[Ja Rule]
Gotti, here we go again, yo

Two two-nine and seventy-six, get off my dick, niggas I'm born
The future problem's, kicking and carrying on
Cause I got blood in my lungs and can't breathe, just conceived
And a nigga already fixing to leave
This ungodly world and to think, I got a baby girl
To raise, in this deadly era of AIDS
Just yesterday we were slaves, and good friends
Now that we got ends that don't meet niggas we will meet again
I want to know why, the shit gets said
The shit gets wrote, the shit gets read, motherfuckers get fed
I shed a tear for my ride or die, cause thugs cry
And the truth'll shatter niggas pride like cold lies
Can I live? Dog, why you want to stop the Rule from rising?
And I G for me, surprise and growl
At the young that you called a liar
Now I'm the king of this jungle, no more denying
Talk to the iron if you want to holla, I'll pop at you
Probably, piercing your bone when you poppin' your collar
Cause this is, pain over love, my style's brain on drugs
Yo' style's can't catch up to Rule niggas whats up?
Motherfucker

[Chorus: Ja Rule]
When the gun blows, and the shots fall
When the smoke clears, we'll be right here
Screaming murder (murder!) Know it's murder (murder!)
Murder (fuck why y'all!) We'll be right here (you hear?)
When the gun blows (c'mon!) and the shots fall (c'mon!)
When the smoke clears (murder!) we'll be right here (murder!)
Screaming murder (yeah!) Know it's murder (yeah!)
Murder, we'll be right here, cause it's, murder!

[Ja Rule]
Yeah, yeah,
Motherfuckers why y'all want problems, see man, I'm the nigga to give 'em
Niggas don't want none of the Rule they know how hard I'm hitting
Why should I bother with 'em, when they ain't touching what I'm doing?
I'm taking this rap game, to levels that's unhuman (c'mon niggas)
I'm a beast, with animalistic, intentions
And the best of why y'all niggas is honorable mentions
Standing next to I-N-see, niggas
Why y'all fear we, rap's first organized crime family
Selling more records than dope, these days apparently
Got bitches on both coasts, we don't fuck sporadically
How you goin' handle me? I'm pushing your pill
Crossing 'em over, shoot from the corner, three mill'
I'm the franchise deal that bust hotter than burners
Why y'all niggas want it come and get it
But just know motherfuckers it's, murder!

[Chorus]

Writer : ATKINS, LORENZO, FYFFE, VEST, DE YOUNG
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group