Violator (Ja Rule) - First degree video free download

Da franchise-Uh, {chuckles}Ey yo chris man, what you think these niggaz was thinking man? Fuck y'all niggaz thinking, man? ain't no violators except us manWhy these niggaz trying to violate shit without us man huh? I told these niggaz man a piece of the pie come in the gameWe want in man, franchise want in

I love niggaz who talk drama till the gun is stuck in they faceScreaming for they mama,Left with three in the dome three in the chest and waistDon't let this young nigga decieve you,If you want beef then tell me where to meet youI'll bring so much heat, one side of the earth will melt, then step offBitty boppin, chain rockin, notch in my belt,My niggas rock raw and stick barrel styleNiggas mouth till they catch lock jaw,I got plans to spend a million and moreBefore I hit a million and four, before death,Pull a gun on me squeeze one in meI'm trying to make sure, niggaz want none of meYou just don't know what these streets have done to me, what's become of me I was raised in a world so cold it's numbened me, I'm so dirty I'm filthyI done scared so many niggaz, it's gonna take a scared nigga to kill me If it's murda, drugs, guns or related to thugz I'm guilty

(chorus) x2Ja rule-It's murda, we gon leave you in, niggaFranchise gonna fill you wit lead, niggaNo more crying over spilled bloodThrow yo gunz if you a real thugUhh

Yo, you see y'all sometime niggaz, boy, you gon speak to the four Cause you'se a sometime thug, sometime seeking the lawI'ma seek to you it you breathe no more, when we crash the doorIt's not a game, pesci don't laugh no more, black tahoeStashing the door, fitting beautful in itA nigga jinxed so there's a urinal in it, on the belt do the usual limitYou know, double five, heading to l.i to buckle the piesBefore I die I want you speakers to bleed my name Cafe, weed leaky k, franchise three of the sameI let my niggaz hit this man, cause ain't nuttin but x's on my hitlist, manAnd I'm a buisness man in the city, don't force the kidI'm a gangsta once I cross the bridge and I toss yo wigFrontin niggaz, don't fake for meCause for them cakes I'm running in yo bakeryIt's murda

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Ey yo my niggaz stay on the job and if there's any drama involvedWe grip shotguns, maddex are the one's that revolveSee me hoppin out a gray 5, dope in the trunkAnd enough coke to have these blocks open for monthsWhen I pop up, niggaz better head for the hillsAct up and you gon see how many heads'll get killedStarter for war, dog I'm holdin plenty of gunzNiggaz come home to find a bomb taped to they sonBunch of violent niggaz taking your one'sWent from copping a bird now we cop em by the tons, ya heard? I down henny till my vision is blurredShit I'm only trying to live it up, get high and drunk till I hurlType of nigga that'll bag up yo girl and twist herI got no love for these niggaz and these bitch ass niggazHatin me cause they wish they had it like me I'm from brooklyn and I'm glad to be (brooklyn!)It's murda

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