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Ja Rule - The Last Temptation Album Lyrics



Ja Rule - The Last Temptation Lyrics






Intro

Ayo buck ayo start the motherf*ckin track
we let these niggaz i aint got to spit shit at these clown
these f*ckin chumps word to mother right now
i'm about to go a head and continue
to make my motherf*ckin hits and shit
and do what i do you know that motherf*ckin platnum sound
that muder inc sound
what up gotti
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Thug Lovin

Yeah, the tide's goin' down nigga
All we need is a a stage, Gotti
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, c'mon
It's on and poppin' baby
The Last Temptation!
He's back! Whoo
Y'all know what I'm talkin' bout
To the world over, B. Brown
Come on, come on

And I know you're gettin' bored dealin' with him
I know you miss my lovin', my thuggin', thug lovin'
And I know you're gettin' bored dealin' with him
I know you miss my lovin', my thuggin', thug lovin'
And I know you're gettin' bored

I know you're livin your life, faithfully
Safe from me, away from me, but you miss bein' next to me
Don't you. don't let our love haunt you
Lust for what you want and go for your guns

And back out on anyone tries to interfere or intervene
With me peelin' your wide body outta them tight jeans
Wrist on freeze, seats on lean, shoes 19
Comin' through in that Bentley thang

The top of the town, the keys to the city
You and I make headlines
Like Lo, and Diddy, Bob and Whitney
I'm here 'cuz the Lord sent me pound push like a fugilist

But I'm real devilish and freak that bad bitches, shit
But you, a different story and I know you're gettin' bored and
And he ain't gettin' you horny no more, is he?
When it's all said and done, it's me
Lovin', thuggin'

And I know you're gettin' bored dealin' with him
I know you miss my lovin', my thuggin', thug lovin'
And I know you're gettin' bored dealin' with him
I know you miss my lovin', my thuggin', thug lovin'
And I know you're gettin' bored

Sweet thang livin' it
Won't you let me let you live it a little bit?
I know a stressful relationship is hard to deal with
But here's how you deal with it

On your weekly visits, use a code name
To protect the innocent, maybe I'm too generous
Generally believin' that all women want me
They don't wanna get even, but who do you believe in?

Is it money or God? Betrayal or trust, sustain your vows
Secretly or sacred' cuz I love it when you pop your body, body
Move your body, body, drink up all the Bacardi
And roll up alongside me, I love too see you wild and free

But occasionally you get cold wet feet
And all that it means to me is that you need my heat
'Cuz when it's said and done you're gonna want me
Lovin', thuggin', baby, baby

And I know you're gettin' bored dealin' with him
I know you miss my lovin', my thuggin', thug lovin'
And I know you're gettin' bored dealin' with him
I know you miss my lovin', my thuggin', thug lovin'
And I know you're gettin' bored

Baby girl, here I'm holdin' your love hostage
The ransom for you, sugar, be priceless
'Cuz you been gettin' at me in many a ways
Now, tell your man to watch his back and duck them strays

'Cuz I been in a rage lately
Hopin' God'll forgive me for all the sin and all the woman
All the drama I been in and it's just the beginnin'
I hope your watchin' so you could see that nigga ain't built like me

The black sheep of my family
But we one in the same, that's why we get along
Freak off and get it on
When we make love lookin' somethin' like soft porn

Tell me, baby, do you really wanna go home to him?
But the brightest of your days just goin' look dim
'Cuz you f*ckin' with a loser, baby, you can't win
When it's said and done you're gonna need me
Lovin', thuggin', baby, baby

And I know you're gettin' bored dealin' with him
I know you miss my lovin', my thuggin', thug lovin'
And I know you're gettin' bored dealin' with him
I know you miss my lovin', my thuggin', thug lovin'
And I know you're gettin' bored, baby

Yeah, yeah, I.G, Ja Rule
B. Brown Murder Inc.
Def Jam, Sony
This is what we buildin' here
Classic shit
Murder Inc.
Ja, B. Brown, Murder

It's that real shit, Rule, baby
Bring it back my, niggaz
Goddammit, Goddammit
Goddammit, look at these kids here
Now, tell me this ain't no mothrf*ckin' games we shit here

Big Brown and motherf*ckin' Ja Rule
I.G., you son of a bitch he did it again
Motherf*cker called B. Brown is back
Ain't that some shit
I'm motherf*ckin' big Remo in this bitch
I'm here to let you know
We ain't playin' man
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Writer: STEVIE WONDER, JEFFREY ATKINS, IRVING DOMINGO(GOTTI LORENZO, A PARKER
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group




