Ja Rule

Where my b****es dat would freak wit me (cum' on let's Ride)
How many my n****z dat would row wit me (cum' on let's Ride)
where my b****es dat would lie for me (cum' on let's Ride)
How many n****z dat would die for me, die for me, die for me

Where the f*** my thugs at ready or not n**** ain't no Turnin Back
Where the f*** my hoes at who I pimp hard when they want to get to a tap
But you know you can do dat that luv I'm just hear to f*** you know dat luv
Want you want baby roll it or what while you think about

Twist me a douche you holdin me up how many b****es want to ride wit me
Or come through wit the top down like
where my b****es at hop in make it fast don't slow me down
Where the f*** my killers at end of the light

weight now pop a gun wit them now
Where the f*** them clowns at kickin the dough for the p**** by the hour
where the them hoers at get your dough mama
I'm ride till the end of the baby this life gonna drive me crazy

Been getting high lately wonderin where the lord gonna take me
Where the f*** my gangsters at coo never sweat under the gun
Where the f*** my Mistress at at c*** back ready to pop something
Since you n****z all about frontin let's how and when you want

Ya don't want my thugs to get up on it
leave it alone 'cause we bought our liquor, now

[Chorus: x2]

B**** n****z better smarten up
before I bring out the toast and touch you up
F***in wit Ja you know you got a lot of luck
but nowadays you ain't gettin out as much

what the f*** iz up baby boy you scared or what
I Swiss nothin but the hot s***
So I hear you want to pop s*** you don't know who you
F***in wit let me show how lifes a B****

I went through drug money hustlin every day to get a taste
Through gun or blood money Killin n****z back then for a small face
Got in the hot money wish yourz was mine in every case
now it's cream money spelt the raw and if more get chased

holla out my n****z be the word of mouth
My b****es bang head like the dirty south n**** bounce
row my n****z ride my b****es if you ain't heard n**** ride out wit us
Where the f*** all my murderers hit up wit the heat n**** just because
got the whole world wonderin what the motive was, let's ride


(The Lord is callin' me) recently but ain't got time to speak
(Lord what you want from me) hope it ain't my time for the glen to reap
(N****z be Killin' me) turn around look them mud eye gun 'em down
(That's how I hit 'em and) cool 'em off what the f*** is you hollin' bout

N****z be run-in wild) paid to strip what ever happened to the sun hit
(Will never calm down) deal wit a lot of n****z get killed for this
(Especially my n****z) rest in peace to my dogs wit love 'til death
(For When I die n****z)never to hell I've been down wit some of the best yeah n****

[Repeat Chorus]

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