Niggas & Bitches

Lyrics

[Intro: Ja Rule] Yeah Ah ha, uh huh You know how we do (we're gonna do how we do) Uh, uh, yo my nigga Cad what's hangin nigga (gangsta shit) Nigga Terry what's goin on nigga Let me talk to 'em for a minute (Murder Inc. bosses in the buildin') Yeah, haha [Chorus] NIGGAS! Grip the iron and keep it cocked BITCHES! Rub ya clit get that pussy hot 'Cause it's all about the benjamins and nobody ain't doin' it like us come on what y'all want? NIGGAS! Grip the iron and keep it cocked BITCHES! Rub ya clit keep that pussy hot 'Cause it's all about sex, money, and murder, bitches that burn ya, niggas with burners Cocked and let go! [Verse 1] Fuck all y'all motherfuckin' bitch ass niggas I'm talkin' to whoever wanna be ridin' my didick And you know you gon' get it as hot as I spit it (Yeah) It's the Rule and nobody wanna be bothered wit If I hit 'em in every direction with four fifths (Yeah) Will they spin like 45's with compact discs (come on) It's a disappointment to see niggas flip on Rule like they double jointed When I'm one of rap's anointed Who else used to order (Haha) this all on the dick (Yea) Like when I come through with spinners on the six And got bitches bouncin' like Ronnie in Tricks (Yeah) 'Cause some whores in this game really don't make sense (You know) Bomb proofin' vehicles and clonin' m's (Hoe ass niggas) But when bullets go through your film and break your limbs The horror show begins, picture this (Rule) Just in case you can't see (Rule) it, it's Murda again [Chorus] NIGGAS! Grip the iron and keep it cocked BITCHES! Rub ya clit get that pussy hot 'Cause it's all about the benjamins and nobody ain't doin' it like us come on what y'all want? NIGGAS! Grip the iron and keep it cocked BITCHES! Rub ya clit keep that pussy hot 'Cause it's all about sex, money, and murder, bitches that burn ya, niggas with burners Cocked and let go! [Verse 2] Rule I fuck with bitches in Manolos and thick Louie Vuitton logos 'Cause I don't love these hoes I'm above and beyond everything that your seein' And I'm the only real nigga left rappin' this ???? If I could be one of the seasons, you'd call me summer The way I bang the heater out the back of the Hummer The bull just move like runners from city block to city block Layin' down the foundation for what's really hot Y'all niggas really not on my level (come on) I'm like slugs when they pierce the metal, you see sparks (what) My voice is a brush, they hear it it's like art And nobody can really tell the twins apart I call one Nina, other one Santa Maria I might roll up on your set, dump and lean ya My bitch is cocked to bang men in Virginia Don't make me run up on ya, put a few in ya [Chorus] NIGGAS! Grip the iron and keep it cocked BITCHES! Rub ya clit get that pussy hot 'Cause it's all about the benjamins and nobody ain't doin' it like us come on what y'all want? NIGGAS! Grip the iron and keep it cocked BITCHES! Rub ya clit keep that pussy hot 'Cause it's all about sex, (yeah) money, and murder, bitches (yeah) that burn ya, niggas with burners (yo) Cocked and let go! [Verse 3] Murder's outlaw, that guess I get a city's a broads So I push the Porsche Cayenne truck to court Holla at the judge if the judge made a bad decision I feel like the nigga that triggerin' guns wit mittens It's hard to get done, I'm hearin' that security runs Around 30K, if they don't get hit wit a A.K And found out that the security's runnin' another way Like wit me, it's murder, probably If I could drop it to manslaughter get a bail and flee Call my down asses bitch up, let her handle the cook ups Snow cone the country leave no market untouched Call me drugs if this is how they pushin' us rappers But I don't do it 'cause I need it, I do it 'cause I want more Definition is greed, I do it 'cause I want yours And y'all niggas is teasin', y'all don't really want war But if you really do, your gonna need a lot more [Chorus: x2] NIGGAS! Grip the iron and keep it cocked BITCHES! Rub ya clit get that pussy hot 'Cause it's all about the benjamins and nobody ain't doin' it like us come on what y'all want? NIGGAS! Grip the iron and keep it cocked BITCHES! Rub ya clit keep that pussy hot 'Cause it's all about sex, money, and murder, bitches that burn ya, niggas with burners Cocked and let go! NIGGAS! Grip the iron and keep it cocked BITCHES! Rub ya clit get that pussy hot 'Cause it's all about the benjamins and nobody ain't doin' it like us come on what y'all want? NIGGAS! Grip the iron and keep it cocked BITCHES! Rub ya clit keep that pussy hot 'Cause it's all about sex, money, and murder, bitches that burn ya, niggas with burners Cocked and let go! [Outro: Ja Rule] Faggots, haha (Panna Banana what up) Yeah (My nigga holla) Shout out my nigga 01, (I see you nigga) nigga you know what I mean, my nigga Black Child Big Caddillac (Joe, what up nigga) My motherfuckin' partner my brother, what up Gotti, you know how we gon' do these niggas (You know) You ain't gotta pick up no mic either my nigga (That's real) I got this, I got these niggas Gotti (I got these niggas Gotti, I got these niggas Gotti) Holla back nigga Ha ha ha ha (ha) Yeah (Yeah) Uh My nigga Burns in the buildin' (Everybody in the motherfuckin' buildin') Blow sumthin' up nigga Yeah