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ja rule - still inc كلمات الأغنية

[intro: ja rule]
yo, uh, uh
rule n_gga (yea, yea)
murderous (uh, yea)
uh, i.n.c. n_gga
what you want this (yea, yea, yea, yea)
uh, uh, uh, heh
still i.n.c. n_gga (uh)
what you want with this motherf_ckers (uh, yea)
still i.n.c., uh

[verse 1: ja rule]
motherf_cker, now when it’s time to bust, i’ma gonna handle mine
if it’s you i mistrust, then you next in line
you picked the fine time to f_ck with the wrong n_ggas
put your mom’s in a casket, we dem n_ggas
and it figures that you might turn religious
put your life in god instead of baring your arms
chapter two, verse thirteen [?] know it
it’s kinda like having a key and then blow it
but the darker it gеts, the brighter i shine
i’m scrеaming ‘f_ck the world ’till it’s mine’ like malcom in his prime
mistook like crime
spit off like nines
and eight outta ten of my n_ggas is doing time
if you can’t sn_tch the jewel then pon your mind
rule n_gga giving sight to the blind, it’s still i.n.c., uh
[verse 2: caddillac tah]
motherf_cker i scream ‘murda’
’cause murda be tah and i’m ready to give it to a n_gga who feel he can’t die
i scream ‘murda’ cause with murda i’m all in
don’t fall in, n_gga picture me rollin’, we ballin’
i gots no respect for cowards who spit a few bars
rip a few cars, oh now n_ggas is gangsta
b_tch n_ggas only get what they could scramble up
while real n_ggas take sh_t, flip pies and bake sh_t
oh n_ggas on some hate sh_t
i give you somethin’ to hate
send you eight, leave you leakin’ and eatin’ through a iv
here’s some advice, i’m nuttin’ nice, n_gga don’t try me
the same birds you chase, i let ’em fly by me
i’m gon’ get whether it’s spittin’ or clappin’ them [?]
you outta line, get a back hand [?] across your beard n_gga
prepare yourself, you been rightfully wrong cause when you gone and your family mourn it’s still i.n.c

[black child talking]
word to god (uh huh)
y’all gon’ make us really start k!llin’ n_ggas (yea, yea)
f_ck, y’all n_ggas want, huh (word to god)
y’all don’t know sh_t is real n_gga

[verse 3: black child]
yo, yo, yo, yo
the world label us thug k!llers and drug dealers
we don’t give a f_ck, just pass the dutch n_gga
fire it up, we gettin’ high or what?
we stay ironed up, y’all lying sl_ts
we buyin’ trucks n_gga, supply and touch
when we stick we stuck
n_gga f_ck kurupt
we the murderers
we’ll murda ya
and if you murder me, it’s still i.n.c. n_gga
[outro: black child]
uh huh, for real, for life, for death
y’all n_ggas gon’ know
f_ck that, n_ggas want it with us we gon’ bring it to n_ggas
f_ck that, we the murderers, ain’t nuttin’ to stunt about
straight business
word to god
cutthroat
word to god n_gga
g’s up hoes down
if that b_tch can’t swim
she gon’ swallow a round n_gga
it’s murda

- ja rule

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