Текст (слова) песни: Ja Rule - Niggas And Bitches

[Intro - Ja Rule - talking]
Yeah ... ha, uh huh
You know how we do (were gonna do how we do)
Uh, uh, yo my nigga Cad whats hangin nigga (gangsta shit)
Nigga Terry whats goin on nigga
Let me talk to em for a minute (Murder Inc. bosses in the building)
Yeah, haha

[Chorus]
Niggas! Grip the iron and keep it cocked
Bitches! Work your clit keep that pussy hot
Cause its all about the benjamins and nobody aint doin it like us
Cmon what yall want?

Niggas! Grip the iron and keep it cocked
Bitches! Work your clit keep that pussy hot
Cause its all about sex, money, and murder
Bitches that burn ya, niggas with burners
Cocked and let go!

[Verse 1]
Fuck all yall motherfuckin bitch ass niggas
Im talkin to whoever wanna be ridin my dick
And you know your gon get it as hot as I spit it
Its the Rule and nobody wanna be bothered with
If I hit em in every direction with four fifths
Will expend like 45s with compact discs (cmon)
Its a disappointment to see niggas flip on Rule like they double jointed
When Im one of raps 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 dont make sense
Bomb roof and via Cals and clonin Ems
But when bullets go through your film, we break your limbs
A horror show, yeah picture this
Cause I guess you cant see it, its Murder again

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Rule I fuck with bitches in Manolos and thick Louie Vuitton logos
Cause I dont love these hoes
Im above and beyond everything that your seein
And Im the only real nigga left rappin this freakin
If I could be one of the seasons, youd 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 whats really hot
Yall niggas really not on my level (cmon)
Im like slugs when they pierce the metal, you see sparks (what)
My voice is a brush, they hear it its 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
Dont make me run up on ya, put a few in ya

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Yeah, yeah, yo, Murders outlaw, that guess I get a citys 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
Its hard to get done, Im hearin that security runs
around 30K, if they dont get hit with an AK
And found out that the securitys runnin another way
Like with me, its 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 dont do it cause I need it, I do it cause I want more
Definition is greed, I do it cause I want yours
And yall niggas is teasin, yall dont really want war
But if you really do, your gonna need a lot more

[Chorus - 2X]

[Outro - Ja Rule - talking]
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 aint 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]
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6 Feet Underground
Blood In My Eye (Feat. Hussein Fatal)
Bobby Creep (Skit)
Clap Back
Its Murda (Freestyle - Feat. Hussein Fatal)
Kay Slay (Skit)
Niggas And Bitches
Only Begotten Son
Race Against Time Ii
Remo (Skit)
The Crown (Feat. Sizzla)
The Inc Is Back (Feat. Shadow Sekou 720 And Black Child)
The Life (Feat. Hussein Fatal Caddillac Tah And James Gotti)
The Wrap (Freestyle - Feat. Hussein Fatal)
Things Gon Change (Feat. Black Child Young Merc And Do Cannons)