LRC歌词
Yeah my ni**a Rule, Hussein Fatal
The outlaw don in this piece motherf**ker
I want to welcome y'all niggaz back to the streets (it's alright!)
You's confused for a minute but here we are
My ni**a Cad in this motherf**ker
I got my niggaz man, them bricks (finish b**ch!)
Ride out ni**a
Uh, yeah
[Break - Ja Rule (Hussein Fatal talks over Break)]
The life, the life (the life, the life)
The life, the life (the life, the life)
The life, the life (the life, the life)
[Verse 1 - Ja Rule]
Yo, what up world, it's Rule public enemy number one
It's cool, my new best friend is my pistol
And anybody that want it or got jewels run it
And end over your head, don't make me gun butt it
Do you like Manolo, put two in your stomach
And flash the burner on b**ches like stacks of hundreds
I'm livin my life (my life), what gets better than ice in hell
When you cookin up coke to sell
It be the little statistics, some pictures, some prints
Some informants to get the operation pitched
We enormous, some would say the "Inc." is "Murderous"
You don't want us to strap up and bang the strip
But if need be, we'll bang out like Bloods and Crips
Styrofoam the noozles and extend the clips
Murder meets gangsta sh*t
And all my niggaz that live it from hood to hood bang to this, ni**a
[Chorus #1 - Ja Rule]
The life, the life (the life, the life ...)
Whether your Blood or cuz we all gangsta
The life, the life (the life, the life ...)
Whether it's d**e or coke we all slang ***
[Verse 2 - Hussein Fatal]
I'm the street's poster child
I'm supposed to wile
With the toast I'm foul
My Murder Inc. mob money, Oprah style
From here back to the block, they get that green
Known to put a hole through a ni**a's shoulder soon as the beam glow
Probably graze you in the face, give me a break
I'ma rapper, out here to stay, don't make me do what I say
Just let me say what I do
Cause I'ma put it in a rhyme, everytime, about to spray up your crew
And I ain't lickin off shots to warn 'em
Just a pop swift to the dome, on the real "G-Unit" ni**a, glock and all this
So believe I'm not the one when it get stupid in the booth
I told y'all with Rule it was a gun in this b**ch
Now I expose how scary you niggaz is
And when you want the bis
My brick city outlaws' a bury you niggaz
I'm so cool, when I ain't doin my numbers
Let the ...
[Verse 3 - Caddillac Tah]
Okay, motherf**kers when the bounce came to your waist
And shells get to droppin
You better duck, and get up poppin
Don't get left with the cops
Gangsta, yeah, put that work in
Put a ni**a dick in the dirt
Lace shots to the face
Hopin it shut case, John Doe
Unidentified, I always hit 'em high when I dump and let it fly
Now once with 45 ni**a I had a picture on top of the coffin
Murder Inc. bosses
[Chorus #2 - Ja Rule]
The life, the life (the life, the life ...)
Whether your Blood or cuz we all gangsta
The life, the life (the life, the life ...)
Whether it's d**e or coke we all slang ***
The life, the life (the life, the life ...)
Whether your hoein or stuck up, we're still gon' f**k
The life, the life (the life, the life ...)
Niggaz don't want it with us, cause it's Murder
[Verse 4 - James Gotti]
Okay you hard as f**k
But when the slug hit, you dead if your name ain't armored truck
Murder Inc., Outlawz and the Floys is here
Bang, bang, shoot 'em up, cowboys is near
Stampedin anythin in our way, we'll attract war
If your smart you'll slide over like handicap doors
I ain't a killer, I just spark a lot
So when I squeeze I'm turnin your whole block to a parking lot
Understand I'm the grimy Floy
Wanna trip to death then try me for it
Crazy since '94, that's why cats don't hang around me like Chinese stores
One step ahead of you, get more guys
You strapped with four fours, we pack four fives
F**k talk get the chalk out
You'll be lucky if your able to crawl or walk out
[Verse 5 - Ja Rule]
I'm in the pop life
So when i pop up in your life, and i pop twice
Get down, I spits more than rounds
And niggaz bleed heavier than hoes on they period
This sound gotta movin "Faster Than Furious"
But nah I ain't Ludacris
I'm here to let y'all niggaz know I ain't new to this
Gun butt your b**ch
That's the way I get down, believe my style is Murder
Clap a ni**a, dipped and hide the burner
The rule to learn ya bomb ya like embalmin fluid
Until your limbs feel a loss of movement
In the hospital in critical livin
Must minimal (who done it?) it's Murder
Yeah, that's subliminal
Who gets down and bangs with nothin but criminals (c'mon, c'mon)
Rule ni**a you know it, these others cats is pitiful
Bein a rap God is spiritual
Your God is Ja Rule ni**a let's not get it confused, haha
[Chorus #2]
The life, the life [echo]
The outlaw don in this piece motherf**ker
I want to welcome y'all niggaz back to the streets (it's alright!)
You's confused for a minute but here we are
My ni**a Cad in this motherf**ker
I got my niggaz man, them bricks (finish b**ch!)
Ride out ni**a
Uh, yeah
[Break - Ja Rule (Hussein Fatal talks over Break)]
The life, the life (the life, the life)
The life, the life (the life, the life)
The life, the life (the life, the life)
[Verse 1 - Ja Rule]
Yo, what up world, it's Rule public enemy number one
It's cool, my new best friend is my pistol
And anybody that want it or got jewels run it
And end over your head, don't make me gun butt it
Do you like Manolo, put two in your stomach
And flash the burner on b**ches like stacks of hundreds
I'm livin my life (my life), what gets better than ice in hell
When you cookin up coke to sell
It be the little statistics, some pictures, some prints
Some informants to get the operation pitched
We enormous, some would say the "Inc." is "Murderous"
You don't want us to strap up and bang the strip
But if need be, we'll bang out like Bloods and Crips
Styrofoam the noozles and extend the clips
Murder meets gangsta sh*t
And all my niggaz that live it from hood to hood bang to this, ni**a
[Chorus #1 - Ja Rule]
The life, the life (the life, the life ...)
Whether your Blood or cuz we all gangsta
The life, the life (the life, the life ...)
Whether it's d**e or coke we all slang ***
[Verse 2 - Hussein Fatal]
I'm the street's poster child
I'm supposed to wile
With the toast I'm foul
My Murder Inc. mob money, Oprah style
From here back to the block, they get that green
Known to put a hole through a ni**a's shoulder soon as the beam glow
Probably graze you in the face, give me a break
I'ma rapper, out here to stay, don't make me do what I say
Just let me say what I do
Cause I'ma put it in a rhyme, everytime, about to spray up your crew
And I ain't lickin off shots to warn 'em
Just a pop swift to the dome, on the real "G-Unit" ni**a, glock and all this
So believe I'm not the one when it get stupid in the booth
I told y'all with Rule it was a gun in this b**ch
Now I expose how scary you niggaz is
And when you want the bis
My brick city outlaws' a bury you niggaz
I'm so cool, when I ain't doin my numbers
Let the ...
[Verse 3 - Caddillac Tah]
Okay, motherf**kers when the bounce came to your waist
And shells get to droppin
You better duck, and get up poppin
Don't get left with the cops
Gangsta, yeah, put that work in
Put a ni**a dick in the dirt
Lace shots to the face
Hopin it shut case, John Doe
Unidentified, I always hit 'em high when I dump and let it fly
Now once with 45 ni**a I had a picture on top of the coffin
Murder Inc. bosses
[Chorus #2 - Ja Rule]
The life, the life (the life, the life ...)
Whether your Blood or cuz we all gangsta
The life, the life (the life, the life ...)
Whether it's d**e or coke we all slang ***
The life, the life (the life, the life ...)
Whether your hoein or stuck up, we're still gon' f**k
The life, the life (the life, the life ...)
