Last of The Mohicans - Ja Rule
[Intro]
Heh ha ha...
Yeah...
Yeah...
'Last Of The Mohicans' man...
Let's go!
Heh...
You'll never take me alive...
(It's time- DJ!)
Heh...
(Wake 'em up!)
I'd like to introduce you all to somebody...
Somebody very dear...
[Verse 1: Ja Rule]
I'm here to put you all through the pressure like nobody ever,
'cause everytime I shoot nothing
but fo' n beta,
An' them slugs get heada' your way any day fella, 'cause when
murder reigns you gona' need
umbrellas, Kevlar an' a whole lot of gun runners, you hotdog
n_ggas hide your relish, ain't sh_t to
tell us, I keep the army, an' they stay armed- best stay the
f**k from 'round me, unless your
desire leads you to touch the dream, I be in back of the back,
A.G. on the jeans, hit the b_tton to
the left an' you can see how it leans, this thang is like an'
airplane you park in the street,
mean, it's so vicious call me young, all the wishes 'cause I
wished for it all, beg the lord for
forgiveness, 'cause I sin- I'ma sinner, but I win- I'ma winner,
I'm runnin' the marathon an' y'all
n_ggas are sprinters, I exercise more mental an' massage my
fingers, I'm lookin' forward to bangin'
out start to finish, give me a minute let me explain why most
n_ggas is timid, they runnin' round
with good bodies an' no hearts in 'em, makin' it easy fo' a
n_gga to get 'em- expose em', witness
Rule the chosen man who spit it the coldest, load up this ten
shot, till y'all n_ggas the hole-est,
I'ma God send- n_ggas better act like they know this
muthaf**ka...
[Chorus: Black Child]
Your game ain't nuthin' but smoke an' mirrors (let 'em know),
y'all clowns can't be serious
(uh-huh), many has tried but y'all can't kill us, we still
livin' this real vivid- we real
n_ggas...(n_gga), Your game ain't nuthin' but smoke an' mirrors
(uh-huh), we ain't neva scared I
hope all y'all hear us, many has tried but y'all can't kill us,
we still livin' this real vivid- we
kill killers...
[Verse 2: Ja Rule]
The world is blind so now I gotta spit it in braille, that raw
coked up flow you can put in the
scales, so when n_ggas start dyin' can't nobody tell, it's jus'
an' overdose injection of that
braille, Rule, when I come thru' can't nobody move me, I'm
exclusive cop some new sh_t every
Tuesday, excuse me- b_tch, I'm one of a kind, when I die study
my mind an' dupe' the design, now
I'm inclined people say tha' I'm ahead of my time, whoever said
that they must'a had they nose on
tha' line, I'm not even in my prime yet, a veteran in this
muthaf**kin' rap sh_t, what religion you
practice, a pristical baptist or catholic, I can't really say
I'm religious- an' to that I'ma
witness, but I'm spiritual that's why I keep the Lord in the
picture, 40. Cal in the 7-40 I laugh
at n_ggas that wanna' get buried in cemeteries next to they
b_tches, an' get thrown wit' bricks
tied to they Lebron's, the game we play is chess- them n_ggas is
pawns, you the first pieces we
take off the board because, I'ma king that's from Queens, an'
then it's the whole regime, beta'
known as the team, big shout to my n_gga Preme, it ain't nothin'
illegal about keepin' ya' cash
clean, when you sellin' millions of records, an' send me some
jeans muthaf**ka...
[Chorus: Black Child]
Your game ain't nuthin' but smoke an' mirrors (let 'em know),
y'all clowns can't be serious
(uh-huh), many has tried but y'all can't kill us, we still
livin' this real vivid- we real
n_ggas... (n_gga), Your game ain't nuthin' but smoke an' mirrors
(uh-huh), we ain't neva scared I
hope all y'all hear us, many has tried but y'all can't kill us,
we still livin' this real vivid- we
kill killers...
[Outro: Ja Rule]
[Backing ad-libs unscripted]
Yeah...
You know...
Uh...
Wha'cha'll don't know??
There's nothin' real about these n_ggas in this game...
This is it...
Murder Inc. n_gga...
You lookin' at 'em...
The realest muthaf**kin' n_ggas in the game...
You starin' at 'em...
Ain't no need to look nowhere else...
It's murder n_ggas...
Holla...
We ridin'...
You know...
C'mon n_ggas...
It's danger...
It's danger...
What up to my n_gga Merc...
Big Caddy...
My n_gga Black Child...
Rest in peace...
To our muthaf**kin' soldier up in Heaven- my n_gga D.O.
Cannons...
Do Cannons...
We see you n_gga, we love you n_gga...
(Shadow I see you n_gga...
We gon' pour out a lil' liquor...
We gon' have some fun...
We gon' ride this muthaf**ka' out...
It's murda'...
Real talk n_gga...
We in the building...)
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