| Two two-nine and seventy-six, get off my dick, niggas I’m born
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| The future problem’s, kickin and carryin on
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| Cause I got blood in my lungs and can’t breathe, just conceived
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| And a nigga already fixin to leave
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| This ungodly world — and to think, I got a baby girl
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| To raise, in this deadly era of AIDS
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| Just yesterday we were slaves, and good friends
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| Now that we got ends that don’t meet niggas we will meet again
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| I wanna know why, the shit gets said
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| The shit gets wrote, the shit gets read, motherfuckers get fed
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| I shed a tear for my rider, cause thugs cry
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| And the truth’ll shatter niggas pride like cold lies
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| Can I live? |
| Dog, why you wanna stop the Rule from risin?
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| And I G for me, surprise and growl
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| At the young that you called a liar
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| Now I’m the king of this jungle, no more denyin
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| Talk to the iron if you wanna holla, I’ll pop at you
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| Probably, piercin your bone when you poppin your collar
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| Cause this is, pain over love, my style’s brain on drugs
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| Yo' style’s can’t catch up to Rule niggas whassup?
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| Motherfucker
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| When the gun blows, and the shots fall
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| When the smoke clears, we’ll be right here
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| Screamin murder (murda!) Know it’s murder (murda!)
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| Murder (fuck y’all!) We’ll be right here (you hear?)
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| When the gun blows (c'mon!) and the shots fall (c'mon!)
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| When the smoke clears (murda!) we’ll be right here (murda!)
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| Screamin murder (yeah!) Know it’s murder (yeah!)
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| Murder — we’ll be right here — cause it’s. |
| MURDER!!!
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| Yeah. |
| yeah.
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| M’uhfuckers y’all want problems, c’mon, I’m the nigga to give 'em
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| Niggas don’t want none of the Rule they know how hard I’m hittin
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| Why should I bother with 'em, when they ain’t touchin what I’m doin?
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| I’m takin this rap game, to levels that’s unhuman (c'mon niggas)
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| I’m a beast, with animalistic, intentions
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| And the best of y’all niggas is honorable mentions
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| Standin next to I-N-C, niggas
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| Y’all fear we, rap’s first organized crime family
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| Sellin more records than dope, these days apparently
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| Got bitches on both coasts, we don’t fuck sporadically
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| How you gon' handle me? |
| I’m pushin your pill
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| Crossin 'em over, shoot from the corner, three mill'
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| I’m the franchise deal that bust hotter than burners
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| Y’all niggas want it come and get it
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| But just know motherfuckers it’s — MURDER!!!
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| When the gun blows, and the shots fall
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| When the smoke clears, we’ll be right here
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| Screamin murder — know it’s murder
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| Murder — we’ll be right here
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| When the gun blows, and the shots fall
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| When the smoke clears, we’ll be right here
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| Screamin murder — know it’s murder
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| Murder — we’ll be right here — cause it’s. |
| MURDER!!! |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dial M For Murder, artist - Ja Rule. Album song Pain Is Love, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп