Pat Viala - Say What U Say lyrics

Yeah, f** that, Ja Rule, Ranjahz, uh It's MURRDAAAAA!!!! Faculty, f**er Huh, give it to 'em n***as act like they don't know Uh, one hand wash the other hand, y'knawmean? f** it HOOK: Ja Rule You can say what you wanna say about us But we gon keep rockin... You can say what you wanna say, but are you ready for the gunplay, hey You gon say what you wanna say about us But we gon keep rockin... You can say what you wanna say, but we gon keep the whole floor rockin Hey [Verse 1] Basically you can do what you wan' do, say what you wan' say Real recognize fradulent, all day Every word I spit evole from rappin in hallways Clappin in broad day, to stackin it all ways In God we trust, but percentage before praise Money before b**hes, riches before the grave If you scared go to church, get a gun if you afraid Livin this hell, and only through d**h is one saved Drugs k**, crime pays, f**, minimum wage Stuck in the hood, out of my mind, clutchin this gauge Caught in a faze from day one, gun'll be raised Violate I co*k til your crib, up in a blaze Street life, Ranjahz smoke the bathroom pay Behave crazed, lose it, to this ghetto music Sing what the f** you want, if you a thug prove it This is the real from the heart, not the *Coming of Age* HOOK [Ja Rule] Keep your mind on the game Cuz when it d** to sell, we hustlin If it's guns to blaze, we bustin 'em My heart's filled with pain Cuz I flood the hood with nothin but love If n***as want me, come and get it in blood The ruler remains Numero uno, the flow's porto Then put me, in auto, matic or manual Just the style dipped chronic, duo, compatible n***as want none of the Rule, fo' rilla Call me caterpiller cuz I sliver, cap peel ya Manilla, big ballers, drop cash at car dealers And we ain't got them Hyundais neither The Rule and Da Ranjahz, come through in back to back Ranges Say what you say, but sh** is dangerous, n***a Uh, uh, one life, one love HOOK [Verse 3] Say what you say, every day, all day, gunplay Drink your liquor, smoke your ganjay, f** what none say Sip your syrup til your mind tear up Sprinkle coke in your blunt f**er, do what you want Or do what ya feel, just make sure you do it for real Cuz if you front in the cold, I'ma let this somethin explode And y'all b**hes, mad cuz we tryin to stack riches Wanna scratch inside of my V Wanna flat all my tires, tryin to violate me I don't beef I just pop up on Mickey Thompson's All chrome on my waist, da all chrome 380 Lawsson First n***a mad doggin, I'm squeezin carbon Tryin na put somethin in his noggin, get to joggin Weavin and bobbin, on these streets I'm like the seargeant Straight hoggin, triple L love life and lost in Tryin to eat in the devil's garden HOOK