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