(Don't hate me) Cuz I done made this world what it's done to me

[Ja Rule]
Niggaz, if I could pledge my allegiance to the, United Ghettoes
of the Emerica, go on sell ya drugs
Cuttin taxes for strippers and thugs
It's all good, room for mayor in all hood and as well I should
I make it publicly desmist understood
When they caught me gettin high in the back of the ho-tel
Was you freakin them ho's?
Well, I just say I was gettin a lil head but so what
Bill and Hillery stay for them stills
That's a down ass bitch for ya
Wash em with some soap and water
And return them dirty bra's to their rightful owner
Now that's creep shit
One over one, I got this broad on the one-o-one
She's botherin, so don't even come up in here
Cuz shes contious, no nonsense
She like to choke on the dick, and the lungs on the constant
Gettin the W1's you church girl
Proda stant, it's aiight ma you rollin wit the Inc.

[Chorus]

[Young Life]
Yeah I'm here can you tell?
Mo' niggaz livin, livin in ?? in Emerica
I'm never gonna feel, Nigga I'm tellin ya
Young Life is a compeditor
And is into real my niggaz headed up hill
I'm lettin you know shit's real
I came into the game copped a deal
Aimin to get this shit still
It ain't been a minute I ain't been high
And I haven't handled my buisness
How I been fuckin you bitches right
Yeah you witnesses my life
Imperial night, in the ghetto holdin my medal tight
Still, in Emerica
Remilitary is terror nigga holds his medal
Of his never be availible
That easy I'm a editor, restin up with the best of em
Minds of them bitches that stress givin em hard sex
I'm set for life, the lightin ho's that write
And hit the mic, not over night
You get the gift to be the best of something like
(Enough in Emerica) Young Life is comin home

Motherfuckers prepare to die

[Chorus]

[Chink Santana]
Niggaz hit that crack houses hustlers and hoes
No youngins up on the corners nigga smokin them bones
I'm rattin away wit knots comin up, what's no pills?
That's why they'll find your ass slumped in the blacks of ville
But still, I spot that paper Jo, Blowin my weed
And ain't a thing a mother need is gotta be me
But now days these lil youngins rollin on E
And a nigga that supplyin that is who runs the streets
Now look, this ain't no crack day
I gotsa come up on the stash and get back man
Cuz I done witness all this shit that they say them ho's do
Fuckin wit X, like finger fuckin that hot glock
While she swallow her tit
But real, there nigga want his dick sucked?
Bitches is why bitches turn that rehold into a intrick (It's pimp shit)
No limp dick, just a gangsta fuck
Why the murder put some major bust biatch

[Chorus]

Welcome to Emerica...

"Rock Star"

Yeah, hehe
[Ja imitating guitar] Eh, uh, uh - here we go
Yea, yea
Murder Inc, uh, uh - classic shit
Yea y'all

I'm a rock star bay-bayyyyy (yea)

[coughs] Fuckin with these niggaz! [laughs]
Yeahhh, yea, yea, uhh

[Chorus: Ja Rule]
I'm a rock star bay-bayyyyy
If they could only, read my mind
I'm a rock star bay-bayyyyy
If they could only, hear my cries
I'm a rock star bay-bayyyyy
If they would only re-alize
I'm a rock star bay-bayyyyy, hey hey

Only if they could live my life

[Ja Rule]
Said a nigga was RAISED up in the streets (yea mama I'm a thug)
And nuttin is stoppin for me (except for myself)
Is the Lord in me? (You and everyone else)
God please shine down on me
I'm not the only nigga that prays every day for forgiveness
This life is makin me substance abusive
The media always wants the exclusive
Well here it is - FUCK 'EM ALL - baby cause they're useless
Sometimes I feel all I need is my music
It fuckin sets me free, and let me breathe
Cause my niggaz ain't leavin they blood on the streets
for they kids not to eat, and they kids not to eat
REVOLUTION! Pick a side and draw heats
And may the best man hold his head on these here streets
Cause in life and in music I'm poised and I'm focused
And the world should take notice

[Chorus]

[Ja Rule]
Underworld ties, is where my heart lies
They do the drama, makin songs like "Ol' Blue Eyes"
that make the whole world sing..
It's alright if you don't understand me, it wasn't meant to be
Cause it's hard enough for me to fight for what I believe in
Than have to look in the mirror and see demons
Now everybody's talkin rhyme over reason
My only reason for rhymin is cause I bleed it
Here come the leeches; they gettin paid
off my talent, my love, my pain - am I a slave?
Bein cursed in my own brain
For this life I embrace and I praise
A nigga stuck in his ways
As the remix plays
Rule and J. Blige, "Rainy Days"
I think about life and music and how to stay focused
And the world should take notice

