2005 [DVD]

Yeah, yeah, ha ha yeah!
I gotta get my headphones
All my gangsta niggas is in the building on this one!
You know! Yeah yeah ya know
It's real! Hussein what's happenin' nigga?
I see you, aight Shadow what's poppin' blat!
Ha ha ha ha, yeah my nigga O-1 in the motherfucking house
Jody in the house (Jody Mack!)
My nigga Cadillac, Gotti what up?
Blackchild what up?
I'd like to welcome all my niggas
To the world famous Murda Inc. Show
Big shout to all my Queens niggas in Staten Island
Niggas in Uptown, niggas in Brooklyn niggas
All my Bronx niggas yeah, all my Jersey niggas! you know?
We doing it real big right here! all my money niggas
This shit commentated on the one's and two's!
They call me the Mighty Rule! how ya living?
This real shit we talking
I want to ask all my gangsta niggaz a real question (holla back)
What do you do - when niggaz spit at you?!

[Chorus]
Clap back, we gon' clap back
We goin' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war niggas!)
We goin' clap back, we gon' clap back
We goin' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war niggas)
We goin' clap back, we gon' clap back
We goin' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war niggas!)
We goin' clap back, we gon' clap back
We goin' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war niggas)
We goin' clap back, we gon' clap back

Fuck if they holl'in about Rule nigga, here's the real
I'll pop ya top like Champagne bottles that chill
Wear nothing but ice, smiles tinted up to The Greatest
Tell em I'm nice too, plus push them nice grooves
The Inc roll like deuce man, I'm ol' G Bobby J
And we sling at soccer fields the yay
They don't respect that, don't get your minds around
You'll get it pushed back, y'all don't want that
I send em to the morgue while keepin' my bitches bouncin' fa sho
"In Da Club" with no gun, got em taking it off
Can't help that, I'm the nigga that puts it down
Once I hit that, that's if I'm up in the May (bach)
Fasten them holding the throwback, West 44 Lakers
Let's make no mistakes, resents take place
We'll still proceed you with a gun in your face
When you got one in your waist, let's cock back nigga ample space!
(C'mon!) We gon'

[Chorus]

The Rule be "In Da Club" rude motherfucker poppin the bubbly
When shit get ugly I hug the snub closely
But usually we still see your bitches
That's is known for quick shit, trying to ride my dick
I can't handle it, lower their manners
To get they ass in front of my dick to dance, the bitch want more chance
Catching hate from a glance, but I'm a giant
These niggas is mere ants, I'll stomp 'em wit his thing
Give bitches the back hand, pimp shit, it's not realistic
The game is helpless, let's not get it twisted
I'm young, wrapped, and gifted, but still at the bottom
And stuck somewhere between Gomorrah and Saddam
I'm here to make this rap shit hotter than Harlem
Fuck the Dog beware of Rule, cause I'm the problem
We'll still proceed you with a gun in your face
When you got one in your waist, let's cock back nigga ample space!
(C'mon!) We gon'

[Chorus]

Like Bush and Saddam, I'm a find out
Where Em Laden's hiding and bomb him first
It could be much worse, I could be hotter than yo scrubs
Mask and glove, gun hot from burnin' ass up
I'd rather be bossed up, wit a bunch of broads
The preachers daughter screaming out "Fuck the law!"
I play a struck chord, wit the Christians
But y'all got the freakiest bitches out of all the religions
And God gave me his blessings to handle my business
All these wanksta snitches, let the nina blow kisses
If she some how misses, he goin' meet the mistress
And "Clap that boy" like Birdman and Clipse
I got these niggaz all over my dick, like hoes
I'm the star at these shows, I must be as hot as they come
We'll still proceed you with a gun in your face
When you got one in your waist, let's cock back nigga ample space!
(C'mon!) We gon'

[Chorus]

Yeah, my nigga 'Zino in this motherfucker
That's how we do it, know what I mean
Buck '89 what's up baby, I see you
Break 'em down nigga! break 'em down!
Bring them birds, in the motherfucking house
It's not a game no mo'
Queens in this motherfucker
You know
All my Jersey niggas, all my Boston niggas
All my Brooklyn niggas, Brooklyn sir what up!
Ha ha, yeah, holla at me man

[Chorus: Ja Rule]
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New York (New York)
I got a semi-automatic that spits next time if you talk (you talk)
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New York (New York)
I got a semi-automatic that spits next time if you talk (you talk)
(And I know)

[Verse 1: Ja Rule]
Why'all niggas is pussy, poonani, (Vagina)
Your (Monologue's) getting tired, now it's time to ride
You're print distrified, you're no longer desired
So take off them silly chains, put back on your wire
I'm on fire, holly dipped in octane
Let east coast bang, let west coast bang
And Rule gonna bring the ghetto gospel
To every hood possible, pushin' through in the sky blue
Back with the gods you now, preferably the 4 pound
Slugs flyin' at the speed of sound
Tryin' to catch the ears of niggas that's runnin' their mouths
I might get my Brooklyn niggas to run in your house
I don't really understand what the runnin's about
But we're hunters, we take pride in airin' our prey out
Leavin 'em laid out, dead, in just a sport
Cause we ain't playin' up here in New York

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Fat Joe]
Nigga I can see the coke in your nose
This ain't a movie, even he got his head blown on the globe
And I was just about to find god
But now that Ma$e is back, I think I'd much rather find a menage
And everybody talkin' crazy how they're AK spit
But we know this investigatin', and they ain't spray shit
Not me, I'm the truth homie, got the industry shook like
"Naw nigga, Joe gonna let 'em loose on me"
True Story, I'm bringin' the T back
Even Roy Jones was forced to (Lean Back)
My nigga Dre said grind cook
Now we killin' them Howard niggas, who said I must of found Pun's rhyme book
Got bitches on top of the Phantom
And the pinky got bling, like the ring around Saturn
Cook coke, crack, niggas fiend for that
And you already know the x is where the team be at

