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

Bout My Business

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[Caddillac Tah] Yeah.. Yeah, yeah, yo I got a knack for pushin crack, and cookin raw coke Fresh off the boat, no vest but I tote, and wear it like a coat I'm starin through the scope, with one eye open and one shut Zero in on the target, spark him and watch his head bust Ain't shit to discuss, unless it's moneybags or the SK-8, drop Jag with funny tags Homey laugh now but die later when the lead dump And double barrel slugs like Elmer Fudd, I'm handsome [Black Child] Some of your favorite rappers is flamin, I'm bangin things at them They claim they gangster, lettin mens give brains to them I aim the stainless, let the games begin Bang bang dangerous, my gun gang famous My hoes don't speak english, catch 'em at the foreign money exchange New Armani leather in the Range When you see my gang, tuck in your chain We stuck in the game, we fuckin the same, bang! [Chorus: INC] [Merc] I'm bout my money and bout my business (bang!) [B.C.] Shout out my niggaz en route to riches (bang!) [B.C.] I doubt we different, hustlers pitchin (bang!) [B.C.] And we all gon' get away, all my niggaz say [Merc] I'm bout my money and bout my business (yeah!) [B.C.] Whatta, bout my bitches who mouth is ridiculous (yeah!) [B.C.] Gettin money and nigga it's insignificant (yeah! what?) [B.C.] Always get your pay, I love it when I hear 'em say [Black Child] It's back to business, stackin riches If you, act suspicious, it's a Wrap like Reynolds Black Continental, mac outta the window Black's out of his mental, I black out with pistols It ain't confidential, all the shit I been through Now I'm gettin money and a mill' is essential Bang bang, nigga, 'til the day we die A tooth for a tooth and a eye for a eye [Caddillac Tah] Nigga you know it's, business befo' pleasure, money over chicks Dummies in the clip, nickel on my hip patrollin through the strip Bet a stack, head crack, no rollin to the six Scoop up my chips, then I split, with my beautiful bitch Like Jada Pinkett Smith, for that paper I leave stinkin and stiff Your pinky and wrist, and your necklace Get removed nigga, my wolves is playin hardball Leavin him bloody like a Pelican Bay yard brawl [Chorus] [Ja Rule] Who wanna know why I got so much beef with so many rappers? Drama, it's the INC redrum spun backwards Karma, is a muh'fucker watch your actions Cause the clip to the max slips in bananas I catch fire like matches {*whew*} then blow out And the flyest crews goin the fastest Pull up to the hottest club in New York, with my hazards on No tags, I just drove it off the showroom floor Straight cash, bout my paper, I'm on my gangster Doin this shit for ten years, niggaz I'm major Maybach and all that, same behaviour Money over bitches, bitches over strangers Guns befo' bangers but bangers do For niggaz that had enough and ain't got no clue that they can get slayed, flex and get sprayed And spin they head like yo' hottest DJ's, motherfuckers! [Chorus] [Merc] I'm bout my money and bout my business..

