Ja Rule Lyrics
Ja Rule Lyrics
"New York Lyrics"
An Old Man's Lament Lyrics
[music: Goth, lyrics: Goth] Since my first glimpse of the sun my hands have been stained in blood The foulest deeds I have done, rejoiced in torture and mayhem But since my first glimpse of the sun I've been broken torn and done Trauma upon trauma, no mercy given no mercy shown I have done terrible things, but also great ones I have been the tool of evil yet goodness I have always known Often have I believed that goodness is what I've served The
[music: Goth, lyrics: Goth] Since my first glimpse of the sun my hands have been stained in blood The foulest deeds I have done, rejoiced in torture and mayhem But since my first glimpse of the sun I've been broken torn and done Trauma upon trauma, no mercy given no mercy shown I have done terrible things, but also great ones I have been the tool of evil yet goodness I have always known Often have I believed that goodness is what I've served The
[Ja Rule]
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New York (New York)
I got a semi-automatic that spits next time funcking
if you talk (you talk)
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New York (New York)
I got a semi-automatic that spits next time if you talk (you talk)
(And I know)
[=Ja Rule]
Yall niggas is pussy, poonani, vagina
Your Monologue's getting tired, now it's time to ride
You're print distrified, you're no longer desired
So take off them silly chains, put back on your wire
(I'm on fire) holly dipped in octane
Let east coast bang, let west coast bang
And Rule gonna bring the ghetto gospel
To every hood possible, pushin through in the sky blue
Back with the gods you now, preferably the four pound
Slugs flyin at the speed of sound
Tryin to catch the ears of niggas that's runnin their mouths
I might get my Brooklyn niggas to run in your house
I don't really understa
Can't Keep A Good Man Down Lyrics
i thought it was forever i thought it would last i gotta try to make it a page of my past you didn't even say goodbye when you slammed that door now i'm lying here alone in what once was our bed trying to forget all the cruel words you said the radio is playing what once was our favorite song enough is enough i won't take anymore i'm picking myself up off the floor 'cuz you can't keep a good man down i'm gonna dress up in the finest clothe
nd what the runnin's abouti thought it was forever i thought it would last i gotta try to make it a page of my past you didn't even say goodbye when you slammed that door now i'm lying here alone in what once was our bed trying to forget all the cruel words you said the radio is playing what once was our favorite song enough is enough i won't take anymore i'm picking myself up off the floor 'cuz you can't keep a good man down i'm gonna dress up in the finest clothe
But we're hunters, we take pride in airin our prey out
Leavin em layed out, dead, just for sport
Cuz we ain't playin up here in New York
[Fat Joe]
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New York (New York)
And you can tell the way the homie spit, that nigga, I'm from New York (New York)
I got a hundred ways to make a grip, yes, I'm from New York (New York)
And you can tell I get real ignorant, cuz nigga, I'm from New York (New York)
(And this is how we do)
[Fat Joe]
Nigga I can see the coke in your nose
This ain't a movie, even he got his head blown on the globe
And I was just about to find God
But now that Mase is back, I think I'd much rather find a menage
And everybody talkin crazy how they're AK spit
But we know this investigatin, and they ain't spray shit
Not me, I'm the truth homie, got the industry shook like
"Naw nigga, Joe gonna let em loose on me"
Yeah Y-Yeah Once again Bucktown USA is the place where I rest Should I say chill 'cause there ain't no rest for me yet Shit, I can't say chill .cause the property's hot Got to get it while the gettin' could be got or get not 'Cause of those who cop block, or those who get not Spillin' beans like a cook to them crooked ass cops To all my G's don't snooze 'Cause they crews in blues and whites Comin' to the PJ's lookin' for fights Mr. Officer cool d
Even Roy Jones was forced to "Lean Back"
My nigga Dre said grind cook
Now we killin them hard niggas, who said I must of found Pun's rhyme book
Got bitches on top of the Phantom
And the pinky got bling, like the ring around Saturn
Cook coke, crack, niggas fiend for that
And you already know the x is where the team be at
[Jadakiss]
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New York (New York)
Ruff Ryde, and D-Block and shit, nigga fuck what you thought (you thought)
And you can't take shit for granted, because life is too short (too short)
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New York
(Aha! And this is how we do)
[Jadakiss]
I swear it couldn't be sweeter, life's a bitch
Depending on how you treat her, you might get rich
It's guaranteed you gonna die, you might get missed
For maybe two or three hours, til they light their spliffs
And
Real Men Lyrics
Take your mind back - I don't know when Sometime when it always seemed To be just us and them Girls that wore pink And boys that wore blue Boys that always grew up better men Than me and you What's a man now - what's a man mean Is he rough or is he rugged Is he cultural and clean Now it's all change - it's got to change more 'Cause we think it's getting better But nobody's really sure And so it goes - go round again But now and
that coke will get you a long timeTake your mind back - I don't know when Sometime when it always seemed To be just us and them Girls that wore pink And boys that wore blue Boys that always grew up better men Than me and you What's a man now - what's a man mean Is he rough or is he rugged Is he cultural and clean Now it's all change - it's got to change more 'Cause we think it's getting better But nobody's really sure And so it goes - go round again But now and
But when I let em know the dope is out, it's like America Online
Wise has awoken
And you know they say that you deserved it whenever you die with your eyes open
I still hold the title, cuz I'm in the hood like them low motorcycles
Stick up kids, hoppin out with them old rifles
Just doin shit for nothin, it's so spiteful
Ha, I'm just like you
Word that niggas wanna murk you is in the air
A double shot of yak and the purple is in the air
And I'm not cocky, I'm confident
So when you tell me I'm the best it's a compliment
[Ja Rule, Fat Joe & Jadakiss]
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New York (New York)
And you can tell the way the homie spit, that nigga, I'm from New York (New York)
I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, nigga I'm from New York (New York)
I got a semi-automatic that spits next time if you talk (you talk)
(Aha! And this is how we do)