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JA RULE lyrics - R.U.L.E.

Never Thought

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[Chorus] (I never thought) That you would fall in love with this side of me first (That I'd be) Intrigued with the thought of the gift and the curse (Without ya) And now your heart broke and it's making it worse (Why Me, Why Me) WHY ME (I never thought) That you would be involved with a nigga like I (That I'd be) Scared to look passion right in it's eyes (Without ya) And when you found love it was nothing but lies (Why Me, Why Me) Why, who would've thought [Verse] What the fuck is ya hobby mami highway robbery cuz u got enough jewelry on ya body to buy a Farari i'm like Ruben i'm sorry but I dont studder matter fact call me Frank Love cuz i'd love to fuck ya she said slow baby dont rush I promise if u be patient i'll let u tear it up and nigga sho nuff we decided to keep in touch with each other u feel me I didnt know we'd be touching ?? i'm surious, and i'm so sincure my object is to stay in the clear cuz we find fuck and flee these broads round here I done made so many women shed so many tears sittin home all alone getting drunk off of shots of bathome decided to call let her feelings be known in a slurred tone, she said I always get what I want and what I want is u, but I dont get it cuz... [Chorus] Girl our, situation is getting a little out of my hands u calling me constant telling bitches that i'm ya man I thought we was just friends conversating gettin to know one another on a friendly basis lets face it we from two different worlds that dont collide but when they do the crash is more like a biz-omb your favorite seasons bigati and mines is summer u use credit I rubber band wrap my hundreds what we got in common is minimal right next to nothin and I think that's whats subliminally keepin u comin back to the one u been fuckin but never thought you'd be fuckin how often do u think about the awkwardness of it I know u love it to say the least and I aint just sayin that contrary to some beliefs opposites attract and my track record is something to be expected money cash hoes u know how it goes [Chorus] Who would have thought that something so simple would turn out to be detriminal now i'm feeling like i'm caught in the middle of this love triangle between she me and reality reality is tellin us that we could never be cuz I come from the streets and u come from a rich family but I dont think that your family would understand me it's the little things u overlook when you're around me drugs guns bitches and needless to say you're a pimp in your own way baby you're makin it hard for me to look in your eyes and tell u to move on i'm gone (i'm gone) but then i'm back again money and good pussy's a fatal attraction for men she hits me every night quarter past ten and with every call her voice got a little more intense now we involved and it really dont make no sense so be careful what u ask for u just might get it biaaaatch! [Chorus]

Bar Code

Tha Alkaholiks "X.O. Experience"
[Tash] The drunken funk'n has returned Let's take it back to the old school one time y'all, uhh Ya fuckin with me Damn right y'all fuck with us boy (Shotglass, ha! Ain't it drunk) Alkaholiks, say what (Yo Tash, smack these niggaz up!) With my Alkaholik style still comin of age Free as a bird the beer fly on stage Ain't here for no frontin just to say a lil' somethin A nigga like CaTash'll get this motherfucker pumpin I walk with a bop that make the cops shine flashlights And I ain't drunk shit, I'm still faded from last night That's right y'all, the Alkahol be spittin Comin through bitches.. [J-Ro] I drink a lot of ale, smoke a lot of L's a day Got kegs in my room and bales of hay Twenty-five roaches piled in my ashtray Some like it slow some live the fast way All the ladies know I'm wild and nas-tay I live the Rap Life like my nigga Tash say I down the whole brew, never half way I'm back and forth to the bar in the Likwid Cafe [Chorus 2X: Tha Liks] Now put yo' bottles to yo' lips When I sip, you sip, we sip - altogether now Back, and, forth - to the bar y'all Back, and, forth - to the bar y'all [Xzibit] They say one man's trash is the next man's treasure Next man pain be the other man's pleasure Whatever you wanna drink ma we bought the bar out Last cats to call out, who wan' fall out Worst case scenario walkin, I hate talkin Do the damn thing, let your dogs start barkin Embracin the bass (yeah) who keep you laced with Henessey to the face, tequila with no chaser Liks - bang kicks, kick dirt on tricks Fuckin smoked out rappers y'all fiend for hits I just - drop my shit, never stop servin Everything bump even the two-way versions I'm the West coast Julius Earving, been through the worst Survived starvin to death and dyin of thirst Come through, bring a homegirl, double the fun bitch Cause two heads is better than one, so let's go [Chorus] [Tash] So if Tash die tonight, rap music don't owe me shit I done did it all homey off blood sweat and spit (yes) Spit-zophrenic off about a half a gallon of that strong shit that make me think Bucks like Ray Allen Profilin in the beat-up ass bucket like fuck it Bitch I make this car look good Knock on wood, knock on MC's just for practice Cause y'all niggaz can't fuck with these drunken-ass tactics [J-Ro] We - stompin, rompin niggaz with the bumpin rhymes that keep the b-boys jumpin Sayin ho, ladies sayin ow Get it now front row wipe that brew from your brow Cristal and malt liquor go down the same pipe You drink with us you probably piss in the bed the same night You throwin up on your clothes no hoes fo' sho' Now you on your back pointin at the sky with your toes [Chorus] - 2X as beat fades

