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Tytuł: Rebels symphony

  • Wykonawca: Ja Rule
  • Wy¶wietleń: 151

  
   (Someone Talking)
  Lights out niggas! (Huh)
  You clowns (Ha, Ha, Ha)
  The Murderers is here now
  The game has changed
  You know what I mean
  Nobody knows you anymore
  Your records make no sense
  You know what I mean
  I just want to know, all I want to do,
  I just want to know, how does it feel
  Huh, let me know
  What it feel like, huh
  
  (Ja Rule)
  I know y'all niggas is, thinking of thoughts,
  how y'all gon' catch the Rule
  It's, catch a dude and, send the feud
  But it won't do, 'cause now I got a crew nigga
  Black Child, Tah, Murda fucking Inc. nigga
  O-1 and Vita, keep the dope and the heater
  Or the fucked up rental, or a hot two seater
  As long as the love with me
  Hoods will never forget me
  I could put raps in them, and shine up the city
  Like elected Frank Nitty, jot a Big Poppa
  For reasons of, we run up in a big truck and pop ya
  Midnight opera
  Over the wheels, slug body marks, and pop up
  
  (Tah Murdah)
  Seem like y'all niggas ain't never gon' learn
  Either you hitting, or the nigga getting hit
  'Cause son, when I click and cock, my shit gon' pop
  And never been, a small nigga
  Always a score nigga
  That be up in your braud nigga
  You fraud nigga
  Cop yae, from far, but never raw niggas
  My A's and SK's will rob when it's war nigga
  Product and money
  So if you want fifteen, it's twenty
  And if you less than ten, I won't bend
  Or y'all niggas to run with it
  Gun busting, I done did it
  And anything else that come with it
  You don't want it
  If it's real, put the deal on it
  Stand up niggas will have you sitting in chairs with wheels on them
  And that murder shit, I'm still on it
  Murder for life
  Give a fuck if you a accept it
  You better respect it, unless it's, one of my fam' members
  Leave whoever into this involvement in legal tendency
  Laying where the dirt be
  You dig this
  Better recover with some big shit
  Or duck when this fifth spit
  
  (Someone Talking)
  Another question: Is you willing to die
  just as much as you want to kill?
  
  (Black Child)
  I went from handcuff recovering
  Blowing up from bubbling
  Shot muscling
  All my checks doubled in
  Fuck tussling
  Word to God
  Got a hundred men, with guns and tems
  And we love Mack-10's
  Since the sex, got a nigga blushed with me
  Got a nigga wet
  Dropped the lex
  Copped the tech
  We cashing checks, son
  We out to get the decimals
  Don't know about the rest of you
  You fucking with professionals
  Murderers, that will split your juggle up
  Motherfucker I'll cut ya
  And you think Tah touch ya
  Then we flip shit with bitches that ride all day
  And niggas that get head, on the highway
  And niggas hating
  To see Satin
  Or be played
  I'm gon' tell yo' hoe, you in hell waiting
  While niggas on Earth
  Flossed like they first
  For what it's worth
  Murderers blast first
  
  (Someone Talking)
  Niggas respect murder everywhere
  It's the streets
  Nobody's dancing in the streets
  Huh, the streets is ours man, murder
  
  (Vita)
  Nigga, it's so hard to say good-bye
  I wonder why
  Take a sneak peak kissing herbs on a high
  Hah, I'm down for whatever, whenever
  Murderers stick together
  See Vita, be that chick to hard throb you nigga
  Fuck you, then rob you nigga
  A grimy braud, that will set you and wet you
  Leave you for my dogs to fetch you
  Tie you up and wet you
  Unless you, talking pacos again
  It don't matter
  The longer we spend, the longer we win
  And Gotti, showed me how to work these niggas
  ??? these niggas
  And hurt these niggas
  And I'll be there, when my niggas need bail
  Catch a body, take the stand, and won't tell
  T-tale, I flip wholesale retail
  Cheap, so you can get deep into this female
  
  (Someone Talking)
  Gangstas and hoes are together
  Don't let nobody tell you no different, man
  It's the beginning of time
  I love my bitches
  
  Motherfucker it's on one
  When I come through, niggas run
  Niggas know
  Equipped with guns, ya heard so
  You get plugged up and gutted out
  Found dead with a gun in your mouth
  Now what you talking about?
  Scold on these streets
  I'm involved with thugs, who carry heat
  To lift you off your feet
  The riding suite
  But when it's time to eat, the guns come
  Nigga's bitch I'm like he don't want none of the Murderers