DJ Clue - Say What U Say текст песни

Yeah, fuck that, Ja Rule, Ranjahz, uh

It's MURRDAAAAA!!!!

Faculty, fucker

Huh, give it to 'em

Niggas act like they don't know

Uh, one hand wash the other hand, y'knawmean? fuck it


HOOK: Ja Rule

You can say what you wanna say about us

But we gon keep rockin...

You can say what you wanna say, but are you ready for the gunplay, hey

You gon say what you wanna say about us

But we gon keep rockin...

You can say what you wanna say, but we gon keep the whole floor rockin

Hey


[Verse 1]

Basically you can do what you wan' do, say what you wan' say

Real recognize fradulent, all day

Every word I spit evole from rappin in hallways

Clappin in broad day, to stackin it all ways

In God we trust, but percentage before praise

Money before bitches, riches before the grave

If you scared go to church, get a gun if you afraid

Livin this hell, and only through death is one saved

Drugs kill, crime pays, fuck, minimum wage

Stuck in the hood, out of my mind, clutchin this gauge

Caught in a faze from day one, gun'll be raised

Violate I cock til your crib, up in a blaze

Street life, Ranjahz smoke the bathroom pay

Behave crazed, lose it, to this ghetto music

Sing what the fuck you want, if you a thug prove it

This is the real from the heart, not the *Coming of Age*


HOOK


[Ja Rule]

Keep your mind on the game

Cuz when it drugs to sell, we hustlin

If it's guns to blaze, we bustin 'em

My heart's filled with pain

Cuz I flood the hood with nothin but love

If niggas want me, come and get it in blood

The ruler remains

Numero uno, the flow's porto

Then put me, in auto, matic or manual

Just the style dipped chronic, duo, compatible

Niggas want none of the Rule, fo' rilla

Call me caterpiller cuz I sliver, cap peel ya

Manilla, big ballers, drop cash at car dealers

And we aint got them Hyundais neither

The Rule and Da Ranjahz, come through in back to back Ranges

Say what you say, but shit is dangerous, nigga

Uh, uh, one life, one love


HOOK


[Verse 3]

Say what you say, every day, all day, gunplay

Drink your liquor, smoke your ganjay, fuck what none say

Sip your syrup til your mind tear up

Sprinkle coke in your blunt fucker, do what you want

Or do what ya feel, just make sure you do it for real

Cuz if you front in the cold, I'ma let this somethin explode

And y'all bitches, mad cuz we tryin to stack riches

Wanna scratch inside of my V

Wanna flat all my tires, tryin to violate me

I don't beef I just pop up on Mickey Thompson's

All chrome on my waist, da all chrome 380 Lawsson

First nigga mad doggin, I'm squeezin carbon

Tryin na put somethin in his noggin, get to joggin

Weavin and bobbin, on these streets I'm like the seargeant

Straight hoggin, triple L love life and lost in

Tryin to eat in the devil's garden


HOOK