Young G's

P. DIDDY "No Way Out"
Intro: Biggie Uhh, check it out, uhh *singing* I steps in where the Mo's and the hoes at bay-bee! Fuck all that pretty shit Takin it back to the gutter for you motherfuckers Niggaz know the deal Niggaz know who the Don is Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one Peep game, uhh, what, what Verse One: Puff Daddy Out of this world like Mars, when I spit these bars Come fuck with these stars up in luxury cars We built them radars to stay free from the cops Crucial choices to make, like A-C or the drop Are we gonna stop Shit man never my squad go broke Your squad arti-choke Watch your circle vanish like cigar smoke Ain't no joke, when your ones don't show Nigga I know, might say 'Been There Done That' like Dre Through hard work I earn the vault Promise God to never look back or I turn to salt Got nice watches nice cars nice bitches and rings Guess it's safe to say a nigga like me got nice things Can't relate to motherfuckers, who ain't go no cake When you all fucked up, and can't get no break When your fake ass friends, don't help you out when you need it Be on some real bullshit, politely tell you to beat it Fuck that, get your own nigga, don't ask me for shit That's what I did, now they all askin for hits Nigga it's on for the simple fact I let it be known We still fly but seperately cause now I, charter my own Propellers, Goodfellas, leave all them playa haters jealous Billboard charts should tell us, they can't touch us Why niggaz bring the ruckus Because release day is bigger than Mandela's, motherfuckers Chorus: Just some ghetto boys Living in these ghetto streets -- these ghetto streets And everyday they gotta fight to stay alive It's just reality Verse Two: Jay-Z Yeah, make you a deal, check These here's the dog years and motherfuckers don't shed I try to bring you life but motherfuckers want dead So I travel with the babble, with the chrome, with the lead Cause when it's on, then it's on, the shots flowin through your head I been rich I been poor I saved and blown bread Some say I been here before because of the way I zone Some said, Jigga zone is like the fallin of Rome Reoccuring, that he thinks like that cause he's observing Won't be known until I'm gone and niggaz study my bones Mentally been many places, but I'm Brooklyn's own In the physical, onee seems, like a lost body In fact my thoughts don't differ much from that of God body But it's the odd shottie, that got cats, likening me to the mob John Gotti, rap dudes bitin me cause I got it locked like the late Bob Marley Pardon me y'all, the great Bob Marley Solemnly we mourn, all the rappers that's gone Niggaz that got killed in the field and all the babies born Know they ain't fully prepared for this New World Order So I keep it ghetto like sunflower seeds and quarter waters You walk em through it, you know, talk em through it Know these beads is more than music whenever I talk to it Destined for greatness and y'all knew this, when I doubled the pie Had a shorty and a girdle comin out of B-W-I (in school) I hated algebra but I loved to multiply And I told my nigga Big I'd be multi before I die It's gonna happen whether rappin or clappin have it your way Cause if that's my dough you're trappin, I'm clappin your way Chorus Verse Three: Notorious B.I.G. Damn it feel good to see people up on it Flipped two keys in two weeks and didn't flaunt it My brain is haunted, with mean dreams GS's with BB's on it, supreme schemes, to get Richer than Richie, quickly, niggaz wanna hit me If they get me, dress my body in linen by Armani, check it My lyrical carjack, make your brains splat High caliber gats is all I fuck with, now peep the rough shit in my circumfrence, mad bitches, with mad lucci Bulletproof vestes under they coochie Spittin my uzi, don't lose me, my trigga niggaz represent Drivin dirty in J-30's gettin bent And to my hit hoes, my murder mommies I be smokin trees in Belize when they find me While you still killin niggaz with punany, like heiny and Cyrus up in Cypress fuck you raw you on the floor with the virus While I just, slang coke, smoke pounds to choke Got lawyers watchin lawyers so I won't go broke, now check it Them country niggaz call me Frank White I'm squirtin off in my loft of course I know my shit's tight Sunrise open my eyes no surprise Got my shorty flyin in with keys taped to her thighs With all the utensils, who hang my china thing She half black half oriental eighty-six she got me rental The situation ain't accidental.. What From a, from a young G's perspective.. (repeat 2X) Chorus 2X to fade

