First Degree Lyrics - Ja Rule

[Da Franchise] 

Uh, {chuckles} 

Ey yo Chris Man, what you think these niggaz was thinking man? 

Fuck why'all niggaz thinking, man? Ain't no Violators except us man 

Why these niggaz trying to Violate shit without us man huh? 

I told these niggaz man a piece of the pie come in the game 

We want in man, Franchise want in 

[Verse 1] 

I love niggaz who talk drama till the gun is stuck in they face 

Screaming for they mama, 

left with three in the dome three in the chest and waist 

Don't let this young nigga decieve you, 

if you want beef then tell me where to meet you 

I'll bring so much heat, one side of the earth will melt, then step off 

Bitty boppin, chain rockin, notch in my belt, 

my niggas rock raw and stick barrel style 

Niggas mouth till they catch lock jaw, 

I got plans to spend a million and more 

Before I hit a million and four, before death, 

pull a gun on me squeeze one in me 

I'm trying to make sure, niggaz want none of me 

You 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 filthy 

I 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 

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[Chorus- Ja Rule][ x 2] 

It's murda, we gon leave you in, nigga 

Franchise gonna fill you wit lead, nigga 

No more crying over spilled blood 

Throw yo gunz if you a real thug 

Uhh 

[Verse 2] 

Yo, you see why'all sometime niggaz, boy, you gon speak to the four 

Cause you'se a sometime thug, sometime seeking the law 

I'ma seek to you it you breathe no more, when we crash the door 

It's not a game, Pesci don't laugh no more, black Tahoe 

Stashing the door, fitting beautful in it 

A nigga jinxed so there's a urinal in it, on the belt do the usual limit 

You know, double five, heading to L.I to buckle the pies 

Before I die I want you speakers to bleed my name 

Cafe, weed leaky K, franchise three of the same 

I let my niggaz hit this man, cause ain't nuttin but X's on my hitlist, man 

And I'm a business man in the city, don't force the kid 

I'm a gangsta once I cross the bridge and I toss yo wig 

Frontin niggaz, don't fake for me 

Cause for them cakes I'm running in yo bakery 

It's murda 

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[Chorus- Ja Rule][ x 2] 

It's murda, we gon leave you in, nigga 

Franchise gonna fill you wit lead, nigga 

No more crying over spilled blood 

Throw yo gunz if you a real thug 

Uhh 

[Verse 3] 

Ey yo my niggaz stay on the job and if there's any drama involved 

We grip shotguns, maddex are the one's that revolve 

See me hoppin out a gray 5, dope in the trunk 

And enough coke to have these blocks open for months 

When I pop up, niggaz better head for the hills 

Act up and you gon see how many heads'll get killed 

Starter for war, dog I'm holdin plenty of gunz 

Niggaz come home to find a bomb taped to they son 

Bunch of violent niggaz taking your one's 

Went from copping a bird now we cop em by the tons, ya heard? 

I down henny till my vision is blurred 

Shit I'm only trying to live it up, get high and drunk till I hurl 

Type of nigga that'll bag up yo girl and twist her 

I got no love for these niggaz and these bitch ass niggaz 

Hatin me cause they wish they had it like me 

I'm from Brooklyn and I'm glad to be (Brooklyn!) 

It's murda 

[Chorus- Ja Rule][ x 2] 

It's murda, we gon leave you in, nigga 

Franchise gonna fill you wit lead, nigga 

No more crying over spilled blood 

Throw yo gunz if you a real thug 

Uhh