What's Your Fantasy

LUDACRIS "Back For The First Time"
(feat. Shawna) [Ludacris] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Give it to me now, give it to me now give it to me now, give it to me now [Shawna] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Give it to me now, give it to me now give it to me now.. [Chorus: Ludacris, then Shawna *2X*] I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from yo' head to yo' toes And I wanna, move from the bed down to the down to the to the flo' Then I wanna, ahh ahh - you make it so good I don't wanna leave But I gotta, kn-kn-kn-know what-what's your fan-ta-ta-sy [Ludacris] I wanna get you in the Georgia Dome on the fifty yard line while the Dirty Birds kick for t'ree And if you like in the club we can do it in the DJ booth or in the back of the V.I.P. Whipped cream with cherries and strawberries on top Lick it don't stop, keep the door locked while the boat rock We go-bots and robots so they gotta wait til the show stop or how 'bout on the beach with black sand lick up your thigh then call me the Pac Man Table top or just give me a lap dance The Rock to the Park to the Point to the Flatlands That man Ludacris (woo) in the public bathroom or in back of a classroom how ever you want it lover lover gonna tap that ass soon see I cast 'em and I past 'em get a tight grip and I grasp 'em I flash 'em and out last 'em and if ain't good then I trash 'em while you stash 'em I'll let 'em free and the tell me what they fantasy like up on the roof roof tell yo boyfriend not to be mad at me [Chorus] [Ludacris] I wanna get you in the bath tub with the candle lit you give it up till they go out or we can do it on stage of the Ludacris concert cause you know I got sold out or red carpet dick could just roll out go 'head and scream you can't hold out we can do it in the pouring rain runnin the train when it's hot or cold out how 'bout in the library on top of books but you can't be too loud you wanna make a brother beg for it give me TLC 'cause you know I be too proud we can do it in the white house tryna make them turn the lights out champaign with my campaign let me do the damn thing what's my name, what's my name, what's my name a sauna, jacuzzi in the back row at the movie You can stratch my back and rule me You can push me or just pull me on hay in middle of the barn (woo) rose pedals on the silk sheets uh eating fresh fruits sweep yo woman right off her feet [Chorus] [Ludacris] I wanna get you in the back seat windows up that's the way you like to fuck, clogged up fog alert Rip the pants and rip the shirt, ruff sex make it hurt in the garden all in the dir Roll around Georgia Brown that's the way I like it twerk Legs jerk, overworked, underpaid but don't be afraid In the sun or up in the shade on the top of my escalade Maybe your girl and my friend can trade; tag team, off the ropes! On the ocean or in the boat! Factories or on hundred spokes! What about up in the candy sto' that chocolate chocolate make it melt Whips and chains, handcuffs, smack a little booty up with my belt Scream help play my game; dracula man I'll get my fangs Horseback and I'll get my reigns, school teacher let me get my brains [Chorus - repeat 4X]

Roll Out (My Business)

LUDACRIS "Word Of Mouf"
Roll out! [repeat 6x] Roll out! Roll out! Roll out! Roll out! [Chorus - 'roll out!' in background] I got my twin glock .40s, cocked back Me and my homies, so drop that We rollin on twenties, with the top back So much money, you can't stop that Twin glock .40s, cocked back Me and my homies, so drop that We rollin on twenties, with the top back So much money, you can't stop that Now where'd you get that platinum chain with them diamonds in it Where'd you get that matchin Benz with them windows tinted Who them girls you be with when you be ridin through Man I ain't got nothin to prove, I paid my dues Breakin the rules, I shake fools while I'm takin 'em, whewwwww! Tell me who's your weed man, how do you smoke so good You's a superstar boy, why you still up in the hood What in the world is in that BAG, what you got in that BAG A couple a cans a whoop ass, you did a good ass job of just eyein me, spyin me [Chorus] Man, that car don't come out until next year, where in the fuck did you get it That's eighty-thousand bucks GONE, where in the fuck did you spend it You must have eyes on your back, 'cause you got money to the ceiling And the bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin The better I'm feelin, the more that I'm chillin Winnin, drillin and killin the feelin Now who's that bucked-naked cook fixin three-coast meals Gettin goosebumps when her body tap the six inch heels What in the world is in that ROOM, what you got in that ROOM A couple a gats, a couple a knives, a couple of rats, a couple of wives Now it's time to choose [Chorus] Are you custom-made, custom-paid, or you just custom-fitted Playstation 2 up in the ride and is that Lorenzo-kitted Is that your wife, your girlfriend or just your main bitch You take a pick, while I'm rubbin the hips, touchin lips to the top of the dick Now tell me who's your housekeeper and what you keep in your house What about diamonds and gold, is that what you keep in your mouth What in the world is in that CASE, what you got in that CASE Get up out my face, you couldn't relate, wait to take place at a similar pace So shake, shake it [(Chorus) 1/2x] Get out my business, my biznass Stay the fuck up out my biznass, ah 'Cause these niggas all up in my shit and it's my business, my biznass Stay the fuck up out my biznass, 'cause it's mine, oh mine My business, my biznass Stay the fuck up out my biznass 'Cause these niggas all up in my shit.......[fade]

