Tonalidad: Gb major•
Verse 1
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Yeah my nigga Rule,
Hussein Fatal
The outlaw don in this piece motherfucker
I want to welcome y'all niggas
back to the streets (it's alright!)
You's confused for a minute
but here we are
My nigga Cad in this motherfucker
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I got my niggas man,
them bricks (finish bitch!)
Ride out nigga
Uh, yeah
Verse 2
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The life, the life (the life, the life)
The life, the life (the life, the life)
The life, the life (the life, the life)
Verse 3
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Yo, what up world,
it's Rule public enemy number one
It's cool, my new best friend is my pistol
And anybody that want it
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or got jewels run it
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And end over your head,
don't make me gun butt it
Do you like Manolo,
put two in your stomach
And flash the burner on bitches
like stacks of hundreds
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I'm livin' my life (my life),
what gets better than ice in hell
When you cookin' up coke to sell
It be the little statistics,
some pictures, some prints
Some informants to get the
operation pitched
We enormous,
some would say the "Inc." is "Murderous"
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You don't want us to strap
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up and bang the strip
But if need be, we'll bang out
like Bloods and Crips
Styrofoam the noozles and
extend the clips
Murder meets gangsta shit
And all my niggas that live it from
Verse 4
hood to hood bang to this, nigga
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The life, the life (the life, the life)
Whether your Blood or cause
we all gangsta
The life, the life (the life, the life)
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Whether it's dope or coke we all
Verse 5
slang drugs
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I'm the street's poster child
I'm supposed to wile
With the toast I'm foul
My Murder Inc. mob money,
Oprah style
From here back to the block,
they get that green
Known to put a hole through a nigga's
shoulder soon as the beam glow
Probably graze you in the face,
give me a break
I'ma rapper, out here to stay,
don't make me do what I say
Just let me say what I do
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Cause I'ma put it in a rhyme, every time,
about to spray up your crew
And I ain't lickin' off
shots to warn 'em
Just a pop swift to the dome,
on the real "G- Unit" nigga, glock and all this
So believe I'm not the one
when it get stupid in the booth
I told y'all with Rule it was
a gun in this bitch
Now I expose how scary
you niggas is
And when you want the bis
My brick city outlaws' a bury
you niggas
I'm so cool,
when I ain't doin' my numbers
Let the
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Okay, motherfuckers when
Verse 6
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the bounce
came to your waist
And shells get to droppin'
You better duck,
and get up poppin'
Don't get left with the cops
Gangsta, yeah, put that work in
Put a nigga dick in the dirt
Lace shots to the face
Hopin' it shut case, John Doe
Unidentified, I always hit 'em high
when I dump and let it fly
Now once with 45 nigga I had a picture
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on top of the coffin
Verse 7
Murder Inc. bosses
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The life, the life (the life, the life)
Whether your Blood
or cause we all gangsta
The life, the life (the life, the life)
Whether it's dope or coke
we all slang drugs
The life, the life (the life, the life)
Whether your hoein' or stuck up,
we're still gon' fuck
The life, the life (the life, the life)
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Niggas don't want it with us,
cause it's Murder
Verse 8
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Okay you hard as fuck
But when the slug hit,
you dead if your name ain't armored truck
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Murder Inc., Outlawz and the Floys is here
Bang, bang, shoot 'em up, cowboys
is near
Stampedin' anythin' in our way,
we'll attract war
If your smart you'll slide over
like handicap doors
I ain't a killer, I just spark a lot
So when I squeeze I'm turnin'
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your whole block to a parking lot
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Understand I'm the grimy Floy
Wanna trip to death then try me for it
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Crazy since '94, that's why cats don't
hang around me like Chinese stores
One step ahead of you,
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get more guys
You strapped with four
fours, we pack four fives
Fuck talk get the chalk out
You'll be lucky if your able
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to crawl or walk out
Verse 9
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I'm in the pop life
So when I pop up in your life,
and I pop twice
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Get down, I spits more than rounds
And niggas bleed heavier than
hoes on they period
This sound gotta movin'
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"Faster Than Furious"
But nah I ain't Ludacris
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I'm here to let y'all niggas
know I ain't new to this
Gun butt your bitch
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That's the way I get down,
believe my style is Murder
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Clap a nigga,
dipped and hide the burner
The rule to learn ya bomb ya
like embalming fluid
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Until your limbs feel a loss of movement
In the hospital in critical livin'
Must minimal (who done
it?) it's Murder
Yeah, that's subliminal
Who gets down and bangs with nothin'
but criminals (c'mon, c'mon)
Rule nigga you know it,
these others cats is pitiful
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Bein a rap God is spiritual
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Your God is Ja Rule nigga let's not
Verse 10
get it confused, haha
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The life, the life (the life, the life)
Whether your Blood or cuz
we all gangsta
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The life, the life (the life, the life)
Whether it's dope or coke we
all slang drugs
F#
The life, the life (the life, the life)
Whether your hoein or stuck up,
we're still gon' fuck
The life, the life (the life,
the life)
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Niggaz don't want it with us,
cause it's Murder
The life, the life
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