JA RULE The Wrap lyrics

Buck 89 on the boards, what up Buck?
Word to God, Hussein, what up nigga
Life is good, a yo
It's a reality that all the real niggaz
Got to smash on the bitch niggas
And you know I like to call this
The Wrap, yeah yeah, uh, yeah yo

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 won't 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 niggaz don't give a fuck, mobbed up in H2s
Niggaz 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 niggaz 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
Niggaz 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

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

Did you know, gangsta shit, as the world turns
These bitch niggaz is runnin' and hiding and shit
You know these motherfuckers be ducking' hidin'
But I'm fucking chasin y'all faggots all across the globe

Smashing they ass, smashing straight, straight
Out the back of B E T, out the back of clubs
Nigga, you ain't poppin' bub in no motherfuckin' clubs
Nowhere nigga

Be honest with your yourself, you fucking clowns
Y'all niggaz is fucking clowns, y'all ain't goin' nowhere nigga
I'm right here, I'm right here
Huntin' you'll motherfuckin' bitch ass niggaz down
It's a wrap niggaz, it's a wrap niggaz, it's a wrap niggaz

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, Niggaz get shot everday B, you tough?
Yeah, Murder Inc., shit, bitch ass nigga
We out