| Paroles: | [Ja Rule - talking]
Ja Rule, Chuck B-more
Every thug needs a lady
And every thug
needs a down ass bitch, huh, feel me
Every thug needs a lady
Baby I'm convinced, you my
down ass bitch
[Chorus - Ja Rule]
Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah)
If you'd lie
for me, like you lovin me
Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah)
If you'd die for me, like you cry
for me
Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah)
If you'd kill for me, like you comfort me
Baby
say yeah, (baby say yeah)
Girl I'm convinced, you're my down ass bitch
[Ja
Rule]
Uh
I know that you're lovin me, 'cause you thug with me, who bust slugs for me?
My baby
Who gon' kill for you, like I comfort you, who else but the Rule?
You feel me
Girl when we connect the dots we hit the spot
Twin Benz's, you ride hard, I ride drop
And
to make it better, baby got the nina' Beretta tucked low
And I'm two cars back with the
four-four
And it freaks you out, on your momma's couch, that's what us thugs be 'bout
You
know me
And when I pray for love, baby pray for us, who celebrates the thugs?
My lady
Got me seekin capital game when I spit sixteen
Whether bars or sixteens in the doors of
cars
A star is born
In the hood, made a name live on, R-U-L-E, ladies, feel me
[Chorus]
[Charli Baltimore]
Now I'm show you blood or love, there's no belly you
bounce from
Blow sellin, dough amounts to no tellin
There'll be no tellin, snitches get it
back
Those gats to your backs for my boy
What part of the game is that, huh?
Niggas
and they feelings 'cause I handle your dealings, keep your name in tact
My fame's in tact so
cops won't know what it's hittin for
Now hoes wanna know what you shittin for
'Cause I'm
your bitch, the Bonnie to your Clyde
It's mental, mash your enemies, we out in the rental
I'm your bitch, niggas run up on ya, shift ya lungs, who's your organ donor?
What they know
about, extreme meausures I'm a ride with you
And my baby three-eighty at my side
And we
lock the town, I'm as down as any thug
My love, they gotta take us in blood, what
[Chorus]
[Ja Rule]
You could die from love, at any given time I could die from
slugs
But that's what this life is capable of
The death and the life of a bitch and a
thug, is what I'm scared of
But God up in Heaven who ain't afraid to, tuck the toast in the
Escalade
Pop on niggas that showin me shade, but only for the Rule 'cause that's my baby
Got me a down ass bitch with red hair, that don't care
Blazed by the shots and flares
Girl
c'mon, follow me, and bust back at police, conceal ya heat
It's a bit much to blaze up, Rule
and Chuck, N-I-G, the Murderous, I-N-C
With one on the hip, one in the holster, nigga will
toast ya quick
Especially a down ass bitch
[Chorus]
[Ja Rule]
Thug
on, 'cause you my down ass bitch
Thug on, ladies
Thug on, 'cause you my down ass
bitch
Thug on, baby
Thug on, 'cause you my down ass bitch
Thug on, ladies
Thug
on, 'cause you my down ass bitch
Thug on, baby
[Chorus 2x]
Baby say yeah,
(baby say yeah) |