Mesmerize

Haha yeah, what up ma?
Yeah I know, I know
It's all good, Murder Inc

Girl your stare, those eyes, I love it when you look at me baby
Your lips, your smile, I love it when you kiss me baby
Your hips, those thighs, I love it when you thug me baby
And I can't deny, I love it when you shake it, hehe
Love it when I'm with you baby

I got a fetish with f*cking you with the skirt on
On a back street in the back seat of a Yukon
What's taking so long? I'm getting extra impatient
Waiting for you to tell a nigga to move on

Between me and you we can find each other fly aboard in my private G2
I'm not trying to g you, I'm trying to see you bent over
You know how we do it, feet to shoulders bring heat to the coldest night So ferocious, promoting the dick game is poor

'Cause in the bed, nigga go hard like Jordan sweat pouring
Loving the way you be moaning, gripping
The sheets, looking at me, licking at me
'Cause every woman just want to be happy
It's crazy but baby, I love it when I'm with you baby

Girl your stare, those eyes, I love it when you look at me baby
Your lips, your smile, I love it when you kiss me baby
Your hips, those thighs, I love it when you thug me baby
And I can't deny, I love it when you shake it, hehe
Love it when I'm with you baby

I wanna get away, 'cause you know, like I know
And there's a better day coming
And I hooked on your lovin', believe me
And when you want my body

I know you need me, wait for me baby
I been going half crazy for your love
And I was told that the sex is better then drugs
Making addictive boy listen

You're the only piece of the puzzle been missing
Like when you kissing
(Bye, bye, bye)
You got a girl that'll ride, ride, ride
So take me tonight and do what you do to me baby

Girl your stare, those eyes, I love it when you look at me baby
Your lips, your smile, I love it when you kiss me baby
Your hips, those thighs, I love it when you thug me baby
And I can't deny I love it when you shake it, hehe
Love it when I'm with you baby

Shorty
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Writer: Irving Lorenzo, Andre Parker, Linda Creed, Thom Bell, Jeffrey Atkins
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.




Pop Niggas

[Ja Rule]
How many niggas hit the scene like Rule
Benley GT, pushin through bock flooded, with jewels
H-2 with the hungerous Rule beside me
Armed up the army, don't play that with nobody
Rule, Murder & Gotti
We hittin bitches like Lowe's be hittin switches, 16 at a time
Times that behind with me down we lose and find
X style the night that they mind we ? the times
With renegades prowling this bitch with braids
Leather gloves with dark shades and sowed off day
Reminiscing the Cleo, she go to living life flawless
Who the boss, you know this
Who the GOD, who fawlging
Hit me im giving niggas 1 to 3
Y'all need 1 to 3 hours to accomplish what we have built here
You nigga know this is Rule here
I'm cocking back, I got an idea

[Chorus]
Just hop nigga, hop nigga, just hop niggas, cuz I pop niggas
When you see the Rule comin'
Clear the block niggas, hop niggas, just hop nigga, cuz I pop niggas
When you see the chrome run
Hop nigga, hop nigga, just hop nigga, cuz i pop niggas
When you see the Rule comin'
Clear the block niggas, hop nigga, just hop nigga, cuz I pop niggas
When you see the chrome run

[Ja Rule]
Y'all niggas wanna see the N-G
I'll go watch it like its a hundred and ten of me
Guns bustin' in every direction, the public enemy
But naah I aint Chuck B, Its Rule baby
Y'all niggas wanna get it crazy, come on y'all cant fade me
The music is slavery, roll up and haze
Because most niggas is lazy cotton pickers
Wish they'd find out its me and my niggas they gone
Cuz they prisoners of they own home, we party and get it on
LIVE IT UP! As soon as we hit em home
We tuckin away the chrome and humpin up on some hoes
We dem niggas you love to hate...I know
Who cares I been blowin your bitch back out for years
Plus she shared so many tears for me
While you was away, was around the time I made "Put It On Me"
So homie, stay from 'round here you aint know, this is Rule here
I'm cockin back, I got an idea

[Chorus]

[P. Williams]
Yeah, you feelin hot tonight well look it here playboy we could go outside
[x2]
HUH, you feelin hot tonight well look it here lil' mama we could go outside
[x2]

[Ja Rule]
Certain niggas need to be kissed in the ground that I walk
Shuttin up when I talk, its Rule in full floss
5-0 is tellin him X marks the speasy
How niggas gettin dis money, it can't be this easy
Believe me, I see between cracks and crevices
Angelic and devilish, who thinks better than this
The shell love and angel live in the darkest angles, this is Rule here
I'm cockin back I got an idea

[Chorus]

[P. Williams]
Yeah, you feelin hot tonight
well look it here playboy we could go outside [x2]
HUH, you feelin hot tonight
well look it here lil' mama we could go outside [x2]

