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[Ja Rule] Gotti, here we go again, yo.. Two two-nine and seventy-six, get off my dick, niggaz I'm born The future problem's, kickin and carryin on Cause I got blood in my lungs and can't breathe, just conceived And a nigga already fixin to leave this ungodly world - and to think, I got a baby girl to raise, in this deadly era of AIDS Just yesterday we were slaves, and good friends Now that we got ends that don't meet niggaz we will meet again I wanna know why, the shit gets said The shit gets wrote, the shit gets read, motherfuckers get fed I shed a tear for my ride or die, cause thugs cry And the truth'll shatter niggaz pride like cold lies Can I live? Dog, why you wanna stop the Rule from risin? And I G for me, surprise and growl at the young that you called a liar Now I'm the king of this jungle, no more denyin Talk to the iron if you wanna holla, I'll pop at you Probably, piercin your bone when you poppin your collar Cause this is, pain over love, my style's brain on drugs Yo' style's can't catch up to Rule niggaz whassup? Motherfucker