Niggaz don't want it with us, cause it's Murder
[Verse 4 - James Gotti]
Okay you hard as f**k
But when the slug hit, you dead if your name ain't armored truck
Murder Inc., Outlawz and the Floys is here
Bang, bang, shoot 'em up, cowboys is near
Stampedin anythin in our way, we'll attract war
If your smart you'll slide over like handicap doors
I ain't a killer, I just spark a lot
So when I squeeze I'm turnin your whole block to a parking lot
Understand I'm the grimy Floy
Wanna trip to death then try me for it
Crazy since '94, that's why cats don't hang around me like Chinese stores
One step ahead of you, get more guys
You strapped with four fours, we pack four fives
F**k talk get the chalk out
You'll be lucky if your able to crawl or walk out
[Verse 5 - Ja Rule]
I'm in the pop life
So when i pop up in your life, and i pop twice
Get down, I spits more than rounds
And niggaz bleed heavier than hoes on they period
This sound gotta movin "Faster Than Furious"
But nah I ain't Ludacris
I'm here to let y'all niggaz know I ain't new to this
Gun butt your b**ch
That's the way I get down, believe my style is Murder
Clap a ni**a, dipped and hide the burner
The rule to learn ya bomb ya like embalmin fluid
Until your limbs feel a loss of movement
In the hospital in critical livin
Must minimal (who done it?) it's Murder
Yeah, that's subliminal
Who gets down and bangs with nothin but criminals (c'mon, c'mon)
Rule ni**a you know it, these others cats is pitiful
Bein a rap God is spiritual
Your God is Ja Rule ni**a let's not get it confused, haha
[Chorus #2]
The life, the life [echo]
文本歌词
Yeah my ni**a Rule, Hussein FatalThe outlaw don in this piece motherf**kerI want to welcome y'all niggaz back to the streets (it's alright!)You's confused for a minute but here we areMy ni**a Cad in this motherf**kerI got my niggaz man, them bricks (finish b**ch!)Ride out ni**aUh, yeah
The life, the life (the life, the life)The life, the life (the life, the life)The life, the life (the life, the life)
Yo, what up world, it's Rule public enemy number oneIt's cool, my new best friend is my pistolAnd anybody that want it or got jewels run itAnd end over your head, don't make me gun butt itDo you like Manolo, put two in your stomachAnd flash the burner on b**ches like stacks of hundredsI'm livin my life (my life), what gets better than ice in hellWhen you cookin up coke to sellIt be the little statistics, some pictures, some printsSome informants to get the operation pitchedWe enormous, some would say the "Inc." is "Murderous"You don't want us to strap up and bang the stripBut if need be, we'll bang out like Bloods and CripsStyrofoam the noozles and extend the clipsMurder meets gangsta sh*tAnd all my niggaz that live it from hood to hood bang to this, ni**a
The life, the life (the life, the life ...)Whether your Blood or cuz we all gangstaThe life, the life (the life, the life ...)Whether it's d**e or coke we all slang ***
I'm the street's poster childI'm supposed to wileWith the toast I'm foulMy Murder Inc. mob money, Oprah styleFrom here back to the block, they get that greenKnown to put a hole through a ni**a's shoulder soon as the beam glowProbably graze you in the face, give me a breakI'ma rapper, out here to stay, don't make me do what I sayJust let me say what I doCause I'ma put it in a rhyme, everytime, about to spray up your crewAnd I ain't lickin off shots to warn 'emJust a pop swift to the dome, on the real "G-Unit" ni**a, glock and all thisSo believe I'm not the one when it get stupid in the boothI told y'all with Rule it was a gun in this b**chNow I expose how scary you niggaz isAnd when you want the bisMy brick city outlaws' a bury you niggazI'm so cool, when I ain't doin my numbersLet the ...
Okay, motherf**kers when the bounce came to your waistAnd shells get to droppinYou better duck, and get up poppinDon't get left with the copsGangsta, yeah, put that work inPut a ni**a dick in the dirtLace shots to the faceHopin it shut case, John DoeUnidentified, I always hit 'em high when I dump and let it flyNow once with 45 ni**a I had a picture on top of the coffinMurder Inc. bosses
The life, the life (the life, the life ...)Whether your Blood or cuz we all gangstaThe life, the life (the life, the life ...)Whether it's d**e or coke we all slang ***The life, the life (the life, the life ...)Whether your hoein or stuck up, we're still gon' f**kThe life, the life (the life, the life ...)Niggaz don't want it with us, cause it's Murder
Okay you hard as f**kBut when the slug hit, you dead if your name ain't armored truckMurder Inc., Outlawz and the Floys is hereBang, bang, shoot 'em up, cowboys is nearStampedin anythin in our way, we'll attract warIf your smart you'll slide over like handicap doorsI ain't a killer, I just spark a lotSo when I squeeze I'm turnin your whole block to a parking lotUnderstand I'm the grimy FloyWanna trip to death then try me for itCrazy since '94, that's why cats don't hang around me like Chinese storesOne step ahead of you, get more guysYou strapped with four fours, we pack four fivesF**k talk get the chalk outYou'll be lucky if your able to crawl or walk out
