who?)
Ya'll know the niggas that be steady screamin'.. (Fuck you!)

{Vita}
It's murda murda.. you know it's murda murda
We scream it.. we yell it.. we livin' murda murda murda

{Ja Rule} {01}
Ya'll ain't feelin.. (who?)
Ya'll don't like.. (who?)
Ya'll know the niggas that be steady screamin'.. (Fuck you!)

{Vita}
It's murda murda.. you know it's murda murda
We live it.. we breathe it.. we screamin' murda murda murda

{Ja Rule}
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

{Ja Rule} {01}
Ya'll niggas wanna dead.. (who?)
Then wanna ride.. (who?)
Ya'll know the niggas that be steady screamin'.. (Fuck you!)

{Vita}
It's murda murda.. you know it's murda murda
We scream it.. we yell it.. we livin' murda murda murda

{Ja Rule} {01}
Ya'll ain't feelin.. (who?)
Ya'll don't like.. (who?)
Ya'll know the niggas that be steady screamin'.. (Fuck you!)

{Vita}
It's murda murda.. you know it's murda murda
We live it.. we breathe it.. we screamin' murda murda murda

{01} {Ja Rule}
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!"

{Ja Rule} {01}
Ya'll niggas wanna dead.. (who?)
Then wanna ride.. (who?)
Ya'll know the niggas that be steady screamin'.. (Fuck you!)

{Vita}
It's murda murda.. you know it's murda murda
We scream it.. we yell it.. we livin' murda murda murda

{Ja Rule} {01}
Ya'll ain't feelin.. (who?)
Ya'll don't like.. (who?)
Ya'll know the niggas that be steady screamin'.. (Fuck you!)

{Vita}
It's murda murda.. you know it's murda murda
We live it.. we breathe it.. we screamin' murda murda murda

{Ja Rule} (01)
Ya'll niggas wanna dead.. (who?)..
Then wanna ride.. (who?)
Ya'll know the niggas that be steady screamin'.. (Fuck you!)

{Vita}
It's murda murda.. you know it's murda murda
We scream it.. we yell it.. we livin' murda murda murda

{Ja Rule} {01}
Ya'll ain't feelin.. (who?)
Ya'll don't like.. (who?)
Ya'll know the niggas that be steady screamin'.. (Fuck you!)

{Vita}
It's murda murda.. you know it's murda murda
We live it.. we breathe it.. we screamin' murda murda murdaLil Cease]
Nine shots greet ya, greet ya
Hang with Little Ceaser
But don't sling pizza, pizza
The gat carryin'
Rap barbarian
'96 Blake Carrington
I brings the most dangerous diseases
Trife please mc's of all types
Homosexuals dice intellectuals
Like my flow, my charm
Wifey on the arm and stay fuckin other bitches
Style never switches
Inhale, exhale
Bail Neno Brown out for shooting up a townhouse
And him **sted** kids fled
Rumors was dead
No beef with no cliques
Niggas don't want shit
Trife impresses
Lex's, GsSs
Chicks in iceberg dresses
Who the bestest
M.A.F.I.A.
But faggot niggas wanna spoil it
Stop me from having marvel forces,
Den gold Taurus
I force it down your throat like sodomy
Mama proud of me
Cuz I stopped killing niggas for free

Lil Kim:
Uh, Uh, The Anne Klein
Sporting coke
Snorting niggas lovely
I keep my pussy fresh like Dudley
Watch this show as my flow bubble over
Like Mo's and Cristal's
Ain't here to bust a pistal
Sippin hard on Cristal
Dreaming counts, large amounts
Cuz Frank don't play with lai money
Get high money
Ready to die ****
No if, ands, or maybes
I'm not your average lady
Put that on my 380
Me and my bitch catch flights to Texas
Niggas call us Crystal and Alexus
Bump into some hoes that be in Huston busting
Trunk full of Donna Karen in the rental LeBaron
Uh, who us, we just swerving
In the dark blue Suburban
Drinking Burbon
With Heinekens for the chaser
Police'll never chase us
We too fly for that
Process the fingerprinted
We too **** for that
I be, flirtin for certain
Wearing short skirts and
But ain't no **** certain
See, that's the difference between me and other bitches
They fuck to get they riches
I fuck to bust a nut
Lil Kim not a slut
I gotta reputation to look out for
Plus my boss is a outlaw

Biggie:
Uh, these mothafuckas think they tough guys
Mothafuckas better hold hands stepping on ***
Foggot ass mothafuckas
Really ain' t no true players