Only You

Gangsta Boo "Enquiring Minds"
1 - [Boo] For only you nigga, I would cherish all of these times [Rock] For only you, I'd live a fuckin' world of crime [Boo] For only you, give me feelings that I can't understand [Rock] For only you, be the one to help me murda yo' man Repeat 1 [Gangsta Boo] I love you nigga, listen to me, tell me what you need I got yo' back front, baby, do what you please But you hurt me, boy, you just drivin' me crazy Thinkin' of the day we met in yo' 600 Mercedes Havin' suicidal thoughts Oops, I love you too much You just don't know what you be doin' when I'm feelin' yo' touch Get to schemin, play a role, like I'm in a soap opera Findin' bitches number in yo' wallet, and how I'mma stop it (What should I do?) Go bother the niggas that is down wit yo' crew From me to you, this Gangsta Boo, and I'm just tellin' the truth You hurt me bad, feelin' strange, wit revenge on my mind Call my baby from the 8 and say it's been a long time How are ya doin'? (Doin' great) I got problems on mind This nigga told me that he love me, but I guess he's a liar Somebody, bye bitch nigga, I'mma get yo' ass back You played up on a real bitch, now it's time fo' yo' nap Repeat 1 Repeat 1 [T. Rock] This is givin' me asistance in committin' adultery in the late night Makin' love 'til ya had me where I couldn't concentrate right Hypnotizin' my thought process wit love, ? venom Prepared to kill for you, I fold, make sure pistol that pin 'em Though you be wit it, this affair is too good to be true It must be blessed Besides, yo' man is too posessive over-protective You want him deceased, I'll be da trigga man on the piece After it's over, you I can have an intimate feast Let me know the time location plus how to do it You told me 12 at yo' house, sliced least dilluted So I'm creepin' to the doorstep of your 30 million mansion It's time fo' havoc, ???, he'll be evicted on the fuckin' minute You been takin' shovin' orders He bust you're a torch Sliced him to death, threw his carcus over the river water Now it's Paco Miss Lady, modern day Clyde Bonnie Livin' off your husbands real money, for greediness ??? Repeat 1 Repeat 1 [Gangsta Boo] I tried to be good, I didn't want to set him up for this But mama sold jewelry, what you sold you bitch I'm cookin', makin' him feel good after it's all planned I'm havin' second thoughts but now I got me a new man (His last meal) Like his ass locked up hell tight I sexed him down once he ate his food, this was like right After the clock struck 9, 12 on midnight, he finished Cuz my baby Paco wanna blow his brains on the ceiling Hope his folks don't be mad Fuck it! I just might flee Because he left a lot of money in the S-A-F-E Too good to be true Gangsta Boo love somebody But you nobody until yo' ass kill somebody I'm thinkin' quick, my hands are wet, maybe it's from my sweat 11:45 is here, I guess the stash it 'tected So blood baths can begin cuz I'm in it to win Not to be hurt in the end I'm a deadly friend

