Texty:
Ja Rule Venni Vetti Vecci

gon' give me mines and get in line for the torture I swear, run any closer to air, my bullets travel wit' prayers Guns blazin' in pairs, who the nigga you fear JA Rule

bleedin' on your patio I leave rivals on their backs lookin' up at the sky blue Not only do I leave you I hide you, I before you X and Ja-Rule, death

Uh, yeah It's Ja Rule nigga Uh, uh, yeah Feel this Uh, Ja Rule nigga Def Jam, Ja Look at my life style it's dangerous When I was young this sorta life

You doin' their work for them You know why, do you know why? 'Cause you're happy just to be a mother **** **** It's plain to see, you can't change me

Yeah been a slave too long All my murderers Let's march my niggas Lord can we get a break? (Lord can we get a break?) We ain't really happy here (We

Yea here we go Feel this shit Enter the new world The new day Ja Rule I've got it Nigga, it's murda Yea we here now Don't get scared now Ja Rule nigga

Fuckin' clown ass motherfuckas, man Who they think they fuckin' with? These niggas must be out of their fuckin' minds or somethin' So, what you wanna

(Holla holla) All my niggaz that's ready to get (Dollaz dollaz) Bitches know who can get 'em a little (Hotta hotta) Come on if you rollin' wit me (Follow

: Yeah...*sniff*...been a slave too long. ALL MY MURDERERS!!!!!! Let's march my niggas. Lord, can we get a break? (Lord, can we get a break?) We ain