Young Life - Emerica lyrics

[Newsman] Extra, extra Extra, extra Hear all about it Ja Rule has just been elected the President... Of the united ghetto's of Emerica And this is what he had to say at presstime At press time this is what Ja Rule had to say America... [Chorus 2X: Ja Rule] Welcome to Emerica (Don't hate me) Cuz I done made this world what it's gon be Welcome to Emerica (Don't hate me)Cuz I done made this world what it's done to me [Ja Rule] n***as, if I could pledge my allegiance to the, United Ghettoes Of the Emerica, go on sell ya d** Cuttin taxes for strippers and thugs It's all good, room for mayor in all hood and as well I should I make it publicly desmist understood When they caught me gettin high in the back of the ho-tel Was you freakin them ho's? Well, I just say I was gettin a lil head but so what Bill and Hillery stay for them stills That's a down a** b**h for ya Wash em with some soap and water And return them dirty bra's to their rightful owner Now that's creep sh** One over one, I got this broad on the one-o-one She's botherin, so don't even come up in here Cuz shes contious, no nonsense She like to choke on the dick, and the lungs on the constant Gettin the W1's you church girl Proda stant, it's aiight ma you rollin wit the Inc [Chorus] [Young Life] Yeah I'm here can you tell? Mo' n***as livin, livin in ??? in Emerica I'm never gonna feel, n***a I'm tellin ya Young Life is a compeditor And is into real my n***as headed up hill I'm lettin you know sh**'s real I came into the game copped a deal Aimin to get this sh** still It ain't been a minute I ain't been high And I haven't handled my buisness How I been f**in you b**hes right Yeah you witnesses my life Imperial night, in the ghetto holdin my medal tight Still, in Emerica Remilitary is terror n***a holds his medal Of his never be availible That easy I'm a editor, restin up with the best of em Minds of them b**hes that stress givin em hard s** I'm set for life, the lightin ho's that write And hit the mic, not over night You get the gift to be the best of something like (Enough in Emerica) Young Life is comin home Motherf**ers prepare to die [Chorus] [Chink Santana] n***as hit that crack houses hustlers and hoes No youngins up on the corners n***a smokin them bones I'm rattin away wit knots comin up, what's no pills? That's why they'll find your a** slumped in the blacks of ville But still, I spot that paper Jo, Blowin my weed And ain't a thing a mother need is gotta be me But now days these lil youngins rollin on E And a n***a that supplyin that is who runs the streets Now look, this ain't no crack day I gotsa come up on the stash and get back man Cuz I done witness all this sh** that they say them ho's do f**in wit X, like finger f**in that hot Glock While she swallow her tit But real, there n***a want his dick s**ed? b**hes is why b**hes turn that rehold into a intrick (It's pimp sh**) No limp dick, just a gangsta f** Why the murder put some major bust b*atch [Chorus] Welcome to Emerica...