Niggas & Bitches Lyrics - Blood In My Eye - Ja Rule

Yeah, 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 building) 

Yeah, ha ha 

[Chorus] 

Niggas! Grip the iron and keep it cocked 

Bitches! Work your clit keep that pussy hot 

Cause it's all about the Benjamins and nobody ain't doin' it like us 

C'mon what y'all want? 

Niggas! Grip the iron and keep it cocked 

Bitches! Work your 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! 

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Fuck all y'all motherfuckin' bitch ass niggas 

I'm talkin' to whoever wanna be ridin' my dick 

And you know your gon' get it as hot as I spit it 

It's the Rule and nobody wanna be bothered with 

If I hit 'em in every direction with four fifths 

Will expend like 45's with compact discs (c'mon) 

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 it all on the dick 

Like when I come through with spinners on the six 

And got bitches bouncin' like Ronnie in Tricks 

But some whores in this game really don't make sense 

Bomb roof and via Cal's and clonin Ems 

But when bullets go through your film, we break your limbs 

A horror show, yeah picture this 

Cause I guess you can't see it, it's Murder again 

Photos 

[Chorus] 

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 freakin' 

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 (c'mon) 

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] 

Yeah, yeah, yo, Murder's outlaw, that guess I get a city's a broads 

So I push the Porsche high and truck to court 

Holla at the judge if the judge made a bad decision 

I feel like the nigga that triggerin' guns with mittens 

It's hard to get done, I'm hearin' that security runs 

Around 30K, if they don't get hit with an AK 

And found out that the security's runnin' another way 

Like with me, it's Murder, probably 

If I could drop in to manslaughter get a bail and flee 

Cause my downess says bitch up, let her handle the pick up 

Snow cone the country leave no market untouched 

Call me drugs if this is how they pushin' us rafters 

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] 

Fagots, haha (Panna Banana what up) 

Yeah, shout out to my nigga 01 

(my nigga Holla, I see you baby) 

Baby, you know what I mean? 

My nigga Black Child (Joe, what up nigga) 

Big Cadillac, my motherfuckin' partner my brother 

What up Gotti, you know how we gonna do these niggas 

You ain't got to pick up no mic either my nigga 

I got this, I got these niggas Gotti 

Holla back nigga 

Yeah, uh, yo my nigga Burns in the building 

Blow somethin up nigga