 (feat. Ja Rule)
[Intro]
[Talking]
Nobody cares (Trouble’s like a cancer, you gotta get it early if you don’t get
it early it kills you)
Nobody cares (u gotta cut it out)
Nobody CARES, Capisce, not about your self your family or nothing important to
you.
(Let me tell you something, when you’re alone late at night in the bed)
[indistinct voices overlapping]
They come along like the great fighters once in a lifetime (you gotta do what ur
heart tells you)
U think a gun makes you a tough guy.
I’ve seen more gus with guns wet the bed than other
guys without guns.
[indistinct voices overlapping]
[Beat starts]
Yeah
Hell, yeah
I’d like to welcome everybody to this side of the world.
The Murder INC.
And I’d like to introduce to y’all,
My nigga,
ATL’s own
Lloyd
[Verse One: Lloyd]
Ladies come step aside wit me, take this ride wit me to see the top of the
globe.
Courtesy of Murder INC’s provider of privacy, nobody you know.
Yeah I know I brought the mob wit me, cuz obviously a lotta niggaz snitch on the
low.
Just open your eyes and see what the blind’s eyes are told.
And I realize how niggaz spent their sight and the unreal truth is sold to the
ears of the
youth, while other try to provide their souls to the roof,
FUCK that, I’m bustin’ back through the roof.
Thumbtack to lie, hardtop to drop, show em how to rock and roll, and roll and
rock, how
to breathe locate and open shop bringin’ everything I know I’ve got.
[Chorus: Lloyd]
Ain’t no stopping what we doin’, feels like I’ve been waiting a while, spent a
lotta time comin’ around.
So we gon’ keep on moving, cuz my time is here and now, right here and now.
[Verse 2: Lloyd]
Niggas come take this ride wit me, break some pot wit seed on the side of the
road. Where
everyday different bodies to count, niggas is riding away, getting dropped into
homes. Follow me
to armed robberies come hide wit me, and keep your eyes on watch patrol. Cuz
they don’t know how
to ride but we be hotter so build up your chest. Getting wiped away better build
up your rep.
Cuz my niggas cash checks from Hollis to the deck. Holla em at my nigga I gotta
good connect.
I’ll be in front the complex polishing the Lex. Red rollin’ baguettes, Retro but
fresh, nuff
money in stacks, the best of the best. When you holster the gun there’s no time
u invest, you
just gotta do it for yourself.
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Ja Rule]
Lookie here my little nigga, lemme talk to you for a minute, lemme tell you bout
this business
and these cats who’s in it. ‘Bout these fake ass bitches and these bitch ass
niggas. How to spot
the cowards from the killas. The flow is from the spinners, this industry is all
smokin’ lyrics,
so we real street niggaz, our focus is to finish niggaz off. How often you
report a nigga on, so
you must be the chosen one do it proudly son. Neva leave your residence without
your gun, cuz
you’d rather be caught wit it than without one. Trust me, I’m like that old
gangsta named Lucky,
niggas know that my hands are dirty but still can’t touch me. In this game if
you’re clean you
can get all the money when you start getting dirty and they look at you funny.
Cuz this a Bronx
tale like you know wit Sonny. And that flow don’t stop so they all call me. Keep
your nose clean
when fuckin’ wit addicts and alcoholics. Cuz they runnin’ the hood for ya.
That’s ATL for ya New
York’s no different, so’s LA and Miami, that’s hotter for riches. And keep your
eyes on he
snitches and front-ass niggas that claim to be gangstas and sue as soon as you
split em. It’s a
cold world, be grateful that the Lord’s forgiving and be happy that you ain’t
dead or sitting in
prison,
My nigga.
[Outro: Lloyd]
Ladies come take this ride wit me.
Niggas come take a stride wit me.
Ladies come take this ride wit me.
Niggas come take a stride wit me.
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