paroles de chanson The Inc. - Ja Rule
                                                [Caddillac 
                                                Tah 
                                                talking]
 
                                    
                                
                                                Yo, 
                                                that′s 
                                                right
 
                                    
                                
                                                Niggas 
                                                just 
                                                ain't, 
                                                doin′ 
                                                it 
                                                how 
                                                we 
                                                doin' 
                                                it
 
                                    
                                
                                                Nah 
                                                mean 
                                                son? 
                                                    I 
                                                G
 
                                    
                                
                                                [Chorus] 
                                                (2X)
 
                                    
                                
                                                Murder 
                                                INC.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Takin' 
                                                flight
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                go 
                                                hard
 
                                    
                                
                                                Betta 
                                                get 
                                                it 
                                                right
 
                                    
                                
                                                [Caddillac 
                                                Tah]
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                go 
                                                hard! 
                                                yeah
 
                                    
                                
                                                Player 
                                                not 
                                                for 
                                                nuttin′
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                spit 
                                                fo′ 
                                                and 
                                                leave 
                                                    a 
                                                nigga 
                                                bent 
                                                up 
                                                fo' 
                                                sho′, 
                                                get 
                                                low
 
                                    
                                
                                                Only 
                                                got 
                                                love 
                                                for 
                                                gangsta 
                                                niggas, 
                                                get 
                                                doe
 
                                    
                                
                                                That's 
                                                for 
                                                all 
                                                the 
                                                hatin′ 
                                                niggas 
                                                waitin' 
                                                to 
                                                see 
                                                me 
                                                go
 
                                    
                                
                                                Down 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                bottom
 
                                    
                                
                                                Chop 
                                                up 
                                                crack
 
                                    
                                
                                                Playin′ 
                                                the 
                                                blocks 
                                                and
 
                                    
                                
                                                Still 
                                                wouldn't 
                                                matter, 
                                                push 
                                                the 
                                                rock 
                                                well 
                                                like 
                                                Stockton
 
                                    
                                
                                                Paper 
                                                chasin', 
                                                chasin′ 
                                                acres
 
                                    
                                
                                                Operation 
                                                get 
                                                rich, 
                                                take 
                                                money 
                                                over 
                                                    a 
                                                bitch
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                see 
                                                me 
                                                move 
                                                low 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                six 
                                                and 
                                                magazines 
                                                    a 
                                                flicks
 
                                    
                                
                                                Playin′ 
                                                hard 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                porch, 
                                                plush
 
                                    
                                
                                                Young 
                                                thuggin' 
                                                and 
                                                bossed 
                                                up
 
                                    
                                
                                                Touch 
                                                niggas 
                                                clutchin′ 
                                                what 
                                                they 
                                                know 
                                                they 
                                                bustin'
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                can 
                                                do 
                                                whatever 
                                                nigga, 
                                                whenever 
                                                nigga
 
                                    
                                
                                                Really 
                                                is 
                                                nothing
 
                                    
                                
                                                Murder 
                                                killa, 
                                                we 
                                                crush 
                                                ′em, 
                                                shit
 
                                    
                                
                                                Got 
                                                the 
                                                industry 
                                                on 
                                                romadon
 
                                    
                                
                                                While 
                                                we 
                                                celebrate 
                                                tastin' 
                                                bottles 
                                                of 
                                                Perinon
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                for 
                                                life 
                                                it′s 
                                                murder
 
                                    
                                
                                                Ice 
                                                burners, 
                                                stacks 
                                                and 
                                                trucks
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                after 
                                                bucks, 
                                                mother 
                                                fucker!
 
                                    
                                
                                                Murder 
                                                INC.
 
                                    
                                
                                                [Black 
                                                Child]
 
                                    
                                
                                                Murder 
                                                INC.'s 
                                                the 
                                                underdog
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                    a 
                                                blessin′ 
                                                to 
                                                ball
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                learn 
                                                    a 
                                                lesson 
                                                from 
                                                y′all
 
                                    
                                
                                                How 
                                                not 
                                                to 
                                                fall
 
                                    
                                
                                                Black 
                                                Child 
                                                will 
                                                body 
                                                    a 
                                                beat, 
                                                this 
                                                is 
                                                airway 
                                                robbery
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                Murder 
                                                INC. 
                                                drop 
                                                albums, 
                                                that's 
                                                when 
                                                gangstas 
                                                party
 
                                    
                                
                                                What 
                                                chu 
                                                know 
                                                about 
                                                Ferrari 
                                                or 
                                                Cadillac 
                                                Escalade
 
                                    
                                
                                                Or 
                                                bitches 
                                                on 
                                                Ecstasy, 
                                                sexy
 
                                    
                                
                                                Eat, 
                                                sleep, 
                                                eat 
                                                and 
                                                watch 
                                                freaks 
                                                eat 
                                                freaks
 
                                    
                                
                                                Throw 
                                                it 
                                                up, 
                                                put 
                                                it 
                                                down 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                streets
 
                                    
                                
                                                Who 
                                                wouldn′t 
                                                fall 
                                                in 
                                                love, 
                                                with 
                                                    a 
                                                life 
                                                like 
                                                this
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hittin' 
                                                hoes 
                                                that′s 
                                                priceless
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                tight 
                                                icebergs 
                                                shit
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                can 
                                                blame 
                                                the 
                                                drugs
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                ain't 
                                                gon′ 
                                                change 
                                                to 
                                                slugs
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                famous 
                                                thug
 
                                    
                                
                                                Pain 
                                                is 
                                                love, 
                                                mother 
                                                fuckers!
 