Cry For Love

MICHAEL W. SMITH "I'll Lead You Home"
My life is like a racing car hurting towards the wall At the speed of sound My time has been so finely tuned But I've never seen a human being so tightly wound At times it seems beyond belief I just need a bit of relief Like a war-weary soldier Marching up and over the edge Take my hand and pull me up cause I'm falling too fast Somehow I've lost my way-I'm cryin' save me Can you hear me... I'm calling out I'm crying out...a cry for love I can feel you...you're touching me You're healing me...my cry for love I will be the first to admit I don't have the strength to handle it alone anymore I don't have to fret, don't have to explain All my worrying's in vain I'm not alone anymore Why is this so hard to believe What is mine is mine to freely receive Like the changing of seasons This is the beauty of the word And for all that I have seen and heard Oh I wnat to come home Somehow I'll make my way-my way home to you Oh Father hear my call (Oh Father hear my call) I know you'll catch me when I fall Oh Father hear my call I know you'll catch me when I fall Oh I pray that you'll hold me now Hold me And take my fear away I'm cryin' save me Oh I know that you can hear me Hear me crying out for love Oh I know that you can feel my cry for love...ooh... I can feel you-you're calling out You're crying out-a cry for love I can feel you-you're touching me You're healing me-my cry for love

Enjoy Da Ride

METHOD MAN "Tical 2000 Judgementday"
[Streetlife] Yo, I know the streets is watchin' Dirty date niggas caught blockin' or glockin' Waitin' for my down four street got options Fuck y'all, y'all can ball, im'a stay rockin' All emcee's falled when I heard the albums droppin' Nuttin but the hottest hip-hop rap concoction Rap's in a state of emergency, it's shockin' I produce joints that loosen up the socket Crowd surf through the mosh pit on some rock shit Bang your head to this, pump your fist if your feelin' it Ride the fuck out, bust a clip for the fuck of it This is as good as it get, who you rollin' with (You) Who the ultimate (Wu) Stay commited, sold my soul to this rap shit Slow your roll, strike a bowl, you get glapped quick I roll with, ghetto bastard with biscuits And grab my dick and flick it, get the picture [Redman] Yo, Yo, Yo, I cop a new Benz, crash the front So hard the airbags use nasal pumps Jump out, cock the shoti (Rasie em up) I stomp holes if the ground aint paved enough Inform the former the first step was a warm-up The next step'll bomb on where your car alarm was Chikens that'll run in, burn the barn up Shots'll tear Sean John and Phat Farm up I never gotta Soul Train award Never lost to emcee's as lame as y'all Never, trick a bitch car payment off Im a orangatang when the chain is off Nigga, ecentric and I slowly blast with a axe, and a pump, and a goalie mask Leavin' stains of blood on your Rolie Glass When im in your hood nigga throw me bags [Method Man] Lets trick the night fantastic Im flexable, they used to call me plastic These big butt bitches get they ass kicked It is what it is, shittin' on y'all kids Couldn't live where we live I can't be defeated like nobody used to wizz Like, when daddy's home can't nobody beat the kids Right You know the clan and you know the fuckin' man Meth rock a mic without a kickstand Two blunts, and razors in his wristband Slap you and your bitch man Lookin' in your lobby, call me stick-man When it's goin' down, call me quicksand Zero to sixty in a second, pack a Smith & Weston And if the price is right, you can be the next contestant For this aggression, no question, M-E to the F it be flexin' As hard as my erection, kid learn your lesson Cuz what if I decide to start testin' the joint in the muthafuckin session [Saukrates] Let a nigga get into it Lubricate y'all veins with your 'Do-It' fluid I Einstein these rymes, spit these thangs to prove it Cross with the mac, in fact my games are truest Now im on the highway, doing it my way With Street the legal, Meth, Roc, and Doc friday Performin' like the weather was warm And drop heat on the streets through zero degree storms And keep the ghetto, pop your metal Smoke it like a cigarette till ya optic yellow The addiction, aint no friction I got them rap heads fillin' out a prescription With diciton, they in thick, when I put fire to the stakes And burn the arch, like a iron to your face These long hard years spent Oxy-Cleanin' - make it clear Look out! Big 'Sauks is here, hit the button

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