JA RULE LYRICS - Wonderful
(feat. R. Kelly, Ashanti)
( Chorus )
( R. Kelly [ Ashanti ] )
If it wasn’t for the money, cars and movie stars and jewels
And all these things I got
I wonder, hey
Would you still want me (Want you)
Would you still be calling me (Still calling you)
You be loving me? (I’ll be loving you)
( Ja Rule )
Wanna keep you flawed with no dough
Pimpin ain’t easy
Trust me I know
When gangstas and hos
Go go go go go go together
Like chinchilla and bad weather
I’m good but been better
All my bros, chedda and glamorous things
Copped a few cars
A crib with a east and west wing
Cuz this is how i'm livin and yall women know the secrets
Of how to get it and keep it
How to prey on my weakness
It's the power of the p-u-s-s-y
Got a lotta niggaz wonderin it ain't just i
Gotta keep ya cash comin and that’s on my life
If it wasn’t for the money and the things I got
Shit, she probably wouldn’t like me
But I keep her and irv and jeffrey quite icy
Sip seraphin
Who doesn’t like me
And the murderous I-n-c
( Chorus )
( R. Kelly )
How many girls does it take to get to
Mack status
Player status
Pimps that get
Ya boy half rich fore we hit show biz
But show biz brought next level chicks
Pull them in them hot cars go and buy the whole bar nigga
I came from the dirt what you want me to say
Im at the top of the world and lifes a pussy buffet
And that’s why I get m-i-a
Shut the game down so the bustas cant play
Hell yeah I splurge money
Hell yeah I act funny
Look at you like fuck you
All the shit I been thru
It’s a wonder why im still here
Said I was gone but im still here
And all you bitches that left me here
Its mighty strange how you right back here..
( Chorus )
( Ja Rule )
I wonder why love is about money
And why wou wanna take it all from me
Honey
My life is dark but its lovely
Crimes cars cribs aint that right kelly?
(Oh oh oh oh oh oh!)
Yall bitches don’t know
Money aint a thang
Mami need a lil change
Girl im pitchin quarters
Closest to the arches but live in a fortress
New benzes new porsches
New cases new lawyers
im becoming the infamous notorious rule
Niggaz couldn’t walk a mile in my shoes
Niggaz don’t possess the heart that I do
And it’s a wonder that im still here
Thought I was gone but im still here
And all you bitches that left me here
Its kinda funny how you right back there..
( Chorus )
( R. Kelly )
Oh oh oh oh ohhhhh!
Oh oh oh oh!
( repeat till fade )
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( Intro - Ja Rule )
Yeah, yeah.. haha yeah!
I gotta get my headphones
All my gangsta niggaz is in the building on this one!
You know! Yeah yeah ya know
It's real!! Hussein what's happ'nin nigga?
I see you, aight Shadow what's poppin BLAT!!
Haha haha, yeah my nigga O-1 in the motherfucking house
Jody in the house (Jody Mack!)
My nigga Cadillac, Gotti what up!?!
Blackchild what up!?!
I'd like to welcome all my niggaz
To the world famous Murda Inc. Show
Big shout to all my Queens niggaz in Staten Island
Niggaz in Uptown, niggaz in Brooklyn niggaz
All my Bronx niggaz yeah, all my Jersey niggaz! you know?
We doing it real big right here! all my money niggaz
This shit commentated on the one's and two's!
They call me the Mighty Rule! how ya living?
This real shit we talking
I wanna ask all my gangsta niggaz a real question (holla back)
What do you do - when niggaz spit at you?!
( Chorus - Ja Rule )
Clap back, we gon' clap back!
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back!
(Let's take 'em to war niggaz!)
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back!
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back!
(Let's take 'em to war niggaz)
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back!
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back!
(Let's take 'em to war niggaz!)
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back!
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back!
(Let's take 'em to war niggaz)
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back!
( Verse 1 - Ja Rule )
Fuck if they holl'in about Rule nigga, here's the real
I'll pop ya top like Champagne bottles that chill
Wear nothing but ice, smiles tinted up to The Greatest
Tell em I'm nice too, plus push them nice grooves
The Inc roll like duece man, I'm ol' G Bobby J
And we sling at soccer fields the yay
They don't respect that, don't get your minds around
You'll get it pushed back, y'all don't want that
I send em to the morgue while keepin my bitches bouncin fa sho
"In Da Club" with no gun, got em taking it off
Can't help that, I'm the nigga that puts it down
Once I hit that, that's if I'm up in the May (bach)
Fasten them holding the throwback, West 44 Lakers
Let's make no mistakes, resents take place
What's the procedure with a gun in your face
When you got one in your waist, let's cock back nigga air out the space!
