Ja Rule - Exodus (Intro)Lyrics

In case you don't know the call me Loc, short for L O K I I'm speck for rule saying his last goodbye This is Exodus, this been a hell of a ride From Vinni Venni Vicci to Blood In His Eye In the next plan in time I've seen the rock split In the ride it?s as rough as the ride gets And you know that they all want to murder The Inc But they can't kill us and now we got to finish these niggaz And if finish it means murder (Murder, murder, murder) ([Unverified]) So be it Last that I recall, they tried to murder the God mimic my style Then leave them in memory of But smile, some memories lost, the new identity was born And no, this ain't a movie, dog This is murder (Murder, murder, murder) And you need a second for me Yo Gotti, I make the hits, you just give me the nod But the air play the gun, play from New York to L.A. The S.K's will make these niggaz spin like Pirelli's We 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 wire The only difference is the vengeance is taking us in real life Now, everybody wanna look at us and think twice And point there fucking fingers like damn the bad guys why?all nigga?s don't know, we them niggaz, man Murder INC we done bin through it all done n seen it all There ain't nothin' you can tell me, nigga I just wanna let y'all know man I've been through so many things N if it wasn't for the way I live life Would a nigga pray every night to Christ? Jesus I'm just asking 'Coz my prayers never seem to get answered Ma mama didn't raise no bastard I was born with the talent you can't touch I call magic, you call it music once it get remastered I got with Gotti started makin' classics It?s murder, it?s the courses of traffic Trust was my only niggaz force of habit At the time in the game everything was average Pac catches die, big catches die And my nigga had a plan to keep Def Jam alive First he sign D then he sign me Then he introduced Jay and the rest is history Thanks for the memories, thanks for the misery Reminiscin' the Spike Lee them was the school days We graduated with A's But these niggaz make you wanna bring out the are's and AK's And till they back up 'coz that what they gave us When they read the vendikas and various papers But no heart, no foul y'all, niggaz is funny style anyway Now, we go hard shit till the edge that's a good question though, see I don't understand Why they would think what they thinking about It's just not the case though I love my niggaz that's all I'm guilty of And that all that I ever was guilty of is the love for my niggaz It's all good though I ain't stressing that shit man Sometimes God has to put you through things That bring out the best, very in who you are nigga Sam said it to me, he said, "Sometimes greatness Is not what you accomplish, it's what you overcome" Still breathin', feel me?