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Ja Rule - Nigguz Theme lyrics
f/ Black Child, Case [Case] (2X) It's plain to see You can't change me Cause I'm a be a nigga for life [Chorus: Black Child] For life we gonna be niggaz Fuck the world it's yours my niggaz Load the nine and blaze my niggaz [Ja] Yeah, cause I'm a nigga for life [Ja Rule] Who's that chipped out Twenty one year old, hot commodity Coming out of a bum deal lottery With a flow like sodomy Put it on your bitch ass quite properly I suggest you keep all eyes on me And don't sleep as it is I'm highly critique Pussy, money, murder it's part of my mystique You feelin me this here is one of Queens elite Predecessor of the street While you munch I eat JA's here The nigga you love but still fear I done been there done that Now nigga it's my year I can leave you on the clear view If you ain't yet clear Matter of fact if you breathin be glad you got air Shut the fuck up When grown folks are talkin you hear Or get your shit blown baby From mouth to ear Don't fear when you smoke weed and fuckin your wife Why? Cause I'm a nigga for life [Chorus] - repeat 2X [Ja Rule] Spare yourself the reality of an ass whippin What I'm givin when I be gettin tight and start flippin On your bitch ass niggaz that like formin a cipher Gates me hyper Want the real I'm a slice ya Light ya Ass up with sixteen or more slugs Comin from my snub nose bull dog Raw, to the core lets lay down some laws This is JA's house bow down or bring the war Motherfuckers Y'all don't want to touch what's hot Whatever it be mic, glock, drug spot Like a bitch you scared of life and takin chances And right now you showin more ass then an exotic dancer The answer is this, niggaz don't wanna touch JA is livin stronger then a fucking coke rush See on the streets we be killin niggaz like cash And you heard I.N.C. nigga it's murda [Case] (2X) It's plain to see You can't change me Cause I'm a be a nigga for life [Chorus] [Ja Rule] Nigga, I live among thoroughbreds, raised to blaze lead If you get shot play dead and put two in his head I'm known to pasteurize and criticize a nigga size Look him right in the eyes and leave him dead where he lies We come through mobbin like crips from Compton We're all in burners and sippin on gin, fuck flossin Nigga I'm burnin iron, and if you ain't buyin Then you're dyin, from denyin, I'm so inspirin To the youth, see I'm settin it straight Lettin them know never to step on nothin less then an eighth And the longer it takes, somebody is gonna die for it The "Streets is Watchin'" - Jigga warned you don't ignore it It's only niggaz holdin, go JAP and blow yen With the six double straight out of the pen Brandishin, steel for the ice Hioldin my dick, talkin shit, shootin dice A nigga for life So whatcha sayin is What the fuck is a nigga? Rob a bitch, slap a bitch All that shit [Chorus] - repeat 2X |
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