[Chorus]

[Ja Rule]
Hey, this is a message to mankind
I bust clearly you shoot blind, not in my right mind
Lord if you love me please throw up a sign
And take a nigga off the path of destroyin his life, and
This life we're livin the sign of the times
Where buildings take on planes, babies born with AIDS
And we all need change
So I became a rock star bay-bayyy (rock on)
Now they all gon' hate me (hate on)
But from the bottom of my heart I pray
That in life and in music the world stays focused
And I hope you all notice

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

"Destiny (Outro)"

[Ja Rule]
yea, yo - yo - yo - YO! - (yo) - Holla (Holla)
The Last Temptation, we comin' through now niggaz
s'the problem?, (the problem?) s'the problem?, (the problem?)
Always has been, hahaha, yo partna (yo partna)
Turn me up this bitch up in my mothafuckin' headphones and shit
C'mon, well let these niggaz know, (niggaz know)
Let it known...muh'afuckas y'all want war wit' the GOD
C'mon y'all know better, I put holes in ya leather
Re-knit your sweater, and I bet the flows wet her
Then notion front property - better come at me properly
Niggaz better off poppin' me - but I believe
Y'all scared ta clap from henis
In the fact I'm unpredictable, gives me the advantage
What the fuck, am I'm speaking spanish niggaz
What I got ta tell y'all in detail how we murder niggaz
Handle ya buisness, Tha Inc. is religious
Murders a sacrifice, throwing ends niggaz
That means Murda fa' life, and I'll die for that bread and black
That house wit' tha chedda stack, wit' smiles in my kids face
What could replace this, this lil' nigga here
The coming grimce wit' death, ta taste it
My airs thick and filled wit' hatred
Surprise of that look in my eyes, but don't be
I'm just following the foots of the Lord, then thank me
If I go crazily insane, I'ma blame it on the world
Look what I became, 'cause they ain't give me all the fame
and the money mayne, maybe an I-con
So the world can catch a nigga wit' his lights on
That's the pros and con, ya never quite free
So just gimme a lil' room so I can breathe
And my pain goin' be the death of me
But to be loved is my destiny, My black peep...
yea (yea) - we out (we out) Holla (Holla - Holla - Holla)

"Murder Intro"

I'm about to be on some real murder shit
eh i'm telling you man any nigger that ever looked at me
wrong ous me money who ever said any jelous
bullshit about me is fuckin dead
you undersant what the fuck i'm sayin eh thay fuckin dead

"The Life"
(feat. Hussein Fatal, Caddillac Tah, James Gotti)

[Intro - Hussein Fatal - talking]
[woman - harmonizing in background]
Yeah my nigga Rule, Hussein Fatal
The outlaw don in this piece motherfucker
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 nigga Cad in this motherfucker
I got my niggaz man, them bricks (finish bitch!)
Ride out nigga
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 bitches 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 shit

Murder meets gangsta shit
And all my niggaz that live it from hood to hood bang to this, nigga

[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 dope or coke we all slang drugs

[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 nigga'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" nigga, 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 bitch
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, motherfuckers 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 nigga 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 nigga 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 dope or coke we all slang drugs
The life, the life (the life, the life ...)
Whether your hoein or stuck up, we're still gon' fuck
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 fuck
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
Fuck 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 bitch
That's the way I get down, believe my style is Murder
Clap a nigga, 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 nigga you know it, these others cats is pitiful
Bein a rap God is spiritual
Your God is Ja Rule nigga let's not get it confused, haha

[Chorus #2]

"Clap Back"

[Intro - Ja Rule]
Yeah, yeah.. haha yeah!
I gotta get my headphones
All my gangsta niggaz is in the building on this one!
You know! Yeah yeah ya know
It's real!! Hussein what's happ'nin nigga?
I see you, aight Shadow what's poppin BLAT!!
Haha haha, yeah my nigga O-1 in the motherfucking house
Jody in the house (Jody Mack!)
My nigga Cadillac, Gotti what up!?!
Blackchild what up!?!
I'd like to welcome all my niggaz
To the world famous Murda Inc. Show
Big shout to all my Queens niggaz in Staten Island
Niggaz in Uptown, niggaz in Brooklyn niggaz
All my Bronx niggaz yeah, all my Jersey niggaz! you know?
We doing it real big right here! all my money niggaz
This shit commentated on the one's and two's!
They call me the Mighty Rule! how ya living?
This real shit we talking
I wanna ask all my gangsta niggaz a real question (holla back)