                                    
                                
                                                [Chorus] 
                                                (2X)
 
                                    
                                
                                                [Ja 
                                                Rule]
 
                                    
                                
                                                Who 
                                                would've 
                                                thought, 
                                                we 
                                                get 
                                                away 
                                                with 
                                                manslaughter
 
                                    
                                
                                                Numerous 
                                                cars, 
                                                cribs 
                                                off 
                                                the 
                                                water
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                playa 
                                                no 
                                                longer, 
                                                life's 
                                                gettin′ 
                                                shorter
 
                                    
                                
                                                Tired 
                                                of 
                                                hoes 
                                                takin′ 
                                                offers, 
                                                instead 
                                                of 
                                                orders
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                Rule 
                                                don't 
                                                condone 
                                                this
 
                                    
                                
                                                Cause 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                late 
                                                ′60's 
                                                this 
                                                game 
                                                was 
                                                flawless
 
                                    
                                
                                                Until 
                                                blow 
                                                got 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                rise
 
                                    
                                
                                                Them 
                                                ol′ 
                                                Jacks 
                                                was 
                                                slingin' 
                                                pies 
                                                in 
                                                bell 
                                                bottoms 
                                                and 
                                                buttonflies
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                now, 
                                                pop 
                                                yo 
                                                collars, 
                                                blow 
                                                set 
                                                for 
                                                sag
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                we 
                                                still 
                                                fly 
                                                birds 
                                                L-A-X 
                                                to 
                                                Lag
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                roll 
                                                caddies 
                                                with 
                                                white 
                                                walls, 
                                                we 
                                                ride 
                                                Benz 
                                                with 
                                                mags
 
                                    
                                
                                                Still 
                                                the 
                                                goal 
                                                remains 
                                                the 
                                                same, 
                                                guard 
                                                from 
                                                feds
 
                                    
                                
                                                Y-D 
                                                to 
                                                O-G, 
                                                the 
                                                game 
                                                chose 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                R-U-L-E 
                                                the 
                                                INC. 
                                                and 
                                                I-G
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                never 
                                                gon′ 
                                                break 
                                                free 
                                                from 
                                                this 
                                                life 
                                                we 
                                                live 
                                                as 
                                                thugs
 
                                    
                                
                                                Pain 
                                                is 
                                                love, 
                                                it's 
                                                murda
 
                                    
                                
                                                [Chorus] 
                                                (2X)
 
                                    
                                
                                                [Ashanti]
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                see 
                                                the 
                                                life 
                                                we 
                                                live, 
                                                we 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                murderous 
                                                shit
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                every 
                                                time 
                                                we 
                                                breathe, 
                                                it's 
                                                Murder 
                                                I-N-C
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                know 
                                                it′s 
                                                love 
                                                to 
                                                thug, 
                                                cause 
                                                thug 
                                                is 
                                                in 
                                                our 
                                                blood
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                how 
                                                we 
                                                paint 
                                                this 
                                                shit, 
                                                stay 
                                                on 
                                                that 
                                                gangsta 
                                                shit
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                see 
                                                the 
                                                life 
                                                we 
                                                live, 
                                                we 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                murderous 
                                                shit
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                every 
                                                time 
                                                we 
                                                breathe, 
                                                it′s 
                                                Murder 
                                                I-N-C
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                know 
                                                it's 
                                                love 
                                                to 
                                                thug, 
                                                cause 
                                                thug 
                                                is 
                                                in 
                                                our 
                                                blood
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                how 
                                                we 
                                                paint 
                                                this 
                                                shit, 
                                                stay 
                                                on 
                                                that 
                                                gangsta 
                                                shit
 
                                    
                                
                                                Stay 
                                                on 
                                                that 
                                                gangsta 
                                                shit, 
                                                stay 
                                                on 
                                                that 
                                                gangsta 
                                                shit
 
                                    
                                
                                                Stay 
                                                on 
                                                that 
                                                gangsta 
                                                shit
 
                                    
                                
                                                See 
                                                what 
                                                we 
                                                do 
                                                when 
                                                we 
                                                do 
                                                what 
                                                we 
                                                do 
                                                when 
                                                we 
                                                do 
                                                it
 
                                    
                                
                                                Stay 
                                                on 
                                                that 
                                                gangsta 
                                                shit
 
                                    
                                 
                            1 Down Ass Bitch
2 Always Be on Time
3 The Inc.
4 The Inc.
5 Dial M for Murder
6 Pain Is Love (Skit)
7 Down A** B**ch
8 Down Ass Bitch
9 Put It on Me
10 So Much Pain
11 So Much Pain
12 Big Remo (skit)
13 X
14 X
15 Smokin' and Ridin'
16 Smokin and Ridin
17 Smokin and Ridin
18 I'm Real (Murder remix)
19 Leo (Skit)
20 Worldwide Gangsta
21 Worldwide Gangsta
22 Down Ass Bitch
23 Livin' It Up
24 The Inc.
25 X
26 Big Remo (skit)
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