Blood In My Eye - Ja Rule, Hussein Fatal

And what ever it is then that’s what is gonna be nigga

Hussein Fatal, the outlaw don, Blood In My Eyes

Shyea', Triple O stand up, Got your mind’s back right

Jerse’s mobbin’these cowards all the time

You know gunning them down, Every thing like that

Smooth stayin’forty below on these cowards, early nigga

Outlaw status only got these niggaz on freeze

Get down and lay down, Draw heat and protect your self

Rule’holla at yo’peoples nigga.

For now on call me the don, and bicthes call me don da da Where ever I go niggaz soon to follow'

Like when I dropped my first joint making the world Holla

I kept it Between Me And You

Cause that what real street niggaz do Put it on Me, cause even thugs get lonely

Sometimes I Cry, fo’niggaz I’m a baptized

when will they realize I Live It Up cop tha coke sell it and re’it up

I’m Always On Time got bitches Memsmerize

from the Thug Lovin load the clip

cock back the nine, open mouth shove it look in his eyes, and squeeze like fuck it And just to think my niggaz do this shit for nuthin'

When my wild Rule’thuggins, lookin’to get a come up Come on in and catch the angel that’s all in Call me Lord remis’my time, and I’ll arrive with

Blood in my eyes

That’s what real niggaz do u know

We hold it down for each other

We don’t waste time we get it done

Why not, Why would’nt we, you know

That what goes down you know

You draw yours, I draw mine

Who ever get the drop that what it is The object is to get it done, let’s go it’s nuthin'(Yo)

Fuck tha world and niggaz that proceed to run it Rule'for prez cause I'm one of the best that done it On the M-I, these niggaz spittin'semi, to get by But never really get right, livin off of the hit I

DMX was my dog, but now we just dog fight

Sucking on glass dicks, calling them crack pipes

And I’m hearin’you letting yo’health slide these days

And yo lady’s dicked up, and you contracted to aids

Who the fuck you callin’gay nigga, must a been talk to Em’and Dre, nigga, pour out a little liqour

And rest in peace to Tupac Shakur, cause you let us know

that Dre was a queer before

And Marshall how dare you use his name in vain

Son of a panther, you’ll never understand his pain

But you do understand trailer parks and cocaine

Disrespcting your mother what fuckin part of the game is that man, I guess this world need change

so we got it, and now I gotta put 'em in the grave

Red, guide 'em before they put us in the cage

Rule’and Gotti america’s most wanted to many.

Come and get me!!!

(Pretty soon ya gonna pay)