[Chorus]
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The Pledge (Remix)

[Ashanti]
(There's no me)
In the beginnin'
When no one else was around
You were there
(Don't you know that I would never...)
And now, that everything is good
You gotta know
I'll ride out wit'chu
Foreva

[Ashanti]
I neva thought that I could finally stay
That always got me comin' back again
Somethin' about the way you move
Ya got me hooked on you, no matta what I do
I neva felt this way for anotha
It's feelin' kinda strange but I love it
You gotta know that I will neva leave
You did that thang to me
And you will where I be

[Ashanti]
There's no me, without you
I can't be, without you
Don't you know that I will never leave, leavin' you
All I need, need is you

[Ashanti]
You're always there to make me feel so right
You got me thinkin' bout you day and night
Thinkin' bout how my life is now
How you make me smile, and I love your style
We've been togetha through thick and thin
Whateva troubles you're in, I'm in
You gotta know that I would neva leave
You did that thang to me
And you will where I be
What you've done to me
You know that I can't see, myself
Livin' without you
Bein' without you
Breathin' without you baby
What you've done to me
You know that I can't see, myself
Livin' without you
Bein' without you
Breathin' without you baby

[Chorus]

[Caddillac Tah (Ashanti)]
Yeah, now it don't matta if you hatin' us more
We gon' get that dough
Tha camp is strong
Can't do nuttin' else but flow
I chant this cause
I'm lettin' you all know
(It's Murda, murda) Yeah
Now you know I'ma put my life on the line for yours
Pullin' nine out the drawer
Strap up when it's time for war
Stack up, every penny money over these broads
Back up, against the wall in the right or wrong
I pledge allegiance to I-N-see, it's the clique
Until I die I'ma ride for my niggas, through thick
And thin, playa and we playin' to win
Steady ballin', soarin', long diggin' these broads in
Now my brothas keep my slugs a street and pluggin' heat
Ya f*ckin' wit ma family so undastand be
There's no me without them, all we got is us
Me and Ashanti tearin' it up
Nigga what

[x 2]

[Ashanti]
Murder I-N-see
You know that I can't see, myself
Livin' without you
Bein' without you
Breathin' without you baby
What you've done to me
You know that I can't see, myself
Livin' without you
Bein' without you
Breathin' without you baby
Murder I-N-see

[Caddillac Tah]
(Laughing)
Murder INC
Yeah
My nigga says
And my princess
Ashanti
We got eachotha ya'll
Nowhere
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Writer: GREGORY E. JACOBS, JEFFREY B. ATKINS, ASHANTI S. DOUGLAS, NASIR JONES, TUPAC AMARU SHAKUR, STEVIE WONDER, SEVEN MARCUS AURELIUS, IRVING DOMINGO LORENZO, ERIC VANDELL BAKER
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, Missing Link Music, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.




Murder Reigns

Yea [echoes]
I feel the rain comin down on me nigga, heh [echoes]
When the sun gon' shine? [echoes]
My lord, somebody help us all, heheh [echoes]

[singer: repeat in background]
I think the reign is calling murder
I think the reign is calling murder
I think the reign is calling murder
I think the reign is calling murder

[Ja Rule over singer]
Ja Rule baby!
Last Temptation, time to kill these niggaz
Dear Lord, can you, feel my pain

[Ja Rule]
If you can't it's alright, cause I'ma live my life anyway
Just let, it, rain - on me
I feel, so free like a, cool breeze
And when the sun, gon', shine
Fold up the mini-blinds, load up the lucky 9
And hit 'em up from behind
That's, my, life - and it'll never be the same
Ever again, the game is to blame
Don't get caught up in your Range Rover, pullin over
On the Westside highway shoulder, nigga I'll blow ya
like a windshield, leave yo' mind on the windshield
And have yo' whip doin windmills, that's what rain feels
like, when it's hittin a little harder than drizzle
And pickles flyin out pistols, gotta niggaz cryin they Christians and
I can't believe shit has come to this
It's unheard of, now it's gonna reign down murder

[Chorus: singer]
I think the reign is calling murder
I think the reign is calling murder
I think the reign is calling murder
I think the reign is calling murder

[Ja Rule]
God only breathes with the best of them, bury the rest of them
A storm is comin, I got a hundred mile runnin head start
on these niggaz cause it's murder for life
Drugs, bitches, and money be my only vice
But I'm livin life in the fast lane, doin the damn thang
In the Ferrari hard top watchin "Hard Rain"
It's a damn shame, no more games
No more love, baby boy I throw back slugs
through your Green Bay throwback, I hits that up
And let you know where the reign is from
You ever heard of mixin whiskey with Jamaican rum? You get Biggie
Mix gin with a little cocaine, you got me
And my style is a little too savage to not be
Be looked upon as one of the illest to MC
Y'all niggaz want it with me? That shit's unheard of
Cause niggaz, now it's gonna reign down murder

