Ja Rule - Uh-Ohhh! lyrics

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Ja Rule - Uh-Ohhh! lyrics

[Ja Rule (Lil Wayne)] Murder Inc. n***a (Young Money just crept in like uh-ohhh!) Em-pire, em-pire! Hehe, let's get 'em~! Inc Gang n***a, young money Cash Money, collabo' Listen, listen [Chorus: Ja Rule] To all my n***az my b**hes my b**hes my n***az my gangsters Hoes, pimps, and pushers keep workin with it, we doin it We gettin it, got money we takin it, got b**hes we takin them Empire just stepped in and they like Uh-ohhh! Uh uh uh-ohhh! Uh-ohhh! Uh uh uh-ohhh! Hitting the uh uh-ohhh! Uh-ohhh! Uh uh uh-ohhh! Cause they know we gettin it, got money we takin it Got b**hes we takin them, Empire just stepped in (f** n***az!) [Ja Rule] Uh-ohhh! Uh uh uh-ohhh! Here I, go oh-oh-oh It's the Rule n***a, you already know-oh I'm gettin it, I don't gotta talk because I'm livin it Money over b**hes period, and I'm dead serious These b**hes is feminine n***a so I T-T-T-T-touch 'em up e'ry time I see 'em Are you feelin it, it-it-it's comin through the barrel of the fi-ih-ifth, out the sunroof of the si-ih-ix Ih-ih-if, you willin to bear wit-ne-ess How I take money, take bi-ih-itches, n***az is fascinated with the kid, love my style Your b**h too'll be on the dick you let her come out Quit handcuffin these hoes, my pi-ih-imp game proper I'm a pis-tal popper, f** around and get shot up My n***az all riders, our b**hes all done up f**! I know y'all n***az hate to love us; what [Chorus with Lil Wayne ad libs] [Lil Wayne] Uh-ohh! You did it, now, you gotta get it Weezy F is in yo' buildin, I will step, on yo' buildin From the steps, of my buildin, raise hell, hell's risen Call me young Raekwon, I'm a Chef in Hell's Kitchen And flow, sweet as devil's food, I eat angels for dinner Call me what'cha want, I don't give a finger in the middle I'ma hold it down and blow up, the anchor is the missile When I say we got them brrrrrrrrrr! I ain't tryin to whistle Longbody Maybach, it make me feel so little I'm ballin on the s**ers and I won't pick up my dribble Retarded on the beats, sick, I spit hospitals And she couldn't stand under my umbrella if it drizzled My pimp game proper, my inf' aim proper So run and I will hit you like Jeremiah Trotter Yessuh! Call me, young Carter My leather so soft and I be stunt'n like my dada Ya dig? [Ja Rule] Yep yep, I d-d-d-d-dig it! But our j**elry's so fri-di-di-di-digid, damn How dare b**hes look at Atkins, Carter and Crocker Like we don't make that crack that get real bu*ter Did-did-did-did I stu-st-stah-stutter the first time n***a, nah They like uh-ohhh! Uh uh uh-ohhh! This n***a's tr-uh-ouble It's the Inc., n***a act like ya know-ow Who's gettin it, livin this, gangster sh** [Chorus] [Ja Rule (Lil Wayne)] Murder Inc. n***a (Young Money just crept in like uh-ohhh!) Em-pire, em-pire! Heh...

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