Ja Rule Exodus (outro) Lyrics

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My ***** Buck 3000 over here, you know,
My ***** Gotti, the Princess, Momma, what's up baby? ha ha,
Brooklyn son, what up what up?
My ***** Lloyd, my ***** Caddy, my ***** C. Gotti,