[Chorus]

Nobody loves me

[Ja Rule]
Sometimes I wish the good Lord would come down and hug me
I take a look at my life, it's gettin ugly
And now I know that you all wanna slug me
I can get above it, it's my life and I dug it
Even though I live it close to the edge
I'm gettin closer to death, with eve-rrry little step
that I take, in the awake of my last days
I hope the sun shines with a light rain
That would mean the world shared my pain
And now the world could be happy again, smile
Cause if I ever walk "The Green Mile"
You can look at me and blame it on my lifestyle
What can I say? I was raised as an only child, lonely
Poppa disowned me, so the streets raised me
To call me crazy is not unheard of
Now it's gonna reign down murder

[Chorus - repeat to fade]
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Writer: JEFF PORCARO, IRVING LORENZO, 7 MARCUS AURELIUS, DAVID PAICH, JEFFREY ATKINS
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Spirit Music Group, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC




Last Temptation

(feat. Charli Baltimore)

[Ja Rule]
Yeah, yeah, heh
You feel that
Can you feel that
Yall cant feel that, heh, yeah
We gonna do it like this
Real old school, shit
Take them back to the parks and shit
Do it like, we used to do it, you know
DJ Irv days, and shit

[Chorus]
Lets all get high, get out, feel free tonight
Temptations, is tempting
To have the time of your life
Lets all get high, get out, feel free tonight
Temptations, is tempting
To have the time of your life

[Ja Rule]
Come on y'all, tonight somebody sho nuff
Gon' tear the club the f*ck up as soon as I hit the scene
All eyes on us, mean, and so vicious
A good nigga, bad intentions
Not to mention, them 12 engine benzes with fish lenses
We park right out front
To handle our business
The broads on the way in
Showin a little attention
Like, i f*cked before but aint never call
Thats life you either love to live it
Or just live it, i live it to the limit
Champaigne finish gangsta
Image, platinum shades swingin
Then i do that 2 step that niggaz do
We dont really dance
We just rub the dick on the ass
And fill the glass with nothin but ??
And if they pop it gettin the poppin with me
Get my niggaz tonight baby, lets partaay!

[Chorus]

[Charli Baltimore]
Yo, uh
Now a party aint a party till chuck come through
Bring who? Rolled dolo jeans over Manolo's
Duke says I look better out the photos
And hotter in person, hottest when I'm cursin
Love my bitch thuggelbees
Strokin my ego, then he go
For the bubbly, nigga love me
We go to the vehicle, talk dirty
Past flirty, flight leavin at 5:30
It's hot in herre, foggin the windows
Bubble m's be the symbols through that!
Throw dat, I the designated driver
Chuck never the rider, gotta play
Passenger side beside them, whoa
Gotta be controllin when I'm rollin
Weed niggaz swollen, cock blocker
Hands on my knockers, he feelin them poppers
But Chuck never givin it up, livin it up

[Chorus 1x]

[Charli Baltimore]
Uh, Count me and My niggaz as OD'in
Rule got a bitch Korean, lap dancin
Off to the murder mansion, ride the shoulder
Benz and the Rover, Nigga we aint sober
Girl Interrupted, murder got me corrupted
With shots so that any lickin shots with the semi
Out the sunroof of the Bentley
Bottles all empty but niggaz got stashes
Never f*ckin the glasses

[Ja Rule]
Ha, You know the Rule roll up in the party
Me and Charli, Ready to have them hotties
Rub up on my body, cuz after the club
Its the after set, with some pushin a little head
Is always the safe bet, she tell me V twizzy
In the Red Corvette, swervin lanes
?? a little pain and say what's my name, Rule Baby!
You know it, now lets get high
Take a ride with me tonight, yea

[Chorus 3x]

We gotta give a dance to this shit here ha-ha

Uh Murder Inc shit,
Heh, yea Rule baby
Chuck B-More, its a family affair
Can you feel it, can you feel it
You cant feel it, heh
TEMPTATIONS!

[Chorus 1x]

Come On Yall!






