Ja rule – First degree

Da franchise-Uh, {chuckles}Ey yo chris man, what you think these niggaz was thinking man? Fuck y`all niggaz thinking, man? ain`t 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 waistDon`t let this young nigga decieve you,If you want beef then tell me where to meet youI`ll 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 meI`m trying to make sure, niggaz want none of meYou just don`t know what these streets have done to me, what`s become of meI was raised in a world so cold it`s numbened me, I`m so dirty I`m filthyI done scared so many niggaz, it`s gonna take a scared nigga to kill meIf it`s murda, drugs, guns or related to thugz I`m guilty(chorus) x2Ja rule-It`s 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 y`all sometime niggaz, boy, you gon speak to the fourCause you`se a sometime thug, sometime seeking the lawI`ma seek to you it you breathe no more, when we crash the door

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