| Lyrics: | (feat. Fatal Hussein)
[Ja Rule]
Buck 89 on the boards . . . what up
Buck
Word to God, Hussein, what up nigga
Haha, life is good . . . a yo
It's a reality
that . . . all the real niggaz
Have to smash on the bitch niggas
And you know I like to call
this The Wrap, hehe, yeah, uh, yeah
[Verse]
It's a Wrap and any men that don't wanna
get clapped
Better not violate the camp, get shot down by chance
I'm real advanced with that
cock and blast
Cause the feds wont look back, for cleaning cash
What cashes we cleansing,
it's all about the Benjamins, what
If it's dirty then we rincing it off
You niggaz don't
give a fuck, mobbed up in H2s
Niggaz is tlaking shit, aw bitch, that's old news
They say I
rap to rhythm and blues
But when I turn on the radio, I hear y'all niggaz rappin' it
too
He's like "Baby can you give it to me"
Nah, I'ma give it to you
The same way that we
gave it to Proof
The same way that we gave it to Loose
Put that bang, bang, bang to use
nigga
Cause Rule's the truth nigga, for show
Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-uh-uh-oh
Hit
'em in retro, throwback like West 'Paul
Niggaz wanna ball, but can't on the West Coast
Dre
Day's been dead a long time ago
Respect the IncRowRap-A-Lot collabo
Just know that you nigga
ain't save on the globe
And while the world probes, I arrest verse I.N.C.
I'm still wishing
y'all the R.I.P.
Can I Live, for I D.I.E.
I'm talkin', M.O.B, murder inc bosses
Count
your losses
[Fatal Hussein]
Now before they start runnin' they lips
I thought I
should warn these motherfuckers, there's a gun in this bitch
And I know he's got one |