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Writer: KENTON NIX, JEFFREY B. ATKINS, IRVING DOMINGO LORENZO, ANDRE S. PARKER, TIFFANY LANE
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group




Murder Me

[Ja Rule]
Uh, uh, yeah
We back up in this motherf*cker
Murder Inc
Ha ha
I go by the name of the Rule
You know
Got my nigga Chink Santana in the house
My nigga Buck, my clique niggaz
My murder by number niggaz
My nigga black, 0-1 you know
My new nigga life...what's happenin?
Yeah
Bout the let these bitches know like you know
When we f*ckin em and shit all crazy
You want a nigga callin shit
We ain't got time for that ma
We just come threw and murder the puss that all
Ha ha ha ha

[Chorus: Alexi]
Baby when your sexin me
I kinda like when ya...murder me
Baby....murder me
[Repeat once]

[Ja Rule]
Listen love I know your used to gettin sweet nothings whispered to ya
But my dick game will ruined ya mind and influence ya to do certain things
Like hop in the range, in the rain, ass naked, to get spanked
This is your world and your doin your thing go ahead momma
I got no problem being on the bottom
The way you shake that ass like ho's from Harlem
Reminds me to call ya the same time tommora
Cuz baby I'm impressed, by the way you, shake them ass and hips
By the way you make me wanna leave the one I'm wit
Take the spot of being my "down ass bitch"
Baby murder me, heh
The way I murder you, heh
That look in your eyes is like the sunrise when your f*ckin me

[Chorus: Alexi]
Baby when your sexin me
I kinda like when ya...murder me
Baby....murder me
[Repeat once]

[Caddillac Tah]
Yo, yo
We can go from the bed to the hot tub
Until you get enough
Mommy I'll call ya bluff and put it up in ya gut
Cuz I'm a gangsta, so I'll hit her wit the gangsta touches
Bottle of henesey, dro and some dutches
Man I'll pull up in like three in the mornin, honkin
You at the door wit a t-shirt on and a thongs
And tellin me come on in get out of the cold
But never the less I hit the flesh and gotta go, rarely though
Let me put a buck in your ear
and let you know I'm the thug of the year
And the last thing I do is care
Legs up, killin it, drillin it
Man she feelin it, shiverin, talkin in tounges
Caddy gotta sprong, daddy long shlong
We get it on, like pong
Stars wit a gangsta twist to it
Now lets do it
So whenever your ready just page me
And you'll see, How I murda, and hearda, the pussy

[Chorus: Alexi]
Baby when your sexin me
I kinda like when ya...murder me
Baby....murder me
[Repeat once]

[Ja Rule]
Hold on baby you gotta holla at the king as your sexual pralus
Is more than wild it's border lined and foul
Your look, your style, that freaky smile
Got me layin dick to ya god bless the child
I get hold it's on I make ya scream and moan
The thugs nature, how could a nigga hate the
Way I flip it, smack it, bounce it, ride it, taste it
Lick her tits, break down the walls the basics
Face it, your f*ckin wit a cocksman love
And you defend on the ball like Garry the Glove
Paintin, no relation
Not alot of sation
Brought her own K-Y ready for penetration
I patient, I'll murder the puss when I'm ready
But meanwhile, and me doin this Marvin Gay medley
And you'll murder me the same way I murder you
Baby

[Chorus: Alexi]
Baby when your sexin me
I kinda like when ya...murder me
Baby....murder me
[Repeat Once]
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Writer: IRVING LORENZO, TIHEEM CROCKER, ANDRE PARKER, JEFFREY ATKINS, RAPHAEL SADDIQ, CARL WHEELER
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management




The Warning

[Ja Rule]
Dear god, I'm gonna teach you in this prayer
And I thank you for all the food you've given me
And all the health and strength
And may my family be held safely and strong
As well as myself
And I thank you for everything you've given me thus far, lord
And I beg your forgivness
For I sin everyday
In your sons name, Christ Jesus
Amen

[Chorus: Ja Rule]
They all want me dead or alive
But they'll never take me alive
I'll get even before I die
Cuz they all want me...Dead or alive
But they'll never take me alive
I'll get even before I die
Cuz this world wants me...Dead or alive

[Ja Rule]
Nigga look at what the streets have done to me man
Hustlin and strugglin
I deserve a better hand
Cuz I'm runnin these streets under they say
Motherf*ckers like you can't relate
Cuz you ain't all about the hustling all about the bustin
All about the thuggin, baby
Never let it go
If you gotta die, lie, shake it wit a fo'-fo'
Then do so, cuz that's the life you chose
Shoul've fallowed the cracks in the road
You heart and your soul
Cuz if there's one thing I know
Good niggaz come and they go
Bitch niggaz actin like ho's, merely needed to get treated like one
Hope you got yourself a gun niggaz
Cuz you know I cock and blow niggaz
And if right silent the temp, get on some shit
Go on out, six feet deep and slump niggaz
Cuz I'm a survivor like Destiny's Children
To the day of my demise
I'ma ask the lord why

