Ja Rule Lyrics

Album: Unknown

First Degree Lyrics

(feat. The Franchise)

 [Da Franchise]

 Uh, {chuckles}

 Ey yo Chris Man, what you think these niggaz was thinking man? 

 Fuck y'all niggaz thinking, man? Ain't no Violators except us man

 Why these niggaz trying to Violate shit without us man huh?

 I told these niggaz man a piece of the pie come in the game

 We want in man, Franchise want in

 

 [Verse 1]

 I love niggaz who talk drama till the gun is stuck in they face

 Screaming for they mama, 

 left with three in the dome three in the chest and waist

 Don't let this young nigga decieve you, 

 if you want beef then tell me where to meet you

 I'll bring so much heat, one side of the earth will melt, then step off

 Bitty boppin, chain rockin, notch in my belt, 

 my niggas rock raw and stick barrel style

 Niggas mouth till they catch lock jaw, 

 I got plans to spend a million and more

 Before I hit a million and four, before death, 

 pull a gun on me squeeze one in me

 I'm trying to make sure, niggaz want none of me

 You just don't know what these streets have done to me, what's become of me

 I was raised in a world so cold it's numbened me, I'm so dirty I'm filthy

 I done scared so many niggaz, It's gonna take a scared nigga to kill me

 If it's murda, drugs, guns or related to thugz I'm guilty

 

 [Chorus- Ja Rule][ x 2]

 It's murda, we gon leave you in, nigga

 Franchise gonna fill you wit lead, nigga

 No more crying over spilled blood

 Throw yo gunz if you a real thug

 Uhh

 

 [Verse 2] 

 Yo, you see y'all sometime niggaz, boy, you gon speak to the four

 Cause you'se a sometime thug, sometime seeking the law

 I'ma seek to you it you breathe no more, when we crash the door

 It's not a game, Pesci don't laugh no more, black Tahoe

 Stashing the door, fitting beautful in it

 A nigga jinxed so there's a urinal in it, on the belt do the usual limit

 You know, double five, heading to L.I to buckle the pies

 Before I die I want you speakers to bleed my name

 Cafe, weed leaky K, franchise three of the same

 I let my niggaz hit this man, cause ain't nuttin but X's on my hitlist, man

 And I'm a buisness man in the city, don't force the kid

 I'm a gangsta once I cross the bridge and I toss yo wig

 Frontin niggaz, don't fake for me

 Cause for them cakes I'm running in yo bakery

 It's murda

 

 [Chorus- Ja Rule][ x 2]

 It's murda, we gon leave you in, nigga

 Franchise gonna fill you wit lead, nigga

 No more crying over spilled blood

 Throw yo gunz if you a real thug

 Uhh

 

 [Verse 3]

 Ey yo my niggaz stay on the job and if there's any drama involved

 We grip shotguns, maddex are the one's that revolve

 See me hoppin out a gray 5, dope in the trunk

 And enough coke to have these blocks open for months

 When I pop up, niggaz better head for the hills 

 Act up and you gon see how many heads'll get killed

 Starter for war, dog I'm holdin plenty of gunz

 Niggaz come home to find a bomb taped to they son

 Bunch of violent niggaz taking your one's 

 Went from copping a bird now we cop em by the tons, ya heard?

 I down henny till my vision is blurred

 Shit I'm only trying to live it up, get high and drunk till I hurl

 Type of nigga that'll bag up yo girl and twist her 

 I got no love for these niggaz and these bitch ass niggaz

 Hatin me cause they wish they had it like me

 I'm from Brooklyn and I'm glad to be (Brooklyn!)

 It's murda

 

 [Chorus- Ja Rule][ x 2]

 It's murda, we gon leave you in, nigga

 Franchise gonna fill you wit lead, nigga

 No more crying over spilled blood

 Throw yo gunz if you a real thug

 Uhh