[Ja Rule:] Aaaah, what Niggas don't want it, yeah Ja Rule, DMX Def Jam niggas, hah Motherfuckers better stay the fuck out of our way Understand that, knawmean? We doing this shit straight gangsta style, gotti style nigga Fuck y'all
[Ja Rule:] Uh, uh, uh Ja's the torture, the high class, toss to D Grimy and gritty, outter limits in this inner city Niggas is definately assed-out, fuckin wit me End up with a gun in your mouth, straight cheese I should bust 'em, cuz' see me killing you don't mean nothing I'll put you through a lifetime of sufferin nigga Then you'll learn that bridges ain't made to be burned Drug money is rightfully earned, well deserved Some rules just think, are fit for takes And Ja's rules make em large, that you fatefully break Unless you wanna get spanked, with the 9 fully loaded We can murder each other, meet at the Crossroads And if I die tonight, in the immortal words of Pac My niggas gonna hunt you till you drop, believe that Niggas is capable of all that, take your mom for ransom Give little kids back, that's the way we do things Never leave shells, never drop names Roll with the game as it change Ja's to blame, I'ma let this world share my pain In my demise you can put it on my grave "Here lies a lost soul of rage, seen brighter days And outta darkness done graduated, may he lay" And this I swear, here in Hell we don't play fair Cross the line, with my nine I'll be bringin you here Motherfuckers
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[DMX:] Uh, grrrrrrrrrrrr! I make moves that get me where I'm going Break fools that act like they ain't knowing how it's going Dizown, with the dizark, cuz' that's that kid Unmask that kid, look at that bastard kid That don't mind having to break shit or take shit And motherfucker, if you ain't me you ain't shit You fucking faggot You know I coulda been stuck it to you Nigga I wasn't even think about fucking with you But I bet now I know your man is thinking twice bout who to fuck with Shit is getting bad, I'm robbing niggas I grew up with And I know it's just a matter of time before I get shot Or I'ma torture this niggas little sister and make him watch Give a nigga a little room, now he's trying to house shit But I bet you get back on some mouse shit When I punch you in your mouth, bitch Aaaah, a nigga broken off quick Yelllckkk! (gagging sound), is the sound he makes chocking off dick How you feel, eating with a straw he has to suck through Fuck me? No fuck you, now I gotta touch you Fucking bitch sucking dick like a jockstrap Put them Glocks back Trying to be the first punk motherfucker that shot back Got that? didn't get? You know where you gonna be laying right? I'm telling you, ha, you know what the fuck I'm saying right? You will respect this, cuz' it gets reckless when I cut the Dun-nun-dun-nun-dun-nun-dun-nun, you be like "What the--Nooo!" But it's too late cuz' the heat-seaker done found the heat The concrete done found your meat Cuz hittin the ground still hot from steam coming off Eyes rolled back in his head, coughing up chunks of flesh Then niggas'll roll with his monstrous death, beating punks to death Ain't nothing left but the memory of what used to be your life Funeral payments, and dried up blood on my knife Y'all motherfuckers don't understand, when it's on it's on You up in the casket with some shades, cuz' your eyes is gone I know I'm wrong, that's why I did my dirt and slid But you made it happen, with that bullshit you did Now you want peace? Well take a piece of this ammunition And get your ass drug out the Hudson by some old man fishing My mission is almost complete This message will self destruct in two seconds BeeeeeeeeeeeeeeepTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
