You speak words my ears Have never heard of The only four letter word That you don't know is L-O-V-E love L-O-V-E, a word you never use L-O-V-E, your
If it wasn't for the money, cars and movie stars And jewels and all these things I've got I wonder, hey Would you still want me? Would you still be calling
Word to mother to my nigga buck 3000 on the boards Holla back, they be killing it know what I mean big boy Know what I'm sayin' ayo ayo Jodi Hey you can
Yeah, yeah 'Last Of The Mohicans' man, let's go You'll never take me alive It's time DJ, wake 'em up I'd like to introduce you all to somebody Somebody
, come grab it Show me that you got me daddy I got you ma, I'm in L.A., I'm the latest Caught the last flight in from J.F.K Baggage claim sign read R.U. L. E
Yeah, this one goes out To all my niggaz across the world Goin' through that struggle Feelin' that pain, we wit you my niggaz But no matter what God has
(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
All my Boston niggaz, Atlanta niggaz All my New York niggaz, what's happenin'? You know All my niggaz down in Houston, Primo, down in Detroit All my L.A. niggaz, L
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
dogs 'cause we just wanna fuck Sundown to sun up, one up on a hoe I might go down on the low, that's just me though From L A X to Heathrow, I'm one of
[Ja:] I anit much on prayin' now [people:] Alright its alright... [Ja:] I never really known my daddy [people:] Preach Preach brother preach [Ja:] My
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New York I got a semi automatic that spits next time if you talk I got a hundred guns, a hundred
INC Startin' with Ashanti J-A-R-U-L-E, what, let 'em know Who else you thought it would be All my bitches with me say J-A-R-U-L-E, what's my name, nigga
Hey, comin' from where I'm from, I'm from Oh yeah, oh yeah Kids get killed in ghettos, shot up over the car Limos While they mom was at home, tears hittin
, does it like R.U.L.E They do but don't do it like me Nobody, nobody, does it like R.U.L.E They cool but they ain't R.U.L.E They do, but don't do it
Stripping business started in Africa long time ago long long long time ago White man went to Africa and He saw these beautiful black women walkin' around
No No you fucker your smoking that trash all wrong save that for the bitchs Give me a second fucker I'm make a phone call real quick Hey hey say what
, nigga grip the pounding And if there's more than one that got the gold, grab the calico The nine the cal the pound of coke, niggaz The weed the dope the E