[Chorus: Ja Rule]
They all want me dead or alive
But they'll never take me alive
I'll get even before I die
Cuz they all want me...Dead or alive
They all want me dead or alive
But they'll never take me alive
I'll get even before I die
Cuz this world wants me...Dead or alive

[Ja Rule]
Take a look at what this worlds done made me
All I really want to do is be happy, and raise my family
But I'm strong, motherf*ckers can't break me down
Niggaz really gonna hate me now
As I'm givin a f*ck
I'm tryna get my life together
Shit a nigga can't ride forever
Tryna see a hundred mil' or better
Befo' I die
Don't ask me why, I
Got a fasination wit for freak ho's
New whips wit two seats and two do's
I've been waitin so long to explode
Now watch me cock back and unload
Bullets goin threw the chest and out the back
Shit is usually how the babry acts
Now the look in your face is so relaxed
Now your family moans and deals wit that
But me, I'm a survivor like Destiny's Children
Til the day of my demise
I'm gonna ask the lord why

[Chorus: Ja Rule]
They all want me dead or alive
But they'll never take me alive
I'll get even before I die
Cuz this world wants me...Dead or alive
They all want me dead or alive
But they'll never take me alive
I'll get even before I die
Cuz this world wants me...Dead or alive

[Ja Rule]
They all want me...Dead
Why the f*ck would they want to see me live?
So I'm gearin up to get into some shit
Niggaz better kiss the wife and kids
It's just the way us niggaz live
And I run wit real niggaz that run wit big guns
That are designed to pop ya lid (Shit)
Never met a real nigga I didn't like
Never met a bitch nigga that I didn't fight
Now niggaz gon get down, and a nigga gon lay down
Dependin on how niggaz view life
And you'll never look in my eyes
And you'll never, ever smile
Cuz your high, is comin down
And you can't touch me
But if you really wanna f*ck wit me
C'mon and get your heat my niggaz
Don't you ever prevoke my niggaz
Don't ever doubt this nigga
Cuz I'm a survivor like Destiny's Child
Til the day of my demise
I'm gonna ask the lord why

[Chorus: Ja Rule]
They all want me dead or alive
But they'll never take me alive
I'll get even before I die
Cuz this world wants me...Dead or alive
But they'll never take me alive
I'll get even before I die
Cuz this world wants me...Dead or alive
[Repeat once]
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Writer: ANDRE S. PARKER, IRVING DOMINGO LORENZO, JEFFREY B. ATKINS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group




Connected

Woooooo
Murder Inc. motherf*cker

[Chorus:]
We world wide connected, and ya'll don't want to f*ck with us
In the streets we respected, so ya'll don't want to f*ck wit us
World wide connected nigga, ya'll don't want to f*ck wit us
We gangster ass niggaz and we hard to hit
Murder Inc in the role who could f*ck wit this

[Eastwood]
It ain't no verse mother f*ckers who fake east thugs
Its murder Inc In the role nigga throw up your dub
They show us love in the club real niggaz bossed up man
We heavily intoxicated so toss it up
Attacks your mind and your conscience
Written to enhance this verbally thugs grammar
I'm bout to touch the roof wit it
Extraordinary and I was never ordinary in cemetery
Visit my thugs in mortuaries
End all most reality young name and 'Pac
I'm a keep my heat tucked until my soul goes pop
I hear a lot of niggaz rapping
But there ain't that many rappers out there scraping and keep it cracking
We keep it happening
I'm a million out the gate
No scratch that eight from CD's to tapes we rock like earthquakes
I'm Eastwood catch me dipping a Fleetwood like a G should
Young Eastwood is so damn good

[Chorus]

[Crooked I]
Nigga think that I is raw spit
Murder Inc in the role, we all sick
So niggaz Involved get mauled quick as a dog and the raw gets you involved
And I'm a draw quick, nigga awww shit
Punks talking lick I haul off quick
Wit a sawed off kick It's like they fall off cliffs
Y'all call it off before all y'all get stoned
Like you're fallen off in a raw mosh pit
Get tossed in a ditch your coffin is sick
While I floss in the awesomest whips and I toss in your chicks
Your caution when your calling your six
Cause your talk can get you crossed and lost in the mix
I'm a pause in the bitch bossed in the pits
Burn I serve niggaz stay off at ya clique
Spend off with ya grip my land of gangrene
You have the doctors taking your leg off of your hip
Motherf*cker!

