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Hussein Fatal: Yeah My Nigga Rule, Hussein Fatal The outlaw don in this piece motherfucka I wanna welcome yall niggaz back to the streets (Its Aight) you'se confused for a minute but here we are |
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| My nigga Cadd in this motherfucker I Got My niggas man THE BRICKS City Bitch, Ride Out |
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Ja Rule: The Life (3x) |
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Yo What up world its Rule public enemy Number 1 Its Cool my new best Friend is my pistol and anybody that want it i got chus runnin the inc over ya head dont make me gun but it do u like manolo put two in ya stomach flash the burner on bitches like stacks of hundreds im livin my life my life what better than ice an hell when you cookin up coke to sell it'll be the little statistics of pictures of prince sellin for me to keep the operation pissed we enourmous someone said the inc is murderous you dont want us to strap up and blaze the strip but if need be we bang out like bloodz in crips strap on the nozzles and extend the clips murda meets gangsta shit and all my niggaz that live it from hood to hood bang to this nigga |
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Chorus: The Life (Echoes) Wetha you blood or cuz we all gangsta The Life (Echoes) Wetha You dope or coke we all slang drugs |
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Hussein Fatal: Im the posta child im suppose to wild with the toast im foul im murder inc mob money like Oprah style look here back to the block to get that green put a hole through a nigga shoulder as soon as the beam glow prolly raid u in the face give me a break imma rapper out here to stay dont make me do what i say jus let me say what i do cuz imma put it in a rhyme everytime i got to spray up your crew i aint lickin off shots to warn em jus a pop straight to the dome on the real G-unit nigga glock and all hoes believe im the one to get stupid in the booth with rule i told yall there was a gun in this bitch now i expose how scary u niggas is and when u want the biz my brick city outlaws will bury u niggas im so cool when i be doin my numbers |
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Caddilac Tah: yea, motherfucker with the k in the waist and shells get to droppin u better duck and get up poppin or get left with the cops gagnsta yeah put that first put a nigga dick in the dirt lace shots to the face hopin he shook gay john doe unidentified i always hit em high when i dump let it fly hit em once with the 45 nigga i had a picture on top of the coffin murder inc bolsters |
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Chorus: The Life (Echoes) Wetha you blood or cuz we all gangsta The Life (Echoes) Wetha You dope or coke we all slang drugs The Life (Echoes) wetha you home or stuck up you still gone fuck Niggaz dont want it with us cuz its murda |
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James Gotti: u think you hard as fuck but when the slug hit u dead if ya name aint armored truck murder inc outlaws and the floys is here bang bang shoot em up or boys is near stampedin anything in our way will attract war if you smart you'll slide over like handicap doors i aint a killer i jus spark alot so when i squeeze im turnin your whole block into a parkin lot understand im the grimey floy wanna trip to death then try me for it crazy since 94 thats why cats dont hang around me like chinese stores one step ahead of you get more guys u strap wit 44's we strapped wit 45's fuck talk get the chalk out you'll be lucky if u able to crawl or walk out |
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Ja Rule: i live the mob life so when i pop up in your life and i pop twice get down i spits more than rounds and niggas bleed heavier than hoes on they period this sound gotta move faster than ferious but nah i aint ludacris im here to let you niggas no i aint new to this gun but ya bitch thats the way i get down beieve my style its murda clap a nigga then hide the burna lern ya balm ya like imbalmin fluid intil your limbs feel the loss of movement in the hospital critical livin again its murda yea gun subliminal style and bang with nothin but criminals its rule nigga u no these other cats is pitiful the rap gods is spiritual the god is ja rule lets not get it confused |
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Chorus: The Life (Echoes) Wetha you blood or cuz we all gangsta The Life (Echoes) Wetha You dope or coke we all slang drugs The Life (Echoes) wetha you home or stuck up you still gone fuck Niggaz dont want it with us cuz its murda |
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