ain't sane Who you fuckin' with? Ya'll niggas wanna dead (Who?) Then wanna ride (Who?) Ya'll know the niggas who steady screamin' (Fuck you) It's murda, murda, you
{Ja Rule} Yo {01} Yooo.. uh {Ja Rule} Rule nigga Ja Rule.. 01 {01} Uh {Ja Rule} {01} Yeah It's our world.. please believe Niggas ain't real.. please
Traduction: Ja Rule. Vas te faire encule.
: {Ja Rule} Yo {01} Yooo.. uh {Ja Rule} Rule nigga Ja Rule.. 01 {01} Uh {Ja Rule} {01} Yeah It's our world.. please believe Niggas ain't real.. please
WE RULE THE FUCKING LAND Smoke weed! Drink booze! We haven't time to lose Devious and underhanded...WE RULE THE FUCKING LAND Die by My Hand Rule The
(Ja Rule) Yo (01) Yooo.. uh (Ja Rule) Rule nigga Ja Rule.. 01 (01) Uh (Ja Rule) (01) Yeah It's our world.. please believe Niggas ain't real.. please
't know why I say these things But it's the reason why I sing my song [Verse 2:] If you ain't noticed I don't really give a damn This life's too hard to follow rules
in the Beamer before they released 'em to the Germans You prolly got the man you love wit you But wouldn't you rather have the Man above wit you? Can
my goverment boy I know you lovin it you layin with the badest chick now tell me can you handle it you certified I'm amazed by the things you do you
lookin' at me like I'm gonna have some sex tonight And yes I might if it's alright cause [Hook: x2] I got what you need If you lookin' for a trip escape
of this shit Don't bother steppin' up Dance dammit dance I rule Dance dammit dance I rule What I got you can't get from ya mama What I got you can't
with a shirt that say Don't you miss the fucking classics like purple rain You need something to cool you off Man, my beat like a bitch because you and
Joel Madden] Hey dad, I'm ok dad, that's what you say dad I never could obey dad You would have bad days dad And you would make me pay dad Make me feel
play your rules I make my own Tonight I'll do what I want Cuz I can You know I'm rare You stop and stare You think I care I don't You talk
man of the south you can call em hellron 1017 brick boys made some lepchrons [Verse 6: Frenchie] F.R. are you... cussin out by you Free niggas in the
I'll just miss you right after I hit you and then go fuck yo friends Then you'll be ready to committing suicide and then I'll never speak to you again
music, writin my first rhyme again You say you feel like you're floatin, well I'm floatin too Everybody's leavin, now you know it's time for you and Z
