Ja rule – Exodus (outro)

In case you don`t know the call me Loc, short for L O K II`m speck for rule saying his last goodbyeThis is Exodus, this been a hell of a rideFrom Vinni Venni Vicci to Blood In His EyeIn the next plan in time I`ve seen the rock splitIn the ride it`s as rough as the ride getsAnd you know that they all want to murder The IncBut they can`t kill us and now we got to finish these niggazAnd if finish it means murder(Murder, murder, murder)([Unverified])So be itLast that I recall, they tried to murder the God mimic my styleThen leave them in memory ofBut smile, some memories lost, the new identity was bornAnd no, this ain`t a movie, dogThis is murder(Murder, murder, murder)And you need a second for meYo Gotti, I make the hits, you just give me the nodBut the air play the gun, play from New York to L.A.The S.K`s will make these niggaz spin like Pirelli`sWe had some good years but I`m tired and ya niggaz despierin`And trying to put the dalce to the fire, it`s like an episode of the wireThe only difference is the vengeance is taking us in real lifeNow, everybody wanna look at us and think twiceAnd point there fucking fingers like damn the bad guysY`all nigga`s don`t know, we them niggaz, manMurder INC we done bin through it all done n seen it allThere ain`t nothin` you can tell me, niggaI just wanna let y`all know man I`ve been through so many thingsN if it wasn`t for the way I live lifeWould a nigga pray every night to Christ?Jesus I`m just asking`Coz my prayers never seem to get answeredMa mama didn`t raise no bastardI was born with the talent you can`t touchI call magic, you call it music once it get remasteredI got with Gotti started makin` classicsIt`s murder, it`s the courses of trafficTrust was my only niggaz force of habitAt the time in the game everything was averagePac catches die, big catches dieAnd my nigga had a plan to keep Def Jam aliveFirst he sign D then he sign meThen he introduced Jay and the rest is historyThanks for the memories, thanks for the miseryReminiscin` the Spike Lee them was the school daysWe graduated with A`sBut these niggaz make you wanna bring out the AR`s and AK`sAnd till they back up `coz that what they gave usWhen they read the vendikas and various papersBut no heart, no foul y`all, niggaz is funny style anywayNow, we go hard shit till the edgeThat`s a good question though, see I don`t understandWhy they would think what they thinking aboutIt`s just not the case though I love my niggaz that`s all I`m guilty ofAnd that all that I ever was guilty of is the love for my niggazIt`s all good though I ain`t stressing that shit manSometimes God has to put you through thingsThat bring out the best, very in who you are niggaSam said it to me, he said, @Sometimes greatnessIs not what you accomplish, it`s what you overcome@Still breathin`, feel me?

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