The Inc. Lyrics - Pain Is Love - Ja Rule

[Caddillac Tah talking] 

Yo, that's right 

Niggas just ain't, doin' it how we doin' it 

Nah mean son? I G 

[Chorus: x 2] 

Murder INC. 

Takin' flight 

We go hard 

Betta get it right 

[Caddillac Tah] 

We go hard! yeah 

Player not for nuttin' 

I spit fo' and leave a nigga bent up fo' sho', get low 

Only got love for gangsta niggas, get doe 

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That's for all the hatin' niggas waitin' to see me go 

Down to the bottom 

Chop up crack 

Playin' the blocks and 

Still wouldn't matter, push the rock well like Stockton 

Paper chasin', chasin' acres 

Operation get rich, take money over a bitch 

You see me move low in the six and magazines a flicks 

Playin' hard in the porch, plush 

Young thuggin' and bossed up 

Touch niggas clutchin' what they know they bustin' 

We can do whatever nigga, whenever nigga 

Really is nothing 

Murder killa, we crush 'em, shit 

Got the industry on romadon 

While we celebrate tastin' bottles of Perinon 

Photos 

So for life it's murder 

Ice burners, stacks and trucks 

We after bucks, mother fucker! 

Murder INC. 

[Black Child] 

Murder INC.'s the underdog 

It's a blessin' to ball 

We learn a lesson from why'all 

How not to fall 

Black Child will body a beat, this is airway robbery 

When Murder INC. drop albums, that's when gangstas party 

What chu know about Ferrari or Cadillac Escalade 

Or bitches on Ecstasy, sexy 

Eat, sleep, eat and watch freaks eat freaks 

Throw it up, put it down for the streets 

Who wouldn't fall in love, with a life like this 

Hittin' hoes that's priceless 

In tight icebergs shit 

You can blame the drugs 

It ain't gon' change to slugs 

A famous thug 

Pain is love, mother fuckers! 

[Chorus: x 2] 

[Ja Rule] 

Who would've thought, we get away with manslaughter 

Numerous cars, cribs off the water 

A playa no longer, life's gettin' shorter 

Tired of hoes takin' offers, instead of orders 

The Rule don't condone this 

Cause in the late '60's this game was flawless 

Until blow got on the rise 

Them ol' Jacks was slingin' pies in bell bottoms and buttonflies 

But now, pop yo collars, blow set for sag 

And we still fly birds L-A-X to Lag 

They roll caddies with white walls, we ride Benz with mags 

Still the goal remains the same, guard from feds 

Why-D to O-G, the game chose me 

Are-you-L-E the INC. and I-G 

We never gon' break free from this life we live as thugs 

Pain is love, it's murda 

[Chorus: x 2] 

[Ashanti] 

You see the life we live, we on the murderous shit 

And every time we breathe, it's Murder I-N-see 

You know it's love to thug, cause thug is in our blood 

And how we paint this shit, stay on that gangsta shit 

You see the life we live, we on the murderous shit 

And every time we breathe, it's Murder I-N-see 

You know it's love to thug, cause thug is in our blood 

And how we paint this shit, stay on that gangsta shit 

Stay on that gangsta shit, stay on that gangsta shit 

Stay on that gangsta shit 

See what we do when we do what we do when we do it 

Stay on that gangsta shit