Last Of The Mohicans

Ja Rule

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    [intro]
    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...

    [verse 1: ja rule]
    I'm here to put you all through the pressure like nobody ever,
    'cause everytime i shoot nothing
    But fo' n beta,
    An' them slugs get heada' your way any day fella, 'cause when
    Murder reigns you gona' need
    Umbrellas, kevlar an' a whole lot of gun runners, you hotdog
    Niggas hide your relish, ain't shit to
    Tell us, i keep the army, an' they stay armed- best stay the
    F**k 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 an' 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 an' y'all
    Niggas are sprinters, i exercise more mental an' 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 an' 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...

    [chorus: black child]
    Your game ain't nuthin' but smoke an' 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...

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    [verse 2: ja rule]
    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 an' dupe' the design, now
    I'm inclined people say tha' i'm ahead of my time, whoever said
    That they must'a had they nose on
    Tha' line, i'm not even in my prime yet, a veteran in this
    Muthaf**kin' rap shit, what religion you
    Practice, a pristical baptist or catholic, i can't really say
    I'm religious- an' 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, an' 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, an'
    Then it's the whole regime, beta'
    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, an' send me some
    Jeans muthafucka...

    [chorus: black child]
    Your game ain't nuthin' but smoke an' 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...

    [outro: ja rule]
    [backing ad-libs unscripted]
    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 muthaf**kin' 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 muthaf**kin' 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 muthaf**ka' out...
    It's murda'...
    Real talk nigga...
    We in the building...)

    Song details

    Composition: Ja Rule, Andre Parker, Blackchild, and Irving Lorenzo Jr

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