Released on June 1, 1999

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[Intro: Ja Rule]

Yeah

Here we go

Feel this shit

Into the new world, a new day

Ja Rule, Irv Gotti, nigga

It's murda


[Chorus: Black Child]

Yeah, we here now, don't get scared now

Ja Rule nigga 'bout to tear shit down

What y'all thought y'all was gon' eat forever

And my dog wouldn't blaze heat for cheddar?

We better eat together or meet at the crossroads

'Cause the Lord knows it's murda, hold those

When your casket close and your soul's rise high

Remember the dead don't die unless they fuck wit I!!!


[Verse 1: Ja Rule]

Niggas know who dope, yo

Shit, the flow is wretched

And my G too futuristic for you hoes to catch it

I'm a God send, the fallen angel when I do sin

Far from perfection but still considered a gem

Thank you Lord for givin' me wind beneath my wings

When the miracle spittin' there shall be no witnesses to the pain

And my ignorance, I charge to the game

So many love done slain by bullets with dead aim

I weathered the change

Stormed through the streets in the Range

Can't complain, a nigga live to die in the flames

'Cause I torture, J to A to R-U-L-E (Who?)

Niggas can't be seriously fuckin' with me

What you hollerin' 'bout?

We can hit up an alley and air out

Bullets exit the barrel, and enter your mouth

That's how I'm built

Under the floss there's nuttin' but filth

Don't let it fool ya

I still let them slugs heat up and cool ya

All forever more, so help me Lord

Gonna find a, way to my grave just because I'm a Mur-der-er

Whole, not part, cut me open

I bleed for the Inc. from the heart

When I start it's usually endless

Pop one with gloves on

Make you check with forensic, son

In yo' appendix, son, you got hit up, huh?

Fuckin' with Ja, you know it's MURDAAA


[Chorus: Black Child]

Yeah, we here now, don't get scared now

Ja Rule nigga 'bout to tear shit down

What y'all thought y'all was gon' eat forever

And my dog wouldn't blaze heat for cheddar?

We better eat together or meet at the crossroads

'Cause the Lord knows it's murda, hold those

When your casket close and your soul's rise high

Remember the dead don't die unless they fuck wit I!!!


[Verse 2: Ja Rule]

Rule spits monotonous, hot as apocalypse

Now you eyein' this, ferocious mic supremist

Whose limits is endless

This nigga here done risen

Murderous flows kill suspicion

Niggas is too light in the ass to be shittin'

Hollis Ave. historical, nigga respect tradition

'Cause all I see is bloodshed and niggas wanna see me dead

Inherit this style is sumthin' like a million square miles (CHANGE IT UP)

Til I - find 'em and hit 'em and be done with 'em

Givin' is gettin' and niggas get got for bullshittin'

I'ma, run up on niggas, gunnin' 'em down

And you confess that I'm the best, so who's touchin' me now?

Shipped three hundred thou' with a freestyle, fuckin' you up

And got you hoes in the back rows tossin' it up

I got the touch 'cause my flow is bananas

Bitches can't stand us, we ghetto fabulous

Aim, when I bust and blast on surprise

If y'all niggas don't know you need to see me live

I'm like two .45's spittin' in every direction

Y'all niggas is hoes in stilettos and thongs (nigga)

It's a break of a new day

May-be you'll get to see violently (yeah)

What drives me (yeah) take 'em back to the gutter (yeah)

Smother the world in filth (uh-huh)

Rule's the name and now you gon' see how I'm built, nigga


[Chorus: Black Child]

Yeah, we here now, don't get scared now

Ja Rule nigga 'bout to tear shit down

What y'all thought y'all was gon' eat forever

And my dog wouldn't blaze heat for cheddar?

We better eat together or meet at the crossroads

'Cause the Lord knows it's murda, hold those

When your casket close and your soul's rise high

Remember the dead don't die 'less they fuck wit I!!!