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Jadakiss]
I swear it couldn't be sweeter, Life's a bitch
Depending on how you treat her, you might get rich
It's guaranteed you gonna die, you might get missed
For maybe 2 or 3 hours, 'til they light their spliffs
And that coke will get you a long time
But when I let 'em know the dope is out, it's like America Online
Wise has awoken
And you know they say that you deserved it whenever you die with your eyes open
I still hold a title, because I'm in the hood like them little motorcycles
Stick up kids, hoppin' out with them old rifles
Just doin' shit for nothin', it's so spiteful
Ha I'm just like you
Word that niggas want to murk you is in the air
A double shot of yak and the purple is in the air
And I'm not cocky, I'm confident
So when you tell me I'm the best it's a compliment

[Chorus]

[Chorus:]
When I cry, you cry
We cry, together
Said I cry, you cry
We cry, together
Said I cry, you cry
We cry, together
Said I cry, you cry
We cry, together

[Ja Rule]
I life I love my wife
A bad time to prevail, it overwhelmed me
I'm livin in hell but livin wealthy
And know these hoes love me

Because I'm a star
I can't even cop a drink at the bar
Get me some bottles of that Remi Mar-tin
Let's get the party
Cracking right here fuck V.I.P

Now when my baby loves me
Home wit tears in her eyes
And when I get in, I hurt her more by tellin her lies
She ain't surprise at me

Just surprise at we
Been together for this long
And I can be
The one to mistreat her

Thought it last forever
'Cause if I cry, you cry
We cry together

[Chorus]

[Ja Rule]
From, what I recall we was little niggas
Cut, who gettin high, the hottest pictures
Livin, life so free
That we ain't fearin

The, ills of the world
In heat of drug dealin
You and I then made a killin
And tuck together

I this land of forbidden treasure
Love is the only evil seed that could sever
A tied this close
Not the love between us but your love for the dough

You went O.T started makin M-O-N-E-Why
All my good niggas gotta die
But shit could last forever
I wish (???) was pleasure

'Cause when you die
I cried, we cried together

[Chorus]

[Ja Rule]
Wash away your tears (my love)
You ain't gotta cry no more (my love)
I'm putting on everything out (my love)
And my pain it's my love

And I want
This world to smile for me
Don't shed a tear 'cause the nigga died happily
My momma warned me life was a muthafucka

But I ignored the warning and kept on hustlin
And every night she just looked at me
Tears in her eyes and they be saying shit like
"I don't want me baby to die"

Brought so much pain into a life
Gotta make it better
'Cause when ma cried I cried
We cried together

[Chorus]

[Lil' Mo]
Oooooohhhh
You cry, then I cry
Then we cry
When he cries

I cry together, together
When I cry, then you cry
Then we'll cry, together
Baby, 'cause when

Ja cries, Mo cries
We'll cry, together
If he cry, I'll cry
Then we'll cry, together

[Chorus: x2]
(Holla Holla)
All my niggas thats ready to get (dollas dollas)
Bitches know what can get 'em a little (hotta hotta)
Come on if you roll'n wit me (follow follow)
Its murder

Think you fuckin' wit Ja nada
What'cha want to go dolla for dolla? (holla holla)
My niggas is (hotta hotta)
Fucks plenty bitches and dug bitches for pretty niggas
You look in my eyes and tell me they style ain't ridiculous
(bitches bitches) pop the puss and bounce like (hit it hit it)
Sure if your favorite is long (get it get it) baby baby
Don't you want to leave tonight and fuck wit me
'cause we really need to be freakin' off at any cost
Its on me, if you married, then get a divorce
When I hits it, some women get twisted
Have 'em twitchin', like "damn look what the dick did"
I just want to hit it the worst way, right after a long day
And put the puss on lay-a-way, heard me?
I'm that, dirty nigga that get you hot, and heat it
Baby girl if you wanted ass, why don't you eat it?

[Chorus: x2]

Let me holla at my true thugs
If niggas want war, bust slugs
Nigga, what? I'm hotta hotta and just can't be touched
Plus anybody that fucks wit me, gonna get felt
How many want it? determines how the slugs get dealt
'cause I split em split em
Choke then niggas like roaches and then (clip em clip em)
Long as I'm alive I'ma (hit em hit em)
Respect mines to the day of my demise
Don't fuck wit me 'cause the flows (killa killa)
Whoever ever who wants it?
Its yours, now your gonna (get it get it)
(feela feela) nigga full of holes
Threat em like hoes and show no love to them homo thugs
Its us you want to fuck with
As soon as them slugs skip from body to body
Go from brave to bitch
I don't respect it plus niggas committed treason
Who want it with Ja? who ready to die breathing

[Chorus: x2]

Ja baby, one of the many many niggas who sip hennessy
Wit the two seaters, sit'n on twenties
I, I be wit runnin' in, runnin' out
Then, thou bestow hit em up, gun em down
Niggas ain't ready for Ja, anyways anyhow
I give it give it go niggas, claimin' that they live it
Real (niggas niggas) brandish then iron and flash
Like (hold this hold this) when you got nothin' to live for
Notice, niggas be hot, and more explosive
Focus, ready to rip em up wit the dope, this
My life, niggas is frontin' and stuntin' for nothin'
Better act right, fore I spark and dim your light?
I'ma hasard to niggas, a bastard
To bitches, when in doubt, go for stealth, and clap the finish
Anything movin rightfully hit for wrong doing
I'ma follow and encourage all my niggas to what?

[Chorus]