Ja Rule - n***as & b**hes lyrics

[Intro - Ja Rule - talking] Yeah ... ha, uh huh You know how we do (we're gonna do how we do) Uh, uh, yo my n***a Cad what's hangin n***a (gangsta sh**) n***a Terry what's goin on n***a Let me talk to 'em for a minute (Murder Inc. bosses in the building) Yeah, haha [Chorus] n***as! Grip the iron and keep it co*ked b**hes! Work your clit keep that p**y hot Cause it's all about the benjamins and nobody ain't doin it like us C'mon what y'all want? n***as! Grip the iron and keep it co*ked b**hes! Work your clit keep that p**y hot Cause it's all about s**, money, and murder b**hes that burn ya, n***as with burners co*ked and let go! [Verse 1] f** all y'all motherf**in b**h a** n***as I'm talkin to whoever wanna be ridin my dick And you know your gon' get it as hot as I spit it It's the Rule and nobody wanna be bothered with If I hit 'em in every direction with four fifths Will expend like 45's with compact discs (c'mon) It's a disappointment to see n***as flip on Rule like they double jointed When I'm one of rap's anointed Who else used to order it all on the dick Like when I come through with spinners on the six And got b**hes bouncin like Ronnie in Tricks But some who*es 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 [Chorus] [Verse 2] Rule I f** with b**hes in Manolos and thick Louie Vuitton logos Cause I don't love these hoes I'm above and beyond everything that your seein And I'm the only real n***a 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***as really not on my level (c'mon) I'm like slugs when they pierce the metal, you see sparks (what) My voice is a brush, they hear it it's like art And nobody 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**h is co*ked to bang men in Virginia Don't make me run up on ya, put a few in ya [Chorus] [Verse 3] Yeah, yeah, yo, 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***a that 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**h up, let her handle the pick up Snow cone the country leave no market untouched Call me d** 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***as is teasin, y'all don't really want war But if you really do, your gonna need a lot more [Chorus - 2X] [Outro - Ja Rule - talking] f*ggots, haha (Panna Banana what up) Yeah, shout out to my n***a 01 (my n***a Holla, I see you baby) Baby, you know what I mean? My n***a Black Child (Joe, what up n***a) Big Caddillac, my motherf**in partner my brother What up Gotti, you know how we gonna do these n***as You ain't got to pick up no mic either my n***a I got this, I got these n***as Gotti Holla back n***a [laughing] Yeah, uh, yo my n***a Burns in the building Blow somethin up n***a [fades out]