| Lyrics: | Down Ass Bitch
(Ja Rule - talking)
Ja Rule, Chuck B-more
Every thug needs a
lady
And every thug needs a down ass bitch, huh, feel me
Every thug needs a lady
Baby
I'm convinced, you my down ass bitch
(Chorus - Ja Rule)
Baby say yeah, (baby say
yeah)
If you'd lie for me, like you lovin me
Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah)
If you'd
die for me, like you cry for me
Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah)
If you'd kill for me, like
you comfort me
Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah)
Girl I'm convinced, you're my down ass
bitch
(Ja Rule)
Uh
I know that you're lovin me, 'cause you thug with me, who bust
slugs for me?
My baby
Who gon' kill for you, like I comfort you, who else but the
Rule?
You feel me
Girl when we connect the dots we hit the spot
Twin Benz's, you ride
hard, I ride drop
And to make it better, baby got the nina' Beretta tucked low
And I'm two
cars back with the four-four
And it freaks you out, on your momma's couch, that's what us thugs
be 'bout
You know me
And when I pray for love, baby pray for us, who celebrates the
thugs?
My lady
Got me seekin capital game when I spit sixteen
Whether bars or
sixteens in the doors of cars
A star is born
In the hood, made a name live on, R-U-L-E,
ladies, feel me
(Chorus)
(Charli Baltimore)
Now I'm show you blood or
love, there's no belly you bounce from
Blow sellin, dough amounts to no tellin
There'll be
no tellin, snitches get it back
Those gats to your backs for my boy
What part of the game
is that, huh?
Niggas and they feelings 'cause I handle your dealings, keep your name in
tact
My fame's in tact so cops won't know what it's hittin for
Now hoes wanna know what
you shittin for
'Cause I'm your bitch, the Bonnie to your Clyde
It's mental, mash your
enemies, we out in the rental
I'm your bitch, niggas run up on ya, shift ya lungs, who's your
organ donor?
What they know about, extreme meausures I'm a ride with you
And my baby
three-eighty at my side
And we lock the town, I'm as down as any thug
My love, they gotta
take us in blood, what
(Chorus)
(Ja Rule)
You could die from love, at any
given time I could die from slugs
But that's what this life is capable of
The death and
the life of a bitch and a thug, is what I'm scared of
But got a woman that ain't afraid to,
tuck the toast in the Escalade
Pop on niggas that showin me shade, but only for the Rule 'cause
that's my baby
Got me a down ass bitch with red hair, that don't care
Blazed by the shots
and flares
Girl c'mon, follow me, and bust back at police, conceal ya heat
It's a bit much
to blaze up
Rule and Chuck and I.G., the Murderers, I-N-C
With one on the hip, one in the
holster, nigga will toast ya quick
Especially a down ass
bitch
(Chorus)
(Ja Rule)
Thug on, 'cause you my down ass bitch
Thug
on, ladies
Thug on, 'cause you my down ass bitch
Thug on, baby
Thug on, 'cause you my
down ass bitch
Thug on, ladies
Thug on, 'cause you my down ass bitch
Thug on,
baby
(Chorus) 2x
Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah |
