Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

Ja Rule, Uh

Shade and Irv Gotti

Niggas don't want none of this

[Ja Rule]

Ladies call me white Kane, pure as snow

Like cocaine, cutiepies powder they nose

I've been preaching to the stars

Ladies be livin real harder

A lot of icons, but consider me God

Born in the seventies

The eighties was growing wit time

Now it's two G nigga

And the world is mine

I was a smart nigga

Figured if he put me on the spot

Wit hot shit bubble me up till I rock

Come put me on the block

In a new form and new sound

For Ja Rule and I'm feeling like I'm too strong

I move on down to D.C., V.A.

And I even did as far as Californ-I-A

Come to shit

They fly, they float, they snort, they smoke

Hustle, bag and mope

For more

Down the freeway racing out of control, it's crazy

When you fucking wit Rule it's shady

[Chorus]

Niggas if you hustle and stick 'em

young
growing
seventies
gonna
going
fucked
control
light
freeway
flows
harder
right
freaks
better
figured
think
guards
similar
preaching
devil
crazy
again
cocaine
chorus
bitch
shade
christ
hustle
known
fucking
different
sweatin
around
icons
brain
block
yellow
flame
consider
bothered
breathing
cards
begotten
every
feeling
bubble
raise
night
blind
cause
alright
chain
chosen
bitches
chrome
rubber
wanna
ladies
livin
snort
never
stars
nicest
nigga
split
niggas
other
sound
lungs
powder
response
prices
quick
racing
sacrifice
smack
living
sides
strong
float
scary
screaming
fuckin
white
eighties
shady
smoke
running
smart
stick
still
being
strung
teams
though
through
world

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