Ja Rule - Dial M For Murder lyrics

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Ja Rule - Dial M For Murder lyrics

[Ja Rule] Gotti, here we go again, yo Two two-nine and seventy-six, get off my dick, n***as I'm born The future problem's, kicking and carrying on Cause I got blood in my lungs and can't breathe, just conceived And a n***a already fixing to leave This ungodly world and to think, I got a baby girl To raise, in this deadly era of AIDS Just yesterday we were slaves, and good friends Now that we got ends that don't meet n***as we will meet again I want to know why, the sh** gets said The sh** gets wrote, the sh** gets read, motherf**ers get fed I shed a tear for my ride or die, cause thugs cry And the truth'll shatter n***as pride like cold lies Can I live? Dog, why you want to stop the Rule from rising? And I G for me, surprise and growl At the young that you called a liar Now I'm the king of this jungle, no more denying Talk to the iron if you want to holla, I'll pop at you Probably, piercing your bone when you poppin' your collar Cause this is, pain over love, my style's brain on d** Yo' style's can't catch up to Rule n***as whats up? Motherf**er [Chorus: Ja Rule] When the gun blows, and the shots fall When the smoke clears, we'll be right here Screaming murder (murder!) Know it's murder (murder!) Murder (f** why y'all!) We'll be right here (you hear?) When the gun blows (c'mon!) and the shots fall (c'mon!) When the smoke clears (murder!) we'll be right here (murder!) Screaming murder (yeah!) Know it's murder (yeah!) Murder, we'll be right here, cause it's, murder! [Ja Rule] Yeah, yeah, Motherf**ers why y'all want problems, see man, I'm the n***a to give 'em n***as don't want none of the Rule they know how hard I'm hitting Why should I bother with 'em, when they ain't touching what I'm doing? I'm taking this rap game, to levels that's unhuman (c'mon n***as) I'm a beast, with animalistic, intentions And the best of why y'all n***as is honorable mentions Standing next to I-N-see, n***as Why y'all fear we, rap's first organized crime family Selling more records than dope, these days apparently Got b**hes on both coasts, we don't f** sporadically How you goin' handle me? I'm pushing your pill Crossing 'em over, shoot from the corner, three mill' I'm the franchise deal that bust hotter than burners Why y'all n***as want it come and get it But just know motherf**ers it's, murder!