What Your Life Like 2

BEANIE SIGEL "Reason"
C'mon let's try this Guru.. [Beanie Sigel] When I was five years old, I realized it was a road But at the end, I ain't seen lots of pots of gold I seen a long cell block, the box, the hold Six hundred fenced in - some innocent, some rotten souls Some men with men - stop it, whoa I ain't runnin up in shit but a broad on her back Tryin to cop a small hammer, move out like +Shawshank+ with +Redemptions+, I got my mind on revenges They tryin to kill me at the same time keep me alive I'm movin out like Adebisi on +Oz+ With my skully on tilt, two whacks in my palm Posted up in the yard, everyday I think of pokin the guard Throw a crack a nigga turnin me in Tryin to crack a nigga turnin me thin Food soakin in lard, news fools get opened in cards with (), in this prison life, what you livin like [Chorus] Can you tell me what you live like Can you tell me what that bed like, what's that cell like What's livin in hell like Tell me do you eat right Do you even sleep right Yo, tell me what your life like Tell me do you sleep nights, tell me what that life like Gettin no kites like, no flicks like Make you wanna quit life [Beanie Sigel] Them four letters is a motherfucker That's forever like a motherfucker Without a letter from a motherfucker It ain't even bout the cheddar from a motherfucker Write a kite, some flicks from a motherfucker Some drawers, some socks, some kicks from a motherfucker I can't believe I'm doin this bid for you motherfuckers I'm down for another joker case I was dealt this hand, and I'ma play it with my poker face On the block ready to POKE a face I got an L goin around with a smokin case You steal the deoderant out of CVS, you locked for retail theft I got it body half a block stolen DT vest My rap sheet read three D abreast Dangerous, duct tape daughters I take to the street, like a duck take to water Get your duck game in order My bust game in order, I fluffs 'caine with water [Chorus] [Beanie Sigel] That's fucked up, you bout to take your longest trip and can't do shit, but suck it up, be strong and shit Handcuffed, ankle to wrist, in back of the bus Flashbacks of you back in the world Can't fuck now you thinkin bout who in back of your girl Got her ass up (kill this bitch) playin your crib Thinkin bout who raisin your kids Shit was all good a week ago, 'fore they came and raided your crib 6:30 in the morning, they kick your door in Feds pour in, snatch you out your bed while you snorin You unaware of what's goin on and Come to find out, clients you had for years, turned to foreman Told the law about the drops you make How your clientele first started to escalate Givin him keys to your crib, was your next mistake At that dinner table, breakin out that extra plate You can't turn a career addict off his coke habit Put him on post with the toast that promote static Back to the operation, they got you locked at the station Fuck your back time, you worryin about what you facin Heart racin, situation gettin scary Old clients are showin up, at the preliminary D.A. tryin to bury a nigga to Neveruary, 31st God damn, that gotta hurt

It's A Shame

Kool G. Rap "4 5 6"
featuring B1 (MF) Grimm Ninety five keep it live Yeah to make papers knahmsayin? Motherfuckin Kool G. Rap and B1 and my motherfuckin man Grimm Just comin with somethin to keep the brainstem .. [B1] It's Big 1 son Jamaica Queens is the turf And I'ma exploit heaven and earth for what it's worth It's the MC extrordinaire the jewels glare The God is rare I'm takin bitches back to my lair I want mines and yours, strippin niggaz to they drawers No probable cause, with the chrome double 4's It's the Queens New Yorker with a bulletproof parka In eighty-four, it was Calvins and British Walkers Now I'm sippin Harvey's Bristal Cream with the glock 17 as the sirens race to the scene Tryin to get dough, like Pablo, today, fuck tomorrow Seats for carro, as I recline in Monte Carlo I got the game down to a science, it's the clients that turn small time hustlers into giants Three course meal, waitin for my appetizer Blowin like a geyser, time only makes me wiser Paraphenalia, and material, makes the crew imperial I put the fear in you, sippin beer with two Handlin business properly, form a monopoly Storefront property, if not, another robbery I'm puttin forth the effort, murder's the method The steak is peppered Son when I let off you meet your Lord and shepherd Bloody money gets niggaz deaded and wetted Don't forget it, money's the metal and my hand is magnetic Chorus: Grimm, B1 I gotta flip these bricks cause bein broke drive me insane Money's on my motherfuckin brain From O-Z's to ki's the triple beam brings fame to my name Money's on my motherfuckin brain Niggaz be scheamin and teamin but still I maintain Money's on my motherfuckin brain Cause money and murder go hand in hand It ain't nothin but a game Money's on my motherfuckin brain son [Grimm] Cryin hopin God forgive me for the ones I killed But until still, I dry my eyes with hundred dollar bills Like McDonald's, makin mills servin Fuck a Landcruiser now, pulls a ? to Suburban Stressed out, sittin thinkin past bed time Scared can't sleep, nightmares about fed time Diamonds, linens, ostrich and all that Fat shit I'm talkin code cause my phone's tapped Crackheads worship me like I'm Jesus Uncle Sam can't stand me cause I'm fuckin all his nieces Cuties every colour, who I wanna fuck next? Buy a new car, maybe Lamborghini trunk next Look at the jealousy in the eyes of the roughnecks Bulletproof glass just in case they wanna buck Tecs A large ratio in this game dies But I'm flippin pies, til the Senate legalize Chorus: Grimm, G. Rap (same lines) [Kool G. Rap] I'm sportin flavors and Timbs, a ninety-five Bezn with the chrome rims Presedential Rolex, two carat diamonds with the stone gems Pockets filled with lucci leather wallets designed by Gucci Parlay in resteraunts, eatin shrimp, scampi and sushi Fly minks, with icicles that blink inside cuban links Lookin ?, brothers stink, got loot like I'm doin banks Hundred dollar bottles of chammy, condos in Miami Front row seats up at the Grammy's, the broke niggaz can't stand me Hold the flame low, hotel suites inside the Flamingo Just home by the dingos, I step up in em rockin Kangols Straight up fakin no jacks, cause all my crackshacks are jam packed My mad stacks, show that I'm on the right track, like Amtrak So stand back, cause I'ma make whatever it takes to shake Jakes, and shoot snakes, and bake more snowflake cakes than Drake's Cut up your grill like I'm the Barber of Seville Still like Gotti bodies are found inside the harbor cause I'm ill It's war, but no more kids are bein kidnapped, matter of fact ain't with the shit black, I was young when I did that There's dope in the Copa Cabanas, cock back the hammers So niggaz in pajamas get they wigs split like bananas Stable of hotties, niggaz with shotties catchin bodies Neighborhood John Gotti with more notes than Pavarotti Yeah, paid as a motherfuckin bank teller The Goodfella, I stay a motherfuckin drug seller Chorus: Grimm, G. Rap, B1 (G and B alternate) [ad-lib to outro]

Burnout

DEF LEPPARD "X"
Friday night and I crashed your party Saturday night and I crashed your car Sunday night when you threw me out Couldn't believe I even got that far Look out of your bedroom window And tell me what you see Who's that standing in the shadows Oh baby you belong to me, yeah Place your bets cause I got a good feeling Hey over there, are you lookin' my way Electrified like a shock to the system You walk right through my DNA If you could just walk for a mile in my shoes If you don't lose your mind you got no mind to lose Bang bang gonna shoot you down I got me a gun but I gotta get a better one Sweatin' hard, buzzing like a fly Like a, like a thief with a water-tight alibi High hopes are sinking like a stone I swallow my pride but I'm choking on a fishbone Oh my, I gotta try, so step right up I'll give you what you want It's what you need You know I'm gonna give you what you want And what you need, yeah Head over heels and it's making me nervous Get on my knees and it's making me worse There's no way out so I pay lip-service If this thing is bigger than the both of us If you could just walk for a mile in my shoes If you don't lose your mind you got no mind to lose Bang bang gonna shoot you down I got me a gun but I gotta get a better one Sweatin' heart, buzzing like a fly Like a, like a thief with a water-tight alibi High hopes are sinking like a stone I swallow my pride but I'm choking on a fishbone Oh my, I gotta try, so step right up I'll give you what you want It's what you need You know I'm gonna give you what you want And what you need, yeah Bang bang gonna shoot you down I got me a gun but I gotta get a better one Oh my, I gotta try, so step right up I'll give you what you want It's what you need You know I'm gonna give you what you want And what you need, yeah You know I'm gonna give you what you want You know I'm gonna give you what you want You know I'm gonna give you what you want And what you need, yeah

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