[Chorus]

[Ja Rule]
All y'all niggaz need to get off my dick
I spit it how I live it plus the flows real sick
I got killers ranged from Compton to Cleveland
World wide connected any type niggaz there's no breathing
Give me the reason I put a halo throw your mental
And give your the Holy Spirit and see you to gods temple
I'm the avenging angle and earth be thy claim
And Ja be thy name, I know your all praying
For the day of my diminishing,
Why don't somebody finish them off and put it right through his cross
The X is the 50 y'all got to be kidding me
These niggaz is my sons I raised them from young
Curtis and little Earl should of been little girls
Cause they bitch made and they act like one of my itch-bays
Touche! The Rule is more than ready
Gun heavy and world wide connected (feel me)

[Chorus]
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Writer: HARRY WAYNE CASEY, NICHOLAS HALLAM, RICHARD RAYMOND FINCH, ROBERT CHARLES BIRCH
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management




Emerica

[Newsman]
Extra, extra
Extra, extra
Hear all about it
Ja Rule has just been elected the President...
Of the united ghetto's of Emerica
And this is what he had to say at presstime
At press time this is what Ja Rule had to say
America...

[Chorus 2X: Ja Rule]
Welcome to Emerica
(Don't hate me) Cuz I done made this world what it's gon be
Welcome to Emerica
(Don't hate me) Cuz I done made this world what it's done to me

[Ja Rule]
Niggaz, if I could pledge my allegiance to the, United Ghettoes
of the Emerica, go on sell ya drugs
Cuttin taxes for strippers and thugs
It's all good, room for mayor in all hood and as well I should
I make it publicly desmist understood
When they caught me gettin high in the back of the ho-tel
Was you freakin them ho's?
Well, I just say I was gettin a lil head but so what
Bill and Hillery stay for them stills
That's a down ass bitch for ya
Wash em with some soap and water
And return them dirty bra's to their rightful owner
Now that's creep shit
One over one, I got this broad on the one-o-one
She's botherin, so don't even come up in here
Cuz shes contious, no nonsense
She like to choke on the dick, and the lungs on the constant
Gettin the W1's you church girl
Proda stant, it's aiight ma you rollin wit the Inc.

[Chorus]

[Young Life]
Yeah I'm here can you tell?
Mo' niggaz livin, livin in ?? in Emerica
I'm never gonna feel, Nigga I'm tellin ya
Young Life is a compeditor
And is into real my niggaz headed up hill
I'm lettin you know shit's real
I came into the game copped a deal
Aimin to get this shit still
It ain't been a minute I ain't been high
And I haven't handled my buisness
How I been f*ckin you bitches right
Yeah you witnesses my life
Imperial night, in the ghetto holdin my medal tight
Still, in Emerica
Remilitary is terror nigga holds his medal
Of his never be availible
That easy I'm a editor, restin up with the best of em
Minds of them bitches that stress givin em hard sex
I'm set for life, the lightin ho's that write
And hit the mic, not over night
You get the gift to be the best of something like
(Enough in Emerica) Young Life is comin home
Motherf*ckers prepare to die

[Chorus]

[Chink Santana]
Niggaz hit that crack houses hustlers and hoes
No youngins up on the corners nigga smokin them bones
I'm rattin away wit knots comin up, what's no pills?
That's why they'll find your ass slumped in the blacks of ville
But still, I spot that paper Jo, Blowin my weed
And ain't a thing a mother need is gotta be me
But now days these lil youngins rollin on E
And a nigga that supplyin that is who runs the streets
Now look, this ain't no crack day
I gotsa come up on the stash and get back man
Cuz I done witness all this shit that they say them ho's do
F*ckin wit X, like finger f*ckin that hot glock
While she swallow her tit
But real, there nigga want his dick sucked?
Bitches is why bitches turn that rehold into a intrick (It's pimp shit)
No limp dick, just a gangsta f*ck
Why the murder put some major bust biatch

[Chorus]

Welcome to Emerica...
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Writer: R. DONOVAN, JEFFREY ATKINS, ANDRE PARKER, IRVING LORENZO
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Rock Star

Yeah, hehe
[Ja imitating guitar] Eh, uh, uh - here we go
Yea, yea
Murder Inc, uh, uh - classic shit
Yea y'all

I'm a rock star bay-bayyyyy (yea)

[coughs] F*ckin with these niggaz! [laughs]
Yeahhh, yea, yea, uhh

[Chorus: Ja Rule]
I'm a rock star bay-bayyyyy
If they could only, read my mind
I'm a rock star bay-bayyyyy
If they could only, hear my cries
I'm a rock star bay-bayyyyy
If they would only re-alize
I'm a rock star bay-bayyyyy, hey hey
Only if they could live my life