I'm in the pop lifeSo when i pop up in your life, and i pop twiceGet down, I spits more than roundsAnd niggaz bleed heavier than hoes on they periodThis sound gotta movin "Faster Than Furious"But nah I ain't LudacrisI'm here to let y'all niggaz know I ain't new to thisGun butt your b**chThat's the way I get down, believe my style is MurderClap a ni**a, dipped and hide the burnerThe rule to learn ya bomb ya like embalmin fluidUntil your limbs feel a loss of movementIn the hospital in critical livinMust minimal (who done it?) it's MurderYeah, that's subliminalWho gets down and bangs with nothin but criminals (c'mon, c'mon)Rule ni**a you know it, these others cats is pitifulBein a rap God is spiritualYour God is Ja Rule ni**a let's not get it confused, haha
The life, the life
The life, the life (the life, the life)The life, the life (the life, the life)The life, the life (the life, the life)
Yo, what up world, it's Rule public enemy number oneIt's cool, my new best friend is my pistolAnd anybody that want it or got jewels run itAnd end over your head, don't make me gun butt itDo you like Manolo, put two in your stomachAnd flash the burner on b**ches like stacks of hundredsI'm livin my life (my life), what gets better than ice in hellWhen you cookin up coke to sellIt be the little statistics, some pictures, some printsSome informants to get the operation pitchedWe enormous, some would say the "Inc." is "Murderous"You don't want us to strap up and bang the stripBut if need be, we'll bang out like Bloods and CripsStyrofoam the noozles and extend the clipsMurder meets gangsta sh*tAnd all my niggaz that live it from hood to hood bang to this, ni**a
The life, the life (the life, the life ...)Whether your Blood or cuz we all gangstaThe life, the life (the life, the life ...)Whether it's d**e or coke we all slang ***
I'm the street's poster childI'm supposed to wileWith the toast I'm foulMy Murder Inc. mob money, Oprah styleFrom here back to the block, they get that greenKnown to put a hole through a ni**a's shoulder soon as the beam glowProbably graze you in the face, give me a breakI'ma rapper, out here to stay, don't make me do what I sayJust let me say what I doCause I'ma put it in a rhyme, everytime, about to spray up your crewAnd I ain't lickin off shots to warn 'emJust a pop swift to the dome, on the real "G-Unit" ni**a, glock and all thisSo believe I'm not the one when it get stupid in the boothI told y'all with Rule it was a gun in this b**chNow I expose how scary you niggaz isAnd when you want the bisMy brick city outlaws' a bury you niggazI'm so cool, when I ain't doin my numbersLet the ...
Okay, motherf**kers when the bounce came to your waistAnd shells get to droppinYou better duck, and get up poppinDon't get left with the copsGangsta, yeah, put that work inPut a ni**a dick in the dirtLace shots to the faceHopin it shut case, John DoeUnidentified, I always hit 'em high when I dump and let it flyNow once with 45 ni**a I had a picture on top of the coffinMurder Inc. bosses
The life, the life (the life, the life ...)Whether your Blood or cuz we all gangstaThe life, the life (the life, the life ...)Whether it's d**e or coke we all slang ***The life, the life (the life, the life ...)Whether your hoein or stuck up, we're still gon' f**kThe life, the life (the life, the life ...)Niggaz don't want it with us, cause it's Murder
Okay you hard as f**kBut when the slug hit, you dead if your name ain't armored truckMurder Inc., Outlawz and the Floys is hereBang, bang, shoot 'em up, cowboys is nearStampedin anythin in our way, we'll attract warIf your smart you'll slide over like handicap doorsI ain't a killer, I just spark a lotSo when I squeeze I'm turnin your whole block to a parking lotUnderstand I'm the grimy FloyWanna trip to death then try me for itCrazy since '94, that's why cats don't hang around me like Chinese storesOne step ahead of you, get more guysYou strapped with four fours, we pack four fivesF**k talk get the chalk outYou'll be lucky if your able to crawl or walk out
I'm in the pop lifeSo when i pop up in your life, and i pop twiceGet down, I spits more than roundsAnd niggaz bleed heavier than hoes on they periodThis sound gotta movin "Faster Than Furious"But nah I ain't LudacrisI'm here to let y'all niggaz know I ain't new to thisGun butt your b**chThat's the way I get down, believe my style is MurderClap a ni**a, dipped and hide the burnerThe rule to learn ya bomb ya like embalmin fluidUntil your limbs feel a loss of movementIn the hospital in critical livinMust minimal (who done it?) it's MurderYeah, that's subliminalWho gets down and bangs with nothin but criminals (c'mon, c'mon)Rule ni**a you know it, these others cats is pitifulBein a rap God is spiritualYour God is Ja Rule ni**a let's not get it confused, haha
The life, the life
