Ja Rule - Die Lyrics

Writer(s) : CROCKER/GILL/ATKINS/FYFFE
Artist: Ja Rule Lyrics
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Album: Track 7 on Rule 3:36
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Money ain't never been nothing,
I hit the block if this **** get ugly
And it ain't never been in my heart
To let *****s thug me hit the dealer and cop a drop
If the eyes is buggy and pull up in front of the spot
Cause the mommies love me it's gangsta yeah
And ain't no ***** gone match me stocky chubby *****
Voice real raspy I see you real flashy
But that ain't gone last ***** pop fire off shots
And that's your *** ***** it's war now that's why I keep the four
With long nozzle 600 bad ***** on it holding down the throttle
And **** that beef **** cause some beef won't die
And some *****s will say they gangsta
But they won't rise so why it's hard for you to decide
I'll let it fly 40 shots hit your ride up hit the tropics
And hide up under palm trees to white sand
Everything is a price man you snipe when bullets are piping hot
When it's your flesh it begin warming you now die ************ die!
Cause I'm tired of warning you!

Yeah we hear now-Die ************-don't get scared now
Die-************ Black Child I'm off parole it's Murder now
In a hood near you about to burn it down
Word to God it feels like I'm from every hood
Cause when you ghetto your ghetto with gats you good sell cracks
If you could bust your gat when you should it's for my blacks
From the bricks back to Inglewood we eat together *****
**** the crossroads in this world my flow is another lost soul
My **** sounds like shots from a 4 pound for these ***** clowns
It's war now it's all about paper that's my issue **** peace
You can have a piece of the pistol.

[Chorus: x2]
Everybody gone die but nobody want dead (Die ************ die)
It's your life
Everybody wanna live but they wanna live scared (Die ************ Die)
That's your life

*****s know the truth Rule raises the roof
Cause I pop more shots than Abdul Rauf
And when the concludes I bring closure to the suit
Come through squeeze 8 out the stolen black pinto
*****s know my mental kill or be killed head for the hills
But don't never slide down it if you to high ground it (puff, puff) uh!
Is how it sounded 2 shots thru and silent
And 1 ***** stripped of his talent
New ****ing Yiddy City the sex and violence
Where first time offenders get floated to the island
And one time give a ***** one time breathe wrong and a ***** have a blown mind
I blow lines like an addict bust guns erratic shine
Blind like carats rules above average me
And this music make a marriage so I thee wed till I'm either jailed or dead ************s!
Feel me *****s!


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