Ja Rule - Uh Ohhhhh (feat. Lil Wayne & Merc Montana) lyrics

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Ja Rule - Uh Ohhhhh (feat. Lil Wayne & Merc Montana) lyrics

Murder Inc., n***a (Young Money just crept in like, uh-ohhh!) Mpire, Mpire, lets get 'em Young Money, Cash Money, Calabo Listen, listen All my n***as, my b**hes, my b**hes, my n***as My gangstas, hoes, pimps and pushers Keep workin? with what we dealin? n***a gettin? it, got money, we takin? it Got b**hes, we takin? 'em Empire just stepped in and they like Uh-ohhh! Uh uh, uh-ohhh! Uh-ohhh! Uh uh, uh-ohhh! Hit it and go, oh oh, uh-ohhh! Uh uh, uh-ohhh! 'Cuz they know we gettin? it, got money, we takin? it Got b**hes we takin??em, Mpire just stepped in (f** n***as) 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 'cuz 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-touch 'em up every time I see?em, are you feelin? it? I-I-It's comin? through the barrel or the fifth Out the sunroof of the six I-I-If you willin? to bear witness, how I take money, take b**hes n***as is fascinated with the kid, love my style Your b**h too would be on a dick if you let her come out Quit hand cuffin? these hoes My pimp game proper, I'm a pistol popper f** around and get shot up, my n***as all riders My b**hes all done up f**, I know ya'll n***as hate to love us but All my n***as, my b**hes, my b**hes, my n***as My gangstas, hoes, pimps and pushers Keep workin? with what we dealin? n***a gettin? it, got money, we takin? it Got b**hes, we takin? 'em Empire just stepped in and they like Uh-ohhh! Uh uh, uh-ohhh! Uh-ohhh! Uh uh, uh-ohhh! Hit it and go, oh oh, uh-ohhh! Uh uh, uh-ohhh! 'Cuz they know we gettin? it, got money, we takin? it Got b**hes we takin??em, Mpire just stepped in Uh-ohhh! You did it Now you gotta get it, weezy?fore it's in your building I will step on your building from the steps of my building Raise hell, hell's risen, call me young Raekwon I'm a chef in hell's kitchen Flow sweet as devils food, I eat angels for dinner Call me what you want, I don't give a finger in the middle I?ma hold it down and blow up my anchor as the missile When I say we got the brrr I ain't tryna whistle Long body Maybach, it make me feel so little I'm ballin? on the s**ers and I won't pick up my dribble Retarded on these beats, sick, I spit hospitals And she couldn't stand under my umbrella if it drizzled My pimp game proper, my aim proper So run and I will hit you like Jeremiah Trotter Yessir, call me young Carter My leather so soft and I be stuntin? like my daughter, ya dig Yup, yup, I d-d-dig it but our j**elry's so fitted Damn hot, damn, b**hes with the Atkins, Carter And Crocker like we don't make that crack outta real bu*ter Now d-d-did I s-s-stutter the first time, n***a, it's nah They like uh-ohhh! Uh uh, uh-ohhh! This n***a is trouble It's the Inc, n***a, act like you know Who's gettin? it, livin? this gangsta sh** All my n***as, my b**hes, my b**hes, my n***as My gangstas, hoes, pimps and pushers Keep workin? with what we dealin? n***a gettin? it, got money, we takin? it Got b**hes, we takin? 'em Empire just stepped in and they like Uh-ohhh! Uh uh, uh-ohhh! Uh-ohhh! Uh uh, uh-ohhh! Hit it and go, oh oh, uh-ohhh! Uh uh, uh-ohhh! 'Cuz they know we gettin? it, got money, we takin? it Got b**hes we takin??em, Mpire just stepped in Murder Inc., n***a (Young Money just crept in like, uh-ohhh!) Mpire, Mpire

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