Ja Rule - First Degree Lyrics
Da franchise-Uh, {chuckles}Ey yo chris man, what you think these niggaz was thinking man?***** yall niggaz thinking, man? aint no violators except us manWhy these niggaz trying to violate shit without us man huh?I told these niggaz man a piece of the pie come in the gameWe want in man, franchise want inI love niggaz who talk drama till the gun is stuck in they faceScreaming for they mama,Left with three in the dome three in the chest and waistDont let this young nigga decieve you,If you want beef then tell me where to meet youIll bring so much heat, one side of the earth will melt, then step offBitty boppin, chain rockin, notch in my belt,My niggas rock raw and stick barrel styleNiggas mouth till they catch lock jaw,I got plans to spend a million and moreBefore I hit a million and four, before death,Pull a gun on me squeeze one in meIm trying to make sure, niggaz want none of meYou just dont know what these streets have done to me, whats become of meI was raised in a world so cold its numbened me, Im so dirty Im filthyI done scared so many niggaz, its gonna take a scared nigga to kill meIf its murda, drugs, guns or related to thugz Im guilty(chorus) x2Ja rule-Its murda, we gon leave you in, niggaFranchise gonna fill you wit lead, niggaNo more crying over spilled bloodThrow yo gunz if you a real thugUhhYo, you see yall sometime niggaz, boy, you gon speak to the fourCause youse a sometime thug, sometime seeking the lawIma seek to you it you breathe no more, when we crash the doorIts not a game, pesci dont laugh no more, black tahoeStashing the door, fitting beautful in itA nigga jinxed so theres a urinal in it, on the belt do the usual limitYou know, double five, heading to l.i to buckle the piesBefore I die I want you speakers to bleed my nameCafe, weed leaky k, franchise three of the sameI let my niggaz hit this man, cause aint nuttin but xs on my hitlist, manAnd Im a buisness man in the city, dont force the kidIm a gangsta once I cross the bridge and I toss yo wigFrontin niggaz, dont fake for meCause for them cakes Im running in yo bakeryIts murda(chorus) x2Ey yo my niggaz stay on the job and if theres any drama involvedWe grip shotguns, maddex are the ones that revolveSee me hoppin out a gray 5, dope in the trunkAnd enough coke to have these blocks open for monthsWhen I pop up, niggaz better head for the hillsAct up and you gon see how many headsll get killedStarter for war, dog Im holdin plenty of gunzNiggaz come home to find a bomb taped to they sonBunch of violent niggaz taking your onesWent from copping a bird now we cop em by the tons, ya heard?I down henny till my vision is blurredShit Im only trying to live it up, get high and drunk till I hurlType of nigga thatll bag up yo girl and twist herI got no love for these niggaz and these ***** ass niggazHatin me cause they wish they had it like meIm from brooklyn and Im glad to be (brooklyn!)Its murda(chorus) x2
