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Album: Rule 3:36
Featuring: Tah Murder, Black Child & Dave Bling

[Tah Murder (Dave Bling)]:
Money ain't never been nothing
I hit the block if this shit get ugly
And it ain't never been in my heart to let the niggas thug me
Hit the dealer and cop a drop, if the eyes is buggy
And pull up in front of the spot cause the mami's love me
(It's gangsta)
Yeah and ain't no nigga gone match me
Stocky, chubby nigga, voice real raspy
I see you real flashy
(But that ain't gon' last nigga)
Pop fire off shots
(And that's your ass nigga)
It's war now that's why I keep the four with long nozzle
600 bad bitch on it, holding down the throttle
And fuck that beef shit cause some beef won't die
And some niggas will say they gangsta, but they won't rise
So why it's hard for you to decide, I'll let it fly
Forty shots hit your ride up
Hit the tropics and hide up under palm trees to white sand
Everything is a price man
You snipe when bullets are piping hot when
It's you flesh, it begin warming you now
(Die, motherfucker, die)
Cause I'm tired of warning you

[Black Child (Dave Bling)]:
Yeah, we hear now
(Die, motherfucker, die)
Don't get scared now
(Die, motherfucker)
Black Child, I'm off parole
It's Murda now in a hood near you
About to burn it down
Word to God
It feels like I'm from every hood
Cause when you ghetto you're ghetto
WIth gats, you good sell cracks
If you could bust your gat
When you should, it's from my blacks
From the brick back to Inglewood
We eat together, nigga
Fuck the crossroads, in this world
My flow is another lost soul
My shit sounds like shots from a four pound
For the bitch clowns
It's war now
It's all about paper, that's my issue
Fuck peace, you can have a piece of the pistol

[Chorus x2]:
Everybody gon' die, but nobody want dead
(Die, motherfucker, die)
It's your life
Everybody wanna live, but they wanna live scared
(Die, motherfucker, die)
That's your life

[Ja Rule]:
Niggas know the truth
Rule raises the roof
Cause I pop more shots than Abdul
Rauf and when the concludes
I bring closure to the situ'
Come through
Squeeze eight out the stolen black Pinto
Niggas know my mental
Killed or be killed, head for the hills
But don't never slide down it if you to high ground it
Uh
Is how it sounded, two shots through and silence
And one nigga stripped of his talents
New fucking Yiddy City, the sex and violence
Where first time offenders, get floated to the island
And one time give a nigga one time breath
Wrong, and a nigga have a blown mind
I blow lines
Like and addict
Bust guns and erratic shine
Blind like karats
Rules above average
Me and this music make a marriage
So I the thee wed
Til I'm either jailed or dead
Motherfuckers, feel me niggas

[Chorus]

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