(talking)
buck 89 on th boards
wut up buck
word to god
huessein wit fukin ja rule (ha ha)
like this good
a yo this a reality at
all the real niggaz in the bizz
& you know i like to call this "the wrap"
Verse 1 ja rule:
yeah yeah it's a wrap and any man that doont
wanna get clapped better not violate that cant
be shot down by chance i'm really advanced with
that blast cuz the fedz wont be a class with that clinging and clash plus wut cash is we cleanin it's all about the benjamins wut if its dirty than we rinsin it off & niggaz dont give a fuk
mobbed up an inch too bitches talkin shit ah bitch thats all new they say i wrap like the rythum in blues & wen i turn on the radio i hear yall niggaz rappin it too it's like baby can you give it to me now i'mma give it to you the same way that i gave it to proof the same way that we gave it to loose who put the bang bang bang useless niggaz cuz rule is the truth nigga sho'
uh oh uh oh uh uh uh oh hit em in retro it's a long time ago respect the inc. row wrap aloutht callabo just know that niggaz aint safe on the
glow & while the world grows its i.r.s vs. inc. i'm still wishin yall was r.i.p can i live were i d.i.e murda inc. bosses count yall loses
Verse 2 fatal huessein:
now before they start runnin lips
i just thought i should warn this mutha fukaz
it's a hole in there ditch & i know he got 1 on his hip but i got the drop & outside rule drops
all it take is a shot and money for bailin see aint no more sells of that i i'm pac wen i'm not
they told me jay's print is runnin south & i'm the beast from the east that will come & put a
hole in ya mouth i make a bitch behave had to balld head my fukin crew switch the way its that quik slippin in bitch spit but hit fore ward from in the chest we go while they back flip we in this together bad weather rippin the storm they some dictionary rappers they just fit in the norm
i did it cuz i live through the cold the flow hit ya 6 up wit 60 seconds get ya whips up we spit beams to keep from weapons to ya coppers thats supposin a threat fire up the air theres some hoes in the threat to put a a hole in ya neck see i repp for tha 4 40 but im bound in the 5
i'm so cool niigaz take a visit say u remind me of an old school in da club postin snatchin with no jewels
Ja rule talkin:
ya know this is gangsta shit as the world turns
these bitches be runnin & hidin but i'm chasin ya mutha fukaz alla cross the globe out the back of bet out the back of clubs you aint poppin no bug in no mutha fukin club no were be honest with ya self b u fukin clowns yall niggaz is fukin clowns
yall aint goin no were i'm right here nigga i'm right here huntin yall mutha fukin its a wrap
a yo this nigga 50 this nigga runnin around sayin i got shot 9 times i got shot 9 times i want yall niggaz to be fukin sympathetic a ya 50 pull ya skirt down b a niggaz is gettin shot everyday b
you tought ha ha ha yeah murda inc. we out