[Ja Rule]
I represent Gangsta Shit
Niggaz that spent time on the brick for keys on the strip
Loadin my clips, givin ass niggaz the shits
Life's a bitch, gotta murda to get rich
And infamous, that's when the game gets deep
Gotta re-up, cop heat and hit the streets
Now the feds is buggin me, D.T. straight fucking me
The whole operation shook, bitches ain't loving me
No more, see, I gotta make a switch
Should I lay low or run wild and stick shit
Ran up a team, that's striclty dedicated to cream
It's time to go outta town and wash niggaz clean
For everything they got, leave nothing to spare
But the shells on the ground when that ass is shot
And once again it's hot, but this time there's a snitch
Thought he was dead when he got hit in state Mich.
Turn states to evidence, we on the run
Reprisentin all illegal drugs and guns
[Chorus]
Where all my gangsta niggaz at?
Supply the town with coke and Hen(Hennesey) and cuban contacts
We keep them coming back, plus the one's that copped crack
Raw cut, overdose off the feedback, alone
Intoxicated from the Cognac, charge that Al Capone suite to Ammex
Valley to Lex, that black hand is on deck
We rollin in, peelin notes off of G stacks, We Murderaz
[Verse2]
This fuckin life's got me feeling like a lefty
It's aight, I'll go hard, make sure this world don't forget me
It's like my game's virtual, based on reality
I'm speeding like a bullet at high velocity
You think you stopping me, I think not
Ain't too many who known to do it properly
I'm likely to get so high like Tony be, toasted bein free
And trip out occasionaly, you know
Cause it ain't nothing for me to touch you
But for you to touch Ja, yet to been pr
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