Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Niggas & Bitches, artist - Ja Rule. Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Niggas & Bitches |
| Nigga Terry what’s goin on nigga |
| Let me talk to 'em for a minute (Murder Inc. bosses in the building) |
| Yeah, haha |
| Niggas! |
| Grip the iron and keep it cocked |
| Bitches! |
| Work your clit keep that pussy hot |
| Cause it’s all about the benjamins and nobody ain’t doin it like us |
| C’mon what y’all want? |
| Niggas! |
| Grip the iron and keep it cocked |
| Bitches! |
| Work your clit keep that pussy hot |
| Cause it’s all about sex, money, and murder |
| Bitches that burn ya, niggas with burners |
| Cocked and let go! |
| Fuck all y’all motherfuckin bitch ass niggas |
| I’m talkin to whoever wanna be ridin my dick |
| And you know your gon' get it as hot as I spit it |
| It’s the Rule and nobody wanna be bothered with |
| If I hit 'em in every direction with four fifths |
| Will expend like 45's with compact discs (c'mon) |
| It’s a disappointment to see niggas flip on Rule like they double jointed |
| When I’m one of rap’s anointed |
| Who else used to order it all on the dick |
| Like when I come through with spinners on the six |
| And got bitches bouncin like Ronnie in Tricks |
| But some whores in this game really don’t make sense |
| Bomb roof and vehicles and clonin Ems |
| But when bullets go through your film, we break your limbs |
| A horror show, yeah picture this |
| Cause I guess you can’t see it, it’s Murder again |
| Rule I fuck with bitches in Manolos and thick Louie Vuitton logos |
| Cause I don’t love these hoes |
| I’m above and beyond everything that your seein |
| And I’m the only real nigga left rappin this freakin |
| If I could be one of the seasons, you’d call me summer |
| The way I bang the heater out the back of the Hummer |
| The bull just move like runners from city block to city block |
| Layin down the foundation for what’s really hot |
| Y’all niggas really not on my level (c'mon) |
| I’m like slugs when they pierce the metal, you see sparks (what) |
| My voice is a brush, they hear it it’s like art |
| And nobody can really tell the twins apart |
| I call one Nina, other one Santa Maria |
| I might roll up on your set, dump and lean ya |
| My bitch is cocked to bang men in Virginia |
| Don’t make me run up on ya, put a few in ya |
| Yeah, yeah, yo, Murder’s outlaw, that guess I get a city’s a broads |
| So I push the Porsche high and truck to court |
| Holla at the judge if the judge made a bad decision |
| I feel like the nigga that triggerin guns with mittens |
| It’s hard to get done, I’m hearin that security runs |
| Around 30K, if they don’t get hit with an AK |
| And found out that the security’s runnin another way |
| Like with me, it’s Murder, probably |
| If I could drop in to manslaughter get a bail and flee |
| Cause my downess says bitch up, let her handle the pick up |
| Snow cone the country leave no market untouched |
| Call me drugs if this is how they pushin us rafters |
| But I don’t do it cause I need it, I do it cause I want more |
| Definition is greed, I do it cause I want yours |
| And y’all niggas is teasin, y’all don’t really want war |
| But if you really do, your gonna need a lot more |
| Faggots, haha (Panna Banana what up) |
| Yeah, shout out to my nigga 01 (my nigga Holla, I see you baby) |
| Baby, you know what I mean? |
| My nigga Black Child (Joe, what up nigga) |
| Big Caddillac, my motherfuckin partner my brother |
| What up Gotti, you know how we gonna do these niggas |
| You ain’t got to pick up no mic either my nigga |
| I got this, I got these niggas Gotti |
| Holla back nigga (*laughing*) |
| Yeah, uh, yo my nigga Burns in the building |
| Blow somethin up nigga (*fades out*) |