Larceny:
Death comes the **** that oppose the clique
Dick-riders get off the dick
Cuz Larceny got guns for yall
And if I get bagged my lawyers got tons of ones for yall
Catching cases, niggas pull they macs out
Niggas getting mad cuz I dug they backs out
Then I blacks out
Start shooting kids, cribs suspicious
Making my escape jumping bridges
Malicious, sometimes the danger taste delicious
Rule number three don't take love from no bitches
You know what makes me much stronger than you
I can take pain much longer than you
So what you gonna do when I run up in that ass, creep
How you wanna spit a ***grease***Fuck you
I gots to lyrically buck you
You and your shit they both suck too
Fuck you
I take a shit on your whole crew
I eat you like spaghetti and spit in your face boo
Your shit is gay, so fuck you all day

[Erick Sermon]
Yeah that's right motherfucker, eat a dick up
until you hiccup, coming straight from the E Double
Going out to all you sad ass motherfuckersWhat about those super-cute, line-dancing,
no girlfriend-having, zero-talented puppets pushed by almighty record companies who don't support creativity in the first place and have no task in good music whatsoever - goddamn, you folks just copy songs that were hits 20 years ago - that's ridiculous, man - take a fucking chance will ya? When I listen to this goddamn music I - it just makes me fucking mad - I can't take this shit anymore - you motherfuckers make me sick - FUCK YOU - there's a question: All you DJs out there: Why don't you show some guts and play the stuff that really rocks - what about all these bitches in all these videos, you know I'm saying - it's the same bullshit over and over - go ahead - choke your chicken, spank your monkey, FUCK YOU, if you really need it - you motherfuckers make me sick.
FUCK YOU[Chorus: *Scratching*]
Pain In Da Ass "Fuck You" 3x
Styles "I don't give a fuck" 3x
Styles "I don't give a fuck who you are"
Pain In The Ass " Fuck You"
Nas "Niggaz is this and that"
Big Pun "I'm even, even better than before"
Styles "I don't give a fuck who you are"
Pain In Da Ass "Fuck you"
Nas "Niggaz is this and that, I'm just, I'm just, I'm just the best"
Styles "I don't give a fuck who you are"
Pain In Da Ass "Fuck you"
Nas "Niggaz is this and that"
Big Pun "I'm even, even better than before"
Styles "I don't give a fuck who you are"
Nas "Niggaz is this and that, I'm just, I'm just, I'm just the best"

[Verse]
Either I'm trippin' off the ecstasy
Or I could feel the world turnin'
I'm havin' flashbacks, I can feel the shells burnin'
Comin' up, I was taught never back down
That's why I act the way I act now, hold the mac down
32 shots, squeeze til there ain't a shell left
Come with my gun smokin', you can smell death
They get the first laugh, I get the last laugh homie
Hit the gas on it, pull up and mash on 'em
There's a lot of talk in the streets about me
Niggaz know, ain't nothing sweet about me
Get back to questions, like "50, who shot ya?...
You think it was Preme, Freeze or Tah, Tah?"
Nigga, street shit should stay in the street
So, keep it on the low
But everybody who's somebody already know
A few words for any nigga that get hit the fuck up
My advice if you get shot down, is get the fuck up
LET'S GO

Chorus (Different Variations)

[Verse]
Maaaaaaaaan
I told niggaz not to fuck with me they still push me
Figured they'd get away with it cause Tone and Poke pussy
I been gone through static, shot at with automatics
Since 90, when Nas came out with "Illmatic"
If Suge was home, Death Row would be good for me
Cause Tommy Matola ain't shootin out in the hood wit me
I've been shot 9 times my nigga that's why I walk funny
Hit in the jaw once, why I talk funny
With a Ruger on my hip, I walk the street with no care
Think my grandma's prayers the only reason I'm here
My wrist icy, keep my ears icy, keep my neck icy
That's why you bitch like me, so I'm a heavyweight
How dare these niggaz take me lightly?
I ain't come to makef riends and niggaz aint gotta like me
My own homie said "50, you done lost yo' mind"
Cause I shootout in broad day, run and toss my nine

Chorus [Different Variations]

[Verse]
Can't find a nigga in the hood, that say "50 ain't hot"
When I drop, I'm sound like Eminem and Kid Rock
Play the block, with the watch all rocked the fuck up
Jukes me, A week later y'all be shot the fuck up
Born a healthy baby, I wasn't always crazy
This aint how moma rasied me, this how the hood made me
The D's call me by my government name
I be dumb and shoot up parks
Have niggaz runnin' like "Jesus Comin'"
There's wet pillows in prison, niggaz cry in the dark
Cause if they did in the day, niggaz would question they heart
So when they come home, the come home
Walking that tough walk, talking that "Rockavalede"
Talk'll get you shot in New York - BBBBLLLLATTTTT
Sex, money, murder, I gotta eat
But I aint tryin do +Hard Time+ like +Pistol P+
See, niggaz uptown understand me in the street
You niggaz uptown'll "Stan" me in the street
Ha-ha

Chorus [Different Variations]I'm never coming back
i'm never giving in
i'll never be the shine in your spit
i disconnect the act
i disconnect the dots
i disconnect the me in me
and you're mistaken it's you that's faking
living and breathing and dying too
this message is for anyone who dares to hear a fool
you can't bring me back you can't bring me back
cause i gave it all back to you
thru sacred alleys, the living wrecks
wreak their havoc upon this world
the disenchanted, the romantics,
the body and face and soul of you is gone down that deep black hole
destroy the mind-destroy the body-but you cannot destroy the heart
and you, you make me so i need to disconnect
and you make it so real
i don't need your love to disconnect
to runaround kids in get-go cars
with vaseline afterbirths and neon coughs
galaxies full of nobodies
giving us the farewell runarounds
i took a virgin mary axe to his sweet baby jane,
lost my innocence to a no good girl, scratch my face with anvil hands,
and coil my tongue around a bumblebee mouth
and i give it all back to you
no way, i don't need it, i don't need your love to disconnect
and you make it, so real, i don't need your love to disconnect
no way to disconnect
and you make it so real
i don't need your love to disconnect
no way to disconnectLet me find another job
It doesn't pay me enough money at all
I want a better one
I'm going to tell you this:

Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you

Take this job and shove it
I'm not working for you anymore
Stick it up your ass
Suck my damn dick, asshole!
Fuck your crummy ass, jerk!

Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you

Get your paws off me
Get the fuck away from me
Take your bullshit somewhere else
Jump into your hot rod and hit the road, asshole!

Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you
Fuck you

Diet Pepsi, uh-huhThis ain't nothin sweet
Just the beat is sweet
(True, true)
Everything I'ma say is from the flesh
(Speak the truth, God)
Feel you
(I'm feelin you)

See me
I've seen the world and try to bring you along
Maybe with a song or maybe with a bong
That helps you rap cats rhyme along
I ain't changed my style, just my style came back
I'm still a lethal weapon longer than Smith & Wesson made gats
Got raps that are toxic
Like pilots high off meth in cockpits
I pop shit so you understand just what you gettin with
What you standin there for like you a narc in the dark?
While your bitch is swimmin upstream to the stage like they were caught
And in cars parked thumpin while my beat is humpin her
Dented her face up, my ice medaillon was in her face while I was fuckin her
I'm kiddin - I freak mics and not ice
Speak a language more foreign than dick to born dikes
Been above the clouds more times than you cats been off your block
Keep faces dented like cars in L.A. that are rented
I meant 99% of things I usually said
Pete Nice always says I'm nice off the top of my head
I'm glad after all this time my rhymes have struck through
And if they haven't - real simple: fuck you

You don't like the way I'm spittin this?
Fuck you
You don't like the way I'm gettin this?
Then fuck you
Actin like you don't care, son
And fuck you
Throw them fingers in the air, son
Fuck you

(No games, no games)

Smooth it out a little

Bring it back

Now most of y'all can't call it if a phone was attached to it
Everyone says they're in it for the love but there's a catch to it
Adjust your watch to it, me, I'd rather not do it
You could feel what I'm spittin and still not understand
Like most underhand, and can't show a young man
How to fuck all them cows, they just want a nut
And then what - pimp strut?
You ain't shit, so if you're a man and you holdin down your fam
Or you're a chick with essentials with ten nails on your hand
And you're runnin from beast
And you love the state of hip-hop, be it north, south, west or east
And you look for Grease, Dre and my man Swizz Beatz
And you're fuckin from Serchlite, Ruff Ryder to Dilated Peeps
J5 to J-Live, Good Vibe or Slum V
Then you're down with 3P, so repeat after me

You don't like the way I'm spittin this?
Fuck you
You don't like the way I'm gettin this?
Fuck you
You act like you don't care, son?
Fuck you
And throw them fingers in the air, son
And fuck you

Searchlite
3rd Bass
Big Serch
Apollo 13
(New name)
Cause you never thought I'd come back
(Never thought that)
Biatches
Stank bitches

For the German coalition
For the European coalition
For my Asian coalition
Icelandic coalition
Ciph Africa coalition
And my fam in the US
God bless
One
One love
Shout out to Pete Nice
Steve [Name]
Stone Rivers 'bout to make it happen
Hahahaha..

Fuck your girl to this
Well ladies, fuck your man to this
Equal opportunity fuckin
Haha..
One