ja rule – n***s & b*****s lyrics
yeah, ha, uh huh
you know how we do
(we’re gonna do how we do)
uh, uh, yo, my n-gg-, cad what’s hangin’ n-gg-?
(gangsta sh-t)
n-gg-, terry what’s goin’ on, n-gg-?
let me talk to ’em for a minute
(murder inc. bosses in the building)
yeah
n-gg-s, grip the iron and keep it c-cked
b-tches, work your cl-t, get that p-ssy hot
’cause it’s all about the benjamins
and n-body ain’t doin’ it like us, c’mon what y’all want?
n-gg-s, grip the iron and keep it c-cked
b-tches, work your cl-t, get that p-ssy hot
’cause it’s all about s-x, money and murder
b-tches that burn ya, n-gg-s with burners
c-cked and let’s go
f-ck all, y’all motherf-ckin’ b-tch -ss n-gg-s
i’m talkin’ to whoever wanna be ridin’ my d-ck
and you know you’re gon’ get it as hot as i spit it
it’s the rule and n-body wanna be bothered with
if i hit ’em in every direction with four fifths
will expend like 45’s with compact discs
it’s a disappointment to see n-gg-s flip
on rule like they double jointed when i’m one of rap’s anointed
who else used to order it all on the d-ck
like when i come through with spinners on the six
and got b-tches bouncin’ like ronnie in tricks
but some wh-r-s 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
n-gg-s, grip the iron and keep it c-cked
b-tches, work your cl-t, get that p-ssy hot
’cause it’s all about the benjamins
and n-body ain’t doin’ it like us, c’mon what y’all want?
n-gg-s, grip the iron and keep it c-cked
b-tches, work your cl-t, get that p-ssy hot
’cause it’s all about s-x, money and murder
b-tches that burn ya, n-gg-s with burners
c-cked and let’s go
rule, i f-ck with b-tches in manolos and thick louie vuitton logos
’cause i don’t love these hoes
i’m above and beyond everything that you’re seein’
and i’m the only real n-gg- 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 n-gg-s really not on my level
i’m like slugs when they pierce the metal, you see sparks
my voice is a brush, they hear it it’s like art
and n-body 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 b-tch is c-cked to bang men in virginia
don’t make me run up on ya, put a few in ya
n-gg-s, grip the iron and keep it c-cked
b-tches, work your cl-t, get that p-ssy hot
’cause it’s all about the benjamins
and n-body ain’t doin’ it like us, c’mon what y’all want?
n-gg-s, grip the iron and keep it c-cked
b-tches, work your cl-t, get that p-ssy hot
’cause it’s all about s-x, money and murder
b-tches that burn ya, n-gg-s with burners
c-cked and let’s go
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 n-gg- that’s 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 b-tch 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 n-gg-s is teasin’, y’all don’t really want war
but if you really do, you’re gonna need a lot more
n-gg-s, grip the iron and keep it c-cked
b-tches, work your cl-t, get that p-ssy hot
’cause it’s all about the benjamins
and n-body ain’t doin’ it like us, c’mon what y’all want?
n-gg-s, grip the iron and keep it c-cked
b-tches, work your cl-t, get that p-ssy hot
’cause it’s all about s-x, money and murder
b-tches that burn ya, n-gg-s with burners
c-cked and let’s go
n-gg-s, grip the iron and keep it c-cked
b-tches, work your cl-t, get that p-ssy hot
’cause it’s all about the benjamins
and n-body ain’t doin’ it like us, c’mon what y’all want?
n-gg-s, grip the iron and keep it c-cked
b-tches, work your cl-t, get that p-ssy hot
’cause it’s all about s-x, money and murder
b-tches that burn ya, n-gg-s with burners
c-cked and let’s go
f-ggots
(panna banana what up?)
(my n-gg-, holla, i see you, baby)
yeah, shout out to my n-gg-
baby, you know what i mean? my n-gg- black child
(joe, what up n-gg-)
big cadillac, my motherf-ckin’ partner my brother
what up gotti, you know how we gonna do these n-gg-s
you ain’t got to pick up no mic either my n-gg-
i got this, i got these n-gg-s gotti
holla back, n-gg-
yeah, uh, yo, my n-gg- burns in the building
blow somethin’ up, n-gg-
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