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(feat. Ja Rule) |
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[Ja] |
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It's Ja Rule |
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Shae baby |
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It's mad money |
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It's Murder |
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Heh, yeah |
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It's Murder |
[1: Shae] |
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Ain't nothing like a bad-bad, bad boy |
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He treats me better then a good-good, good boy |
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Ain't nothing like a bad-bad, bad boy |
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He treats me better then a good-good, good boy |
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I, got a man, you understand |
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He don't open doors for me |
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He, don't have a real job |
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And that's okay cause |
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He's working me |
[2:] |
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Got me goin' round-round |
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When I take him downtown |
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Make me want a bad-bad |
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Got me going round |
[2] |
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Ain't nothing like |
[1] |
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[1] |
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He plays, with my mind |
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He, be lyin' all the time |
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Tells me that he's out with a friend |
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But I really know, he's playing me |
[2] |
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Got me goin' round |
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[1: x4] |
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If daddy's cool and thinks he'll do |
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I think he's wack |
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Nothing like a, a bad boy |
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[Ja] |
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Baby I see you, freakin' off again |
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Pullin' up with with the rabbits in |
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Knowin' you used to gettin' worked is droppin' |
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Matter of fact who's Benz is you driving |
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Drop with the chrome rims |
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Something about it, hit it, when you feel love |
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When it's in ya game |
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But when it's real strong, still and all |
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I'm lookin' forward to lickin' my - on your tongue |
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And when I'm done, - on your love |
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Don't give a damn where you came from, Ja baby |
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You the one |
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Gettin' it done, then hit it and run |
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It's a damn shame that I do what I, do to gap |
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And when I do, it's like two in ya mouth, what |
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Me and my dawgs got guns to bust |
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So when you cats get scandolous, you so high |
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Even FED's can't hang with us |
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And you wonder why they all wanna bang with us |
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It's because, we the Mur-der-ers |
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Any boy better then that gonna get... |
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Hot slugs from us |
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You really don't want that, unless |
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You feel you can flow with the best |
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Got the strength to obtain the rest |
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Air out one time, it's about respect |
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Bad boy, N-O, bring it in, no doubt |
[1] |
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[1 & 2: together] |
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