Show me that you got me daddy

[Ja Rule]
I got you ma, workin in New York City
It's Satuday Night Live, and I'm hot so bear with me
Plus a little tired from the time zone switches
But right on time to hit a club for a minute
I get in and get a table, get bottles, some bitches
come over, they claimin they models
Until they want a drink they ain't even know who I was
Until I took my hat off, and then they started backin that ass up
Whoa! She did this dance with her hands up
Then she touched her toes and made my thing stand up
Type of chick that'll have a nigga in handcuffs
Taste but don't swallow, look but don't touch
Forbidden, not to be eaten, but she is
feedin me rotten apples that fall from the tree
Why don't we leave, just us three, and get acquainted
Mama I'm just playin - but I'm sayin

[Chorus]

[Ja Rule]
I got you ma, I'm in L.A., I'm the latest
Caught the last flight in from JFK
Baggage claim sign read R-U-L-E
Takin me straight to the party so I can get started
Rubbin on bitches like full body massages
And takin dead aim on all open targets
Soon as I walk in I see the one
that I wanna be humpin, bouncin, and grindin on
Her lowrider sit low, you can see her thong
And she like to get low on her favorite songs
I'm like don't stop, get it get it, let me get up on it
Let me see how bad you really want it
like, them cold nights when you're hot and lonely
Give me your pager, pick up a phone and call me
I was thinkin that maybe we could have an orgy

Mama I'm just playin - but I'm sayin

[Chorus]

[Ja Rule]
I got you ma, and Miami's the scene
Filled with fast women when they stop intervene
Tanned up and their walk is mean
I don't wonder how she got in, I want her out of them jeans
It seems, me and my team got a routine habit
Of gettin rid of sweaters as soon as we snag 'em
In the club, gettin high, relaxin
I see a few asses that's pacin backwards my way
The DJ spinnin it backwards
Givin shouts to actors, athletes and rappers
Now, let's get it crackin, you know how it happen
After the party there's an afterparty happenin
(Let's get this party started)
Ain't that what you said, or am I hearin things?
Is you drunk, cause you look like you swerve in both lanes
Mama I'm just playin - but I'm sayin

[Chorus]

[Ja Rule]
I got you ma, y'know
Whenever, Murder INC
Flex-in

"R.U.L.E."

[Intro]
Yeah (yeah)...Yeah (yeah)..
You Know (you know)...Lets (lets)...Go (go)...[laughter]
Yeah (yeah)...Yeah...WHUTS MY NAME?!

[Chorus]
They cool but they ain't R.U.L.E.
They do, but dont do it like me
Nobody, nobody, Does it Like R.U.L.E.
They do but dont do it like me
Nobody, nobody, Does it Like R.U.L.E.

[Verse 1]
Nobodys livin life the way that I live it
Nobodys spittin and doin it, I spit it
But who fuckin admitted
I'm one of the bigger biggest of niggaz that done did it
Been hated and delt wit it, when agents tap in my lyrics
So by the time that they hear it, the crime's already committed
Natural Born Killa, but that I'm already and then
Murdah was the case, but I-N-C's been aquitted
The Agency's gettin livid, They wanted us to be finished
But we got unfinished business, Sned God as my witness
This is another testimony to my life and my story
Askin you hoes, Why should I talk when I got guns to speak for me
Dont come at me homie, Especially tryin to act like you know me
Only if you can control me, Know where you been choosen befor me
To sit in ya grave, homie dig it, I'm hearin its lonely, But see
Nobody...Does it...Like Me! And they know it they cant spit it the same

But still they try, cuz thats part of the game, WHUTS MY NAME?!

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
These niggaz incredible, throughout the ghettos of America
People, see these window I see through
Off they mirror they evil, jealous bullshit that men do
Had I known it was you, there'd be no clue on who done killed you
Like when Kane murdahd Able, Niggaz must have been able
To put caine through they nasals, They so high they see angels
I see life from all angels, tangled, webs and weaves
Now niggaz is able to kill like Kane all over the streets
100 degrees Ferenheite, hot as the hottest summer night
Heatin up desperatly in the need of some ice, I'm nice
Nobodys quite like, flow like rare blood types
I be wrong if I'm right, right if I'm wrong, I was the RULE born
When my legacy is left through my boys maiden name live on RULE
Niggaz is foolish tryin to do whut I do, Cuz see
Nobody...Does it...Like me! And they know it they cant do it the same
But still they try, cuz thats part of the game WHUT MY NAME?!

[Chorus]

"True Story (Skit)"

True fuckin' story I swear on my mothers eyes
The greatest fuckin' come back ever
Fuckin' bottom of the ninth right 3 balls 2 strikes
2 outs bases loaded...
Whitie Hurss on the mount I dont know some fuckin' kid
This fuckin' kid comes up I fuckin' put my drink down
Fuckin' look up the fuckin' ball goes over the green monster
You hear what I'm tellin' you
I swear on my mothers eyes
True fuckin' story

"Caught Up"
(feat. Lloyd, Alexus)

[Ja Rule Intro:]

Word to mother to my nigga Buck 3000 on the boards!
Holla back!
They be killing it know what I mean big boy!
Know what I'm sayin Ayo!
Ayo Jodi!
Hey you can tell somebody to go downstairs to the car and she get that bottle of Vouth
Out the back of the back for me baby I needa get right before I do dis hea!

