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Lyric Body	[Intro - Ja Rule - talking] Yeah ... ha, uh huh You know how we do (we're gonna do how we do) Uh, uh, yo my nigga Cad what's hangin nigga (gangsta shit) Nigga Terry what's goin on nigga Let me talk to 'em for a minute (Murder Inc. bosses in the building) Yeah, haha [Chorus] Niggas! Grip the iron and keep it cocked Bitches! Work your clit keep that pussy hot Cause it's all about the benjamins and nobody ain't doin it like us C'mon what y'all want? Niggas! Grip the iron and keep it cocked Bitches! Work your clit keep that pussy hot Cause it's all about sex, money, and murder Bitches that burn ya, niggas with burners Cocked and let go! [Verse 1] Fuck all y'all motherfuckin bitch ass niggas I'm talkin to whoever wanna be ridin my dick And you know your gon' get it as hot as I spit it It's the Rule and nobody wanna be bothered with If I hit 'em in every direction with four fifths Will expend like 45's with compact discs (c'mon) It's a disappointment to see niggas flip on Rule like they double jointed When I'm one of rap's anointed Who else used to order it all on the dick Like when I come through with spinners on the six And got bitches bouncin like Ronnie in Tricks But some whores in this game really don't make sense Bomb roof and via Cal's and clonin Ems But when bullets go through your film, we break your limbs A horror show, yeah picture this Cause I guess you can't see it, it's Murder again [Chorus] [Verse 2] Rule I fuck with bitches in Manolos and thick Louie Vuitton logos Cause I don't love these hoes I'm above and beyond everything that your seein And I'm the only real nigga left rappin this freakin If I could be one of the seasons, you'd call me summer The way I bang the heater out the back of the Hummer The bull just move like runners from city block to city block Layin down the foundation for what's really hot Y'all niggas really not on my level (c'mon) I'm like slugs when they pierce the metal, you see sparks (what) My voice is a brush, they hear it it's like art And nobody can really tell the twins apart I call one Nina, other one Santa Maria I might roll up on your set, dump and lean ya My bitch is cocked to bang men in Virginia Don't make me run up on ya, put a few in ya [Chorus] [Verse 3] Yeah, yeah, yo, Murder's outlaw, that guess I get a city's a broads So I push the Porsche high and truck to court Holla at the judge if the judge made a bad decision I feel like the nigga that triggerin guns with mittens It's hard to get done, I'm hearin that security runs around 30K, if they don't get hit with an AK And found out that the security's runnin another way Like with me, it's Murder, probably If I could drop in to manslaughter get a bail and flee Cause my downess says bitch up, let her handle the pick up Snow cone the country leave no market untouched Call me drugs if this is how they pushin us rafters But I don't do it cause I need it, I do it cause I want more Definition is greed, I do it cause I want yours And y'all niggas is teasin, y'all don't really want war But if you really do, your gonna need a lot more [Chorus - 2X] [Outro - Ja Rule - talking] Faggots, haha (Panna Banana what up) Yeah, shout out to my nigga 01 (my nigga Holla, I see you baby) Baby, you know what I mean? My nigga Black Child (Joe, what up nigga) Big Caddillac, my motherfuckin partner my brother What up Gotti, you know how we gonna do these niggas You ain't got to pick up no mic either my nigga I got this, I got these niggas Gotti Holla back nigga [laughing] Yeah, uh, yo my nigga Burns in the building Blow somethin up nigga [fades out]
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