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ja rule – chris black (skit) (rule 3:36) lyrics

[skit]
woman: h-llo?
operator: h-llo, nci, operator. you have a collect call from, “yo, it’s chris black, [?]”, an inmate at new york state correctional facility. by accepting this call, you are responsible for all -ssociated nci charges, whether direct bill from nci or as part of your local phone company bill. if you will pay, dial 3 now. thank you for using nci, go ahead
chris: h-llo?
woman: hold on
chris: can he listen to me now?
woman: uh-huh
chris: h-llo?
ja rule: h-llo
chris: yo, yo, yeah. yo, what up, n-gga?
ja rule: what up, n-gga?
chris: aight?
ja rule: what’s crackin’, n-gga?
chris: ayy, shake kid
ja rule: you having your call already?
woman: yeah
ja rule: oh, oh, sh-t. aight. d-mn, n-gga
chris: ayy, sh-t, what’s poppin’ my n-gga?
ja rule: ayy, sh-t, aight. n-gga, you know it’s time, n-gga, right?
chris: yeah, no question, n-gga. time, what time you talkin’? time for what, n-gga?
ja rule: i’m about to drop that new album on these b-tch -ss n-ggas
chris: oh, w-ssup. you know i’m here, n-gga
ja rule: yeah, you know it. you know, the streets is feelin’ it. the last time, n-ggas crazy, n-gga
chris: on that real sh-t?
ja rule: oh, n-gga, for sure
chris: you ready to put on these n-ggas again?
ja rule: am i? am i?
chris: n-gga, you, n-gga, you got to raise the stakes, n-gga
ja rule: do i?
chris: cut these n-ggas dead. ayo, check it, check it, dog. it’s the don, chris black, the murderous one. you know, that n-gga that get it on just to make that dough long. ain’t sh-t change, i’m still that n-gga that spit flames. they’ll remember me, that air tight n-gga that spit games. it’s the don, only one murderous, sit on the h-rn. so let it better be know, i’m on my way home and i’m still strong. i ain’t to be f-cked with if it’s [?] dog, and i’ma rush it. and i swear to god, i’ma pop off like this ’til i touch it. so either n-ggas is with me or against me. but check it, dog, if they against me, then they better get busy. yeah, f-ck them n-ggas think ’cause i’m locked up, my banks stopped up. oh, n-ggas think i’ma lock the spot up the same way i popped up. check it, how many n-ggas you know behind bars spittin’ bars like this par? and how many n-ggas you know that get off the sh-t like it’s gone? this sh-t’s so deep, i ain’t home and already control the streets. get n-ggas f-cked up like how some get the blow with the ink. not even touched down but i’m about to touch down so y’all f-cked now. i told y’all n-ggas respect my gangstas, now you on stuck now. so what it been? 5 years long since the world heard my name? and what it been? 5 years long since i murdered the game? in like this, dog, in 90 days and sh-t go my way, i’ma show n-ggas 90 ways that a n-gga gon’ play. ’cause i’m a hustler, slash a dough gettin’ muscler, slash the murderer full of murderous ink. you motherf-ckers comin’ home, n-gga
ja rule: let ’em know, n-gga
chrisl yo, n-gga
ja rule: crazy, n-gga, f-ck these n-ggas. murder nic, n-gga

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