Haaaaaaaaaaaa

[(Chorus) Lloyd and Alxeus]
Why me and you
Had to meet, talk, fuck and get caught up
What we been through
It's enough to get any man
Caught up
I'm feelin you
And I'm feeling we should both be free
If we were through

Just imagine what life be without me

[Ja]
Mami, I put my best foot forward though it's kinda awkward
Cuz ya pigeon-toed and bold-legged.
But you ain't too proud to beg.
First time we got alone, you gave me some head.
And been callin me ever since
To do it again.
When we met you was a seventy straight with a ten
And I am ya lucky quarter
And the days get shorter the nights get longer
You know when the weather is cold Feelings grow stronger
Wanna perform her pussy feel like walking pneumonia
Got me Snifflin, Sneezing, Coughin, and Aching and shit.
And I'm startin to think I'm fallen in love with this bitch.
I'm having dreams about her jeans and how they fit.
And the Ervingeoffrey Baby Tee.
And she's wearing my name already
So you know she's fuckin me.
I'm a G like dat but for you I fell backwards

The only question I ask myself is.

[Chorus 1X]

[Ja]
Why me?
Beta yet why
You and I?
Why I always pick the ones not in they right minds
And crazy.
Singing dangerously in love this a dangerous broad I'm fuckin
Like Al is the Scent of a Woman
That got me playin hardball
Like ya'll couldn't.
Excuse my intruding.
I don't mean to be rude
But our situation is kinda amusing.
Cuz we both like each other
But scared of each other.
I's like we more than friends
And less than lovers.
And my niggaz can't tell us
What we been doin is wrong
And ya girls getting jealous
Cuz we been getting along.
Hold on!
This is how it all begins
You call your friends
I'll call my friends.
We'll all be friends
And hang out at the mansion
At the Hamptons on weekends.
Then it all ends.
And the question is

[Chorus 1X]

[Lloyd]
Have you ever been touched like I touch ya?
Been held like I hold ya?
Been loved like I love ya?
Be Free.
Be Free.
Have you ever been seen like I see ya?
Been heard how I hear ya?
Been felt how I feel ya?
Be Free.

Be Free.

[Ja]
Girl ya my (Sunshine)
But sometimes it gets a little cloudy
Don't it?
Them sunny days
See the sunrise
And wish that it could hit yaFace it.
I'd be great
To get up every morning
To eggs and steak.
But you can't be late
So we separated on good terms
And no ones concerned
About who ya been fuckin
And who ya fucked last.
But when I see ya still my question to ask is.

[Chorus 2X's]

"Gun Talk"
(feat. Blackchild)

[Chorus]
Well bitch niggaz get you of the grind, nigga grab the nine and
Well fake niggaz try to cop the style, cop the 40 cal then
Well if you don't like the way its going down, nigga grip the pounding
And if there's more than one that got the gold, grab the cal keep going

[Verse 1 - Ja Rule]
Real talk, the inc about to run New York
Cause there's no real niggaz left to hold the torch
Who gon' hold us of, cause you don't read newspaper's nigga
Lt Ja tell it, that's murder inc boy's, that's real killers
Money laundering, tax avaid and drug dealers
Backed by chemical grit, you can't be serious
We just niggaz getting money, fucking all the bitches
And life and death between a matter of inches
You know
That fo' four that handle his buisness
Like capital game, reload and hit them with intrest
Damn
What so gangsta about these niggaz
Now I got the full speed niggaz, led
Leave them dead over prayers, or head
Cause we done fucking these same bitches
And you know they talk, and the pillows be my witness
My forgiveness
Niggaz can't be this stupid
It's gun talk, niggaz better get used to it

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Blackchild]
I dont' care if you're a criminal or a cop, shoot or get shot
I'm raised by the plot, product of the hater
The gauge and the glock, and I keep a blade
I ain't afraid if it pop, the gauge still a gun
Married muder one, sleep with the fishes
Tasting red rum, young and corrupted
Nothing to fuck with, straight out of the gutter
With no introduction
Our role models is forced with the hollows
Fuck slothes the swallow the fifth a holla
The whitness and the polla
Weed twisting ganja
Load up the clip's and flip the corner
They Morner, be morners stay gunner
We gangster, gangster point and blank ya'
Thank ya'
Niggaz keep me in the mood
To eat a nigga food
I murder with real bombs

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Ja Rule]
The nine the cal the pound of coke, niggaz
The weed the dope the E' the coke, niggaz
The gauge is mine, that's all I know
I've been doing this since 9 6, the oldies know
This tough load, the 3 8 o's, I let my hoe's hold
Keep it in them working, In case I'm legal searching
They got worship god, and trust the gun
Ask for your forgiveness, and send niggaz up
Fucking stick niggaz up, these bitch niggaz touch
It's all about violence, real niggaz is silenced
And know these niggaz whoes guns got low mileage
Got ducked taped, all tied up in their houses
I'll make you watch while I fuck the spouse
This, ain't buisness, it's personal, gun talk
when I holla your the first to know
How many hoes, and how much blood has been lost of

[Chorus]

Yeah
Murder INC
We riding here motherfuckers