Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Furious , by - Ja Rule. Release date: 31.12.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Furious |
| Yo, uh |
| Rule nigga |
| Ja Rule. |
| 01 |
| Uh |
| Yeah, it’s our world, please believe |
| Niggas ain’t real, please believe |
| It’s murda, please believe |
| I-N-C, niggas what’s fuckin with me? |
| R-U-L-E. |
| love me or hate me, baby |
| Refer to 3:36, baby |
| That’s the rule, please niggas don’t get it confused |
| See this game that we playin', y’all playin' to lose |
| Who’s next that wanna ride (who?) |
| Spittin' (who?) how I do niggas (who?) |
| Knowin' they wanna ride (who?) |
| Rule baby, I’ve been really outta control lately |
| If you relatin' let me hear ya say, yay-yay, yay-yay |
| Y’all feelin' my pain? |
| I’ve been runnin' wild time and again |
| Y’all swerve in my lane, I’ll pull up and start poppin' ya brain |
| Fuck knowin' these broads names, extravagant champagnes |
| Y’all niggas is lame, my niggas ain’t sane |
| Who you fuckin' with? |
| Y’all niggas wanna dead (who?) then wanna ride (who?) |
| Y’all know them niggas who steady screamin' (Fuck you!) |
| It’s murda murda. |
| you know it’s murda murda |
| We scream it, we yell it, we livin' murda murda murda |
| Y’all ain’t feelin' (who?) y’all don’t like (who?) |
| Y’all know them niggas who steady screamin' (Fuck you!) |
| It’s murda murda murda, you know it’s murda murda |
| We live it, we breathe it, we screamin' murda murda murda |
| Murder INC. is my blood |
| We go through the pain together, by any means |
| Poppin' it hot at whoever, or so it seems |
| Niggas that getting hot, not this hot nigga very hot |
| See it in your eyes, niggas ready to die |
| But as long as I’m alive, I’m puttin' this on my life |
| For niggas that ain’t right, they get it upon sight |
| If ya know me, then you’ll no way, pop away |
| Cock and pop again, baby, men will be men |
| I spit off 10, fuck it give 'em the 16 |
| Like my guns dirty and hands clean |
| Loose bitches in tight jeans |
| Old money and crack fiends, was a fetish |
| Before Guliani got into office and deaded shit |
| Fuck it, I’m livin' my life on the edge |
| Got one in the head, plus a niggas Fed, 'nuff said |
| I’m gonna behead niggas that don’t believe this |
| Rule baby, 3:36 |
| Y’all niggas wanna dead (who?) then wanna ride (who?) |
| Y’all know them niggas who steady screamin' (Fuck you!) |
| It’s murda murda. |
| you know it’s murda murda |
| We scream it, we yell it, we livin' murda murda murda |
| Y’all ain’t feelin' (who?) y’all don’t like (who?) |
| Y’all know them niggas who steady screamin' (Fuck you!) |
| It’s murda murda murda, you know it’s murda murda |
| We live it, we breathe it, we screamin' murda murda murda |
| We are the world’s most dangerous niggas alive |
| All of my niggas bang with us and let’s ride |
| Motherfuckers want war but not many survive |
| 'Cause 50 shots tearin' through the side of ya ride |
| 'Cause we are (murderers) |
| Muthafucka you heard, playa (murderers) |
| Poppin' collars in air |
| Poppin' shots through ya rearview |
| Bullets, they tear through |
| Got niggas wonderin' like,"What the fuck did I do?" |
| So niggas wanna go and get they man 'cause they can’t do this shit |
| Because they got no heart for this, bust a gun and body shit |
| Niggas like you probably snitch, do a nigga then get rich |
| Niggas like you always fit, 6 feet deep inside a ditch |
| There ain’t nothin' fuckin' with this, ya know why? |
| Nigga I just came into the game, «Ready to Die» |
| Ready to hold heat, drive-by with Rule |
| Poppin shots through the sunroof screamin', «Fuck You!» |
| Y’all niggas wanna dead (who?) then wanna ride (who?) |
| Y’all know them niggas who steady screamin' (Fuck you!) |
| It’s murda murda. |
| you know it’s murda murda |
| We scream it, we yell it, we livin' murda murda murda |
| Y’all ain’t feelin' (who?) y’all don’t like (who?) |
| Y’all know them niggas who steady screamin' (Fuck you!) |
| It’s murda murda murda, you know it’s murda murda |
| We live it, we breathe it, we screamin' murda murda murda |
| Y’all niggas wanna dead (who?) then wanna ride (who?) |
| Y’all know them niggas who steady screamin' (Fuck you!) |
| It’s murda murda. |
| you know it’s murda murda |
| We scream it, we yell it, we livin' murda murda murda |
| Y’all ain’t feelin' (who?) y’all don’t like (who?) |
| Y’all know them niggas who steady screamin' (Fuck you!) |
| It’s murda murda murda, you know it’s murda murda |
| We live it, we breathe it, we screamin' murda murda murda |