sets his and hers Keep ya hoes on point Tell them watch the fuzz Cause Bitch better have my money Keep my ones on top My tens on lock My hoe in the drop
sets his and hers Keep ya hoes on point Tell them watch the fuzz 'Cause bitch better have my money Keep my ones on top, my tens on lock My hoe in the
sets his and hers Keep ya hoes on point Tell them watch the fuzz Cause Bitch better have my money Keep my ones on top My tens on lock My hoe in the
Tradução: Ja Rule. Perra Betta tener mi dinero.
Jones, Dipset... Byrdgang, bitch You know what it is When you see me two twelvin you homie You bitch niggaz keep triple ninin, have some integrity, bitch
I'm alive, what a beautiful feelin', I put my vest on right after I put on my drawers, It's a habit I'm always prepared for war, See my life's like some
singin' a song "Why'd they have to send my baby home?" F**kin' with some niggas, that paper long Been a G in the game now my son on the throne I am the
pretend Pick up my pen, in my hand One of my trusted friend friend, hey Open it let's see if we're real, we all suited Beg my pardon to Martin Baby we
off on a misdemeanor, ride red over black madina's Take crazy for genuis, hated like Jesus Christ My weakness have always been bad bitches and new bills with krisis', my
up Buck Word to God, Hussein, what up nigga Haha, life is good . . . a yo It's a reality that . . . all the real niggaz Have to smash on the bitch niggas
your lights And "50" you have it, cause when Rule' spit to the masses I got yo attention like J-Lo's ass [Jamacian Talking And Shot's Fired] [Ja Rule
: [Ja Rule] How many niggas hit the scene like Rule Benley GT, pushin through bock flooded, with jewels H-2 with the hungerous Rule beside me Armed up
Huh, let me know What it feel like, huh (Ja Rule) I know y'all niggas is, thinking of thoughts, how y'all gon' catch the Rule It's, catch a dude and
rule riddel em wit hot one Ain't nigga like me, who you riding wit? Rolling nothing but hot shit your bitch my bitch Only difference is bitches on my
the I-N-C nigga, it's murder, M-I-B nigga, Murder Inc. Bosses, motherfuckers, Ja Rule, haha Ay yo Buck, turn this shit up in my motherfuckin headphones
be hidin' out better turn up your jets Headed right there yet, better build up your rep Cause my niggaz cash checks from Hollis to the Dec Holla at me my
brains And someone should be tellin 'em the veterans have came And we're better in the game, YOU BET I'LL MAKE IT RAIN ("27 a gram") My man, it's better
