Ja Rule Lyrics

Ja Rule Lyrics

"Survival of the Illest 2 Intro Lyrics"

HOW MANY MOONS Lyrics
(Paul Cotton) How Many Moons How Many Moons Has it been since I've seen your face Seems like forever Seems like I'll never Ever get back to that place Where it all began and the time just ran on through How Many Moons must there be before I see you? How many days

Yo, yo, let it go nigga!
What, niggas wanna motherfuckin play games?
What? Fuckin faggot, we gon play games nigga
Yeah, Ja Rule, yeah it's Def Jam nigga
Uh, it's top dog motherfucker

[Verse 1]
How many niggas, gon chop the blow?
How many bitches, gonna L-O, get naked for dough?
Uh, so many questions, y'all answer this
What's your hustle? And who the fuck you represent?
When you got in the game? And where was I when you was playin?
Why the love lost? Remember son, you got put on
Like (..?..) had you layin, flippin heron
When you got greedy, I let em know to remain calmChristmas In Your Arms Lyrics
CHRISTMAS IN YOUR ARMS Writers Bill Anderson, Steve Wariner RECORDED BY ALABAMA All my friens are asking me where I plan to spend the holidays People seem to celebrate the season in so many different ways Some go where the weather's freezing cold while others like it warm I don't care
> Who you are's on the strength of my arm, and I believe
You wouldn't deceive top dog supreme team
How and why would you try to fuck us? On the real
When and where was you goin with all a that fish tail?
Nigga when you was wack and broke who boost sales?
Who purchased the L for you to roll with chrome wheels?
Can you believe the inconsideracy of some cats?
You give em a deal, they want plaques
Now if I'm wack, would I be wrong? I'm just askin
Cuz when I bag em I'm a make him breath through the plastic

Fuckin faggot! Yeah, Ja Rule nigga, Ja Rule, yeah

[Verse 2]
Ja's in a stan
New York, New York Lyrics
[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 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) (
still, cuz niggas fail to realize
This killer instinct in my eyes, ain't to be tried
Nor denied, the fact that I sat back and watched a lotta wack
niggas earn plaques
Congratulations, I ain't hatin
Just know my LP's in the makin
Currently waitin to holla at the nation
This world ain't ready for me
My personal thought and questions
The Gods study lessons while the weak count they blessings
Cuz money's a must, not a preference
Use my resume as a reference and gain all acceptance
You wonder why, I, disease like cancer
Cuz you ask the questions I got answers, beeyatch

Yeah,
You Told Me Lyrics
(Sheek ad libbing) [Sheek] Now you can quote me on this I bust my gun Also quote me on this I handle my biz I knew it was my house when Run was sayin it was his I aint lyin Aint no cords or no steam in this iron But it is a permanent press Have these 38 shells spray st
it's Def Jam niggas, recognize
Fuck, niggas ain't playin no games
All my niggas, Kev Louds, Keyser Soze
Haha, yeah, uh, yo, can't forget my nigga
Chris Lighty, Irv Gotti
We out, fuck y'all niggas
Survival of the Illest beeyatch
Rocafella, hahaha
Ahhaha, yeah, y'all niggas thought it was through?
Volume 2, Survival of the Illest, Def Jam niggas
DMX, It's Dark and Hell is motherfuckin Hot, in stores now
Onyx, Shut Em Down, in stores now
Def Squad, El Nino, in stores Junes 30th
It's Survival of the Illest mu'fuckas
Volume 2, thought you knew
Baby we kill em all



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