The Wrap lyrics

Artist  : Ja Rule 
Song : The Wrap



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[Ja Rule]
Buck 89 on the boards . . . what up
Buck
Word to God, Hussein, what up
nigga
Haha, life is good . . . a yo
It's a
reality that . . . all the real niggaz
Have to
smash on the bitch niggas
And you know I like
to call this The Wrap, hehe, yeah, uh,
yeah

[Verse]
It's a Wrap and any men
that don't wanna get clapped
Better not
violate the camp, get shot down by chance
I'm
real advanced with that cock and blast
Cause
the feds wont look back, for cleaning
cash
What cashes we cleansing, it's all about
the Benjamins, what
If it's dirty then we
rincing it off
You niggaz don't give a fuck,
mobbed up in H2s
Niggaz is tlaking shit, aw
bitch, that's old news
They say I rap to
rhythm and blues
But when I turn on the radio,
I hear y'all niggaz rappin' it too
He's like
"Baby can you give it to me"
Nah, I'ma give it
to you
The same way that we gave it to
Proof
The same way that we gave it to
Loose
Put that bang, bang, bang to use
nigga
Cause Rule's the truth nigga, for
show
Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh,
uh-uh-uh-oh
Hit 'em in retro, throwback like
West 'Paul
Niggaz wanna ball, but can't on the
West Coast
Dre Day's been dead a long time
ago
Respect the Inc/Row/Rap-A-Lot
collabo
Just know that you nigga ain't save on
the globe
And while the world probes, I arrest
verse I.N.C.
I'm still wishing y'all the
R.I.P.
Can I Live, for I D.I.E.
I'm
talkin', M.O.B, murder inc bosses
Count your
losses

[Fatal Hussein]
Now before they
start runnin' they lips
I thought I should
warn these motherfuckers, there's a gun in this
bitch
And I know he's got one on his
hip
But I got the drop, and outside, Rule got
the Drops
All it takes is a cock and a
pop
Money for bail, ain't seeing no more
sales
Instead, I'm poppin' on Yahts
They
told me J.Prince runnin' the south
And I'm
beast from the east, that'll come and put a gun
in your mouth
I got bricks for days, dicks to
make a bitch behave
Had to baldhead my shit
threw, had to switch the waves
Just that
quick, slip and the mac spit, bladdat
Four up
in they chest and reload while they back
flip
We in this together, bad weather, rippin'
the storm
They some dictionary rappers, they
just spittin' the norm
You supposed to know
the La Costra Nostra flow
I did it, cause I
lived it, you can quote the flow
Hit your six
up with sixteen in sixty seconds
Get your
whips up, we split beams, keep fifty
weapons
To you coppers that's posin' a
threat
Fire up the air, wholes in the
tec
to put a hole in your neck
See I rep
for the four forty but I'm about the five
Ride
by, blazin' out the five, nigga I'm so
cool
Bitches say, Hizzy, you remind me of the
old school
In the club posted, snatching hoes
with no jewels
Nigga

[Ja Rule
talking]
You know
As the world turns, these
bitch niggaz is runnin'
and hiding and shit
(You know these motherfuckers be ducking'
hidin')
But I'm fucking chasin y'all
faggots
All across the globe (Smashing they
ass)
Out the back of BET, out the back of
clubs
Nigga, you ain't POPPIn' BUB IN NO
MOTHERFUCKIN' CLUBS, nowhere
NIGGA, BE HONEST
WITH YOURSELF you FUCKING CLOWNs
You niggaz is
fucking clowns, y'all ain't gonna nowhere
I'm
right here, I'm right here, huntin' you'll
motherfuckin'
Bitch ass niggaz down, it's a
wrap niggaz, it's a wrap niggaz
it's a wrap
niggaz, it's a wrap niggaz
A yo, this nigga,
this nigga runnin' around talkin' about
"I got
shot nine times, I got shot"
Want everybody to
be motherfuckin' sympathetic
A yo 50, pull
your skirt down B,
A yo, Niggaz get shot
everday b, you tough? HAHAHA
Yeah ... Murder
Inc shit . . . bitch ass nigga
WE OUT