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Ja Rule Lyrics

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Furious Lyrics

(feat. O1, Vita)

 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 fucking 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 yea-yaay yea-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

 Fuck knowin' these broads names, extravengant champagne

 Y'all niggas is lame, my niggas ain't sane 

 Who you fuckin' with?

 

 [Chorus: Ja Rule, O1, Vita] 

 Ya'll niggas wanna dead (who) 

 Then wanna ride (who?)

 Ya'll know the niggas who steady screaming (fuck 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 (fuck 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 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 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

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [O1] 

 We are the world's most dangerous niggas alive

 All of my niggas bang with us and let's ride

 Muthafuckas will war but not many survive

 Cuz 50 shots tearing through the side of ya ride

 Cuz we are (murderers)

 Muthafucka you heard player (murderers)

 Popping collars in air

 Popping shots through ya rearview

 Bullets, they tear through

 Got niggas wondering like "What the fuck did I do?"

 So niggas wanna go and get they man cuz 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 nothing fucking 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 "fuck you"

 

 [Chorus]
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