(C'mon!) We gon'
( Chorus )
( Verse 2 - Ja Rule )
The Rule be "In Da Club" rude motherfucker poppin the bubbly
When shit get ugly I hug the snub closely
But usually we still see your bitches
Thats is known for quick shit, trying to ride my dick
I can't handle it, lower their manners
To get they ass infront of my dick to dance, the bitch want more chance
Catching hate from a glance, but I'm a giant
These niggaz is mere ants, I'll stomp 'em wit his thang
Give bitches the back hand, pimp shit, it's not realistic
The game is helpless, let's not get it twisted
I'm young, wrapped, and gifted, but still at the bottom
And stuck somewhere between Gomorrah and Soddom
I'm here to make this rap shit hotter than Harlem
Fuck the Dog beware of Rule, cause I'm the problem
What's the procedure with a gun in your face
When you got one in your waist, let's cock back nigga air out the space!
(C'mon!) We gon'
( Chorus )
( Verse 3 - Ja Rule )
Like Bush and Saddam, I'm a find out
Where Em Laden's hiding and bomb him first
It could be much worse, I could be hotter than yo scrubs
Mask and glove, gun hot from burnin ass up
I'd rather be bossed up, wit a bunch of broads
The preachers daughter screaming out "Fuck the law!"
I play a struck chord, wit the Christians
But y'all got the freakiest bitches out of all the religions
And God gave me his blessings to handle my business
All these wanksta snitches, let the nina blow kisses
If she some how misses, he gon' meet the mistress
And "Clap that boy" like Birdman and Clipse
I got these niggaz all over my dick, like hoes
I'm the star at these shows, I must be as hot as they come
What's the procedure with a gun in your face
When you got one in your waist, let's cock back nigga air out the space!
(C'mon!) We gon'
( Chorus )
( Outro )
( Ja Rule ) Yeah, my nigga 'Zino in this motherfucker
( Benzino ) That's how we do it, know what I mean
( Benzino ) Buck '89 what's up baby, I see you
( Ja Rule ) Break 'em down nigga! break 'em down!
( Benzino )
Bring them birds, in the motherfucking house
It's not a game no mo'
( Ja Rule ) Queens in this motherfucker..
( Benzino ) You know..
( Ja Rule )
All my Jersey niggaz, all my Boston niggaz!
All my Brooklyn niggaz, Brooklyn sir what up!
Haha, yeah, holla at me man..
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( Ashanti [ Ja talking ] )
Always there when you call (Buckshots, hah), always on time
Gave you my....baby be mine
Always there when you call, always on time
Gave you my....baby
( Chorus - Ashanti )
Baby, I'm not always there when you call, but I'm always on time
And I gave you my all, now baby be mine
I'm not always there when you call, but I'm always on time
And I gave you my all, now baby be mine
( Ja Rule )
C'mon and get a piece of this late-night lover
You know, the one that swing dick like no other (shit)
I know, I got a lot of things I need to explain
But baby you know the name and love is about pain
So, stop the complaints and drop the order restraints
Our sex life's a game so bat me down in the paint
'Cause I can't wait no more
'Cause it's about a quarter-past three and shorty's eyein me
I got the Bentley valeted
And I'm just outside of Jersey, past the Palisades
And I love to see that ass in boots and shades
Hold down on the bed while I'm yankin your braids
Thug style, you never thought I'd make you smile
While I'm smackin your ass and fuckin you all wild
( With Ashanti ) But we share somethin so rare, but who cares, you care
( Chorus )
Girl, get a grip, c'mon, pull it together
It's only a sunshower, we been through worse weather
Like the stormy nights you wrote a "Dear Ja" letter
And took my Benz and keyed and cut the leather
Bitch, you know better, we live M-O-B
Money Over Bitches, Murder, I-N-C
I got two or three hoes for every V
And I keep 'em drugged up off that ecstasy
I'm a playground legend like Kirk with Pee-wee
Name a nigga in the league got more game than me
I play hard, there's so many women I fathered
Meet 'em with scars and send 'em home hot and bothered
Truth or dare, this life ain't apparantly fair
And a love with no glare is a crystal stare
But we share [with Ashanti] somethin so rare, but who cares, you care
( Chorus )
Oh I'm, feelin like ya livin a, double life
'Cause you don't be comin home, sometimes
Baby, but you're always, on time, checkin for one time
You and I, got a special bond together
We go back like bombers boo, in the coldest weather
And when I play you play the same way you freak me baby I fuck you crazy
Then I'm gone
Baby don't really want me to get up and leave off that easy
She'll be wakin up wet for sheezy
Remind these bitches to mind they business
Believe me, this pimp game is very religious
And I'm built like the Don Bishop
Gon' keep this money-green Benz and my hoes as my witness
The life we share is a thug affair
[With Ashanti] But who cares, you care
( Chorus )
( Ashanti )
Always there when you call, always on time
Gave you my....baby be mine
Always there when you call, always on time
Gave you my....baby be mine..
( Radio Announcer )
Here at W-I-Z we play nothing but the hits, nothing but the hits
Nothing but the muthafuckin hits!
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