Ja Rule - The WrapLyrics

Buck 89 on the boards, what up buck Word to god, Hussein, what up nigga Haha, life is good, a yo It's a reality that, all the real niggas Have to smash on the bitch niggas And you know I like to call this the wrap, hehe, yeah, uh, yeah It's a wrap and any men that don't wanna get clapped Better not violate the camp, get shot down by chance I'm real advanced with that cock and blast Cause the feds wont look back, for cleaning cash What cashes we cleansing, it's all about the Benjamins, what If it's dirty then we rincing it off You niggas don't give a fuck, mobbed up in h2s Niggas is talking shit, aw bitch, that's old news They say I rap to rhythm and blues But when I turn on the radio, I hear y'all niggas rappin' it too He's like "baby can you give it to me" Nah, I'ma give it to you The same way that we gave it to proof The same way that we gave it to loose Put that bang, bang, bang to use nigga Cause rule's the truth nigga, for show Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-uh-uh-oh Hit 'em in retro, throwback like west 'paul Niggas wanna ball, but can't on the west coast Dre day's been dead a long time ago Respect the inc/row/rap-a-lot collabo' Just know that you nigga ain't save on the globe And while the world probes, I arrest verse i.n.c. I'm still wishing y'all the r.i.p. Can I live, for I d.i.e. I'm talkin', m.o.b, murder inc bosses Count your losses [fatal hussein] Now before they start runnin' they lips I thought I should warn these motherfuckers, there's a gun in this bitch And I know he's got one on his hip But I got the drop, and outside, rule got the drops All it takes is a cock and a pop Money for bail, ain't seeing no more sales Instead, I'm poppin' on yahts They told me j.prince runnin' the south And I'm beast from the east, that'll come and put a gun in your mouth I got bricks for days, dicks to make a bitch behave Had to baldhead my shit threw, had to switch the waves Just that quick, slip and the mac spit, bladdat Four up in they chest and reload while they back flip We in this together, bad weather, rippin' the storm They some dictionary rappers, they just spittin' the norm You supposed to know the la costra nostra flow I did it, cause I lived it, you can quote the flow Hit your six up with sixteen in sixty seconds Get your whips up, we split beams, keep fifty weapons To you coppers that's posin' a threat Fire up the air, wholes in the tec To put a hole in your neck See I rep for the four forty but I'm about the five Ride by, blazin' out the five, nigga I'm so cool Bitches say, hizzy, you remind me of the old school In the club posted, snatching hoes with no jewels Nigga You know As the world turns, these bitch niggas is runnin' And hiding and shit (you know these motherfuckers be ducking' hidin') But I'm fucking chasin y'all fagots All across the globe (smashing they ass) Out the back of bet, out the back of clubs Nigga, you ain't poppin' bub in no motherfuckin' clubs, nowhere Nigga, be honest with yourself you fucking clowns You niggas is fucking clowns, y'all ain't gonna nowhere I'm right here, I'm right here, huntin' you'll motherfuckin' Bitch ass niggas down, it's a wrap niggas, it's a wrap niggas It's a wrap niggas, it's a wrap niggas A yo, this nigga, this nigga runnin' around talkin' about "I got shot nine times, I got shot" Want everybody to be motherfuckin' sympathetic A yo 50, pull your skirt down b, A yo, niggas get shot everday b, you tough? haha Yeah, murder inc shit, bitch ass nigga We out