Last of the Mohicans - Ja Rule, Black Child

Heh ha ha.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Last Of The Mohicans' man.

Let’s go!

Heh.

You’ll never take me alive.

(It's time- DJ!)

Heh.

(Wake 'em up!)

I’d like to introduce you all to somebody.

Somebody very dear.

I’m here to put you all through the pressure like nobody ever

Cause everytime I shoot nothing but fo' and betta

And them slugs get heada' your way any day fella

Cause when murder reigns you gona' need umbrellas

Kevlar and a whole lot of gun runners

You hotdog niggas hide your relish, ain’t shit to tell us

I keep the army, and they stay armed- best stay the fuck from 'round me

Unless your desire leads you to touch the dream

I be in back of the back, A.G. on the jeans

Hit the button to the left and you can see how it leans

This thang is like an airplane you park in the street

Mean, it’s so vicious call me young, all the wishes

Cause I wished for it all, beg the lord for forgiveness

Cause I sin I’ma sinner, but I win I’ma winner

I’m runnin' the marathon and y’all niggas are sprinters

I exercise more mental and massage my fingers

I’m lookin' forward to bangin' out start to finish

Give me a minute let me explain why most niggas is timid

They runnin' round with good bodies and no hearts in 'em

Makin' it easy fo' a nigga to get 'em- expose em'

Witness Rule the chosen, man who spit it the coldest

Load up this ten shot, till y’all niggas the hole-est

I’ma God send- niggas better act like they know this

Muthafucka

Your game ain’t nuthin' but smoke and mirrors (let 'em know)

Y’all clowns can’t be serious (uh-huh)

Many has tried but y’all can’t kill us

We still livin' this real vivid, we real niggas (nigga)

Your game ain’t nuthin' but smoke an' mirrors (uh-huh)

We ain’t neva scared I hope all y’all hear us

Many has tried but y’all can’t kill us

We still livin' this real vivid, we kill killers

The world is blind so now I gotta spit it in braille

That raw coked up flow you can put in the scales

So when niggas start dyin' can’t nobody tell

It’s jus an overdose injection of that braille

Rule, when I come thru' can’t nobody move me

I’m exclusive cop some new shit every Tuesday

Excuse me- bitch, I’m one of a kind

When I die study my mind and dupe' the design

Now I’m inclined, people say that I’m ahead of my time

Whoever said that they musta had they nose on the line

I’m not even in my prime yet, a veteran in this muthafuckin' rap shit

What religion you practice, a pristical baptist or catholic

I can’t really say I’m religious- and to that I’ma witness

But I’m spiritual that’s why I keep the Lord in the picture

40. Cal in the 7−40 I laugh at niggas

That wanna' get buried in cemeteries next to they bitches

And get thrown wit' bricks tied to they Lebron’s

The game we play is chess- them niggas is pawns

You the first pieces we take off the board, because I’ma king that’s from Queens

And then it’s the whole regime, betta known as the team

Big shout to my nigga Preme

It ain’t nothin' illegal about keepin' ya' cash clean

When you sellin' millions of records, and send me some jeans

Muthafucka

Your game ain’t nuthin' but smoke and mirrors (let 'em know)

Y’all clowns can’t be serious (uh-huh)

Many has tried but y’all can’t kill us

We still livin' this real vivid, we real niggas (nigga)

Your game ain’t nuthin' but smoke an' mirrors (uh-huh)

We ain’t neva scared I hope all y’all hear us

Many has tried but y’all can’t kill us

We still livin' this real vivid, we kill killers

Yeah.

You know.

Uh.

Wha’cha’ll don’t know?

There’s nothin' real about these niggas in this game.

This is it.

Murder Inc. nigga.

You lookin' at 'em.

The realest muthafuckin' niggas in the game.

You starin' at 'em.

Ain’t no need to look nowhere else.

It’s murder niggas.

Holla.

We ridin'.

You know.

C’mon niggas.

It’s danger.

It’s danger.

What up to my nigga Merc.

Big Caddy.

My nigga Black Child.

Rest in peace.

To our muthafuckin' soldier up in Heaven- my nigga D.O.

Cannons.

Do Cannons.

We see you nigga, we love you nigga.

(Shadow I see you nigga.

We gon' pour out a lil' liquor.

We gon' have some fun.

We gon' ride this muthafucka' out.

It’s murda'.

Real talk nigga.

We in the building…)