[Ja Rule]
Said a nigga was RAISED up in the streets (yea mama I'm a thug)
And nuttin is stoppin for me (except for myself)
Is the Lord in me? (You and everyone else)
God please shine down on me
I'm not the only nigga that prays every day for forgiveness
This life is makin me substance abusive
The media always wants the exclusive
Well here it is - F*CK 'EM ALL - baby cause they're useless
Sometimes I feel all I need is my music
It f*ckin sets me free, and let me breathe
Cause my niggaz ain't leavin they blood on the streets
for they kids not to eat, and they kids not to eat
REVOLUTION! Pick a side and draw heats
And may the best man hold his head on these here streets
Cause in life and in music I'm poised and I'm focused
And the world should take notice

[Chorus]

[Ja Rule]
Underworld ties, is where my heart lies
They do the drama, makin songs like "Ol' Blue Eyes"
that make the whole world sing..
It's alright if you don't understand me, it wasn't meant to be
Cause it's hard enough for me to fight for what I believe in
Than have to look in the mirror and see demons
Now everybody's talkin rhyme over reason
My only reason for rhymin is cause I bleed it
Here come the leeches; they gettin paid
off my talent, my love, my pain - am I a slave?
Bein cursed in my own brain
For this life I embrace and I praise
A nigga stuck in his ways
As the remix plays
Rule and J. Blige, "Rainy Days"
I think about life and music and how to stay focused
And the world should take notice

[Chorus]

[Ja Rule]
Hey, this is a message to mankind
I bust clearly you shoot blind, not in my right mind
Lord if you love me please throw up a sign
And take a nigga off the path of destroyin his life, and
This life we're livin the sign of the times
Where buildings take on planes, babies born with AIDS
And we all need change
So I became a rock star bay-bayyy (rock on)
Now they all gon' hate me (hate on)
But from the bottom of my heart I pray
That in life and in music the world stays focused
And I hope you all notice

[Chorus - repeat 2X]
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Writer: LENNY KRAVITZ, JEFFREY ATKINS, ANDRE PARKER, IRVING LORENZO
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management




Destiny (Outro)

[Ja Rule]
Yea, yo - yo - yo - YO! - (yo) - Holla (Holla)
The Last Temptation, we comin' through now niggaz
The problem?, (the problem?) s'the problem?, (the problem?)
Always has been, hahaha, yo partna (yo partna)
Turn me up this bitch up in my mothaf*ckin' headphones and shit
C'mon, well let these niggaz know, (niggaz know)
Let it known...muh'af*ckas y'all want war wit' the GOD
C'mon why'all know better, I put holes in ya leather
Remix your sweater, and I bet the flows wet her
Then notion front property - better come at me properly
Niggaz better off poppin' me - but I believe
Y'all scared ta clap from henis
In the fact I'm unforgiftable, gives me the advantage
What the f*ck, am I'm speaking spanish niggaz
What I got ta tell y'all in detail how we murder niggaz
Handle ya business, Tha Inc. is religious
Murders a sacrifice, throwing ends niggaz
That means Murda fa' life, and I'll die for that bread and black
That house wit' tha chedda stack, wit' smiles in my kids face
What could replace this, this lil' nigga here
The coming grimce wit' death, ta taste it
My airs thick and filled wit' hatred
Surprise of that look in my eyes, but don't be
I'm just following the foots of the Lord, then thank me
If I go crazily insane, I'ma blame it on the world
Look what I became, 'cause they ain't give me all the fame
And the money mayne, maybe an I-con
So the world can catch a nigga wit' his lights on
That's the pros and con, ya never quite free
So just gimme a lil' room so I can breathe
And my pain goin' be the death of me
But to be loved is my destiny, My black peep...
Yea (yea) - we out (we out) Holla (Holla - Holla - Holla)
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Writer: BENNIE BENJAMIN, SOL MARCUS, GLORIA CALDWELL, BRIAN REEVES, KIYAMMA R. GRIFFIN, FLOYD HOWARD, BRYAN PEGUERO, MARY J. BLIGE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




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The Last Temptation is the fourth studio album by American rapper Ja Rule. It was released by Murder Inc. and Def Jam on November 19, 2002.

The album was successful, moving 237,000 units in its first week, but less than his previous Pain Is Love. On December 13, 2002 the album was certified Platinum. "Mesmerize" is ranked at #45 on Blender's list of the "50 Worst Songs Ever", but was the most successful single from the album, reaching number 2 on the US Billboard Hot 100 and number 12 on the UK Singles Chart.

The album also received criticism from fans, saying that the album sounded too commercial, and that Ja Rule was selling out. [citation needed] Though neither its debut nor lifetime sales ever matched those of Pain Is Love, The Last Temptation is Ja Rule's third highest-selling album to date.
Genre(s): Hardcore hip hop
Producer(s): Irv Gotti, 7 Aurelius, Chink Santana, The Neptunes, Cool & Dre
Released: November 19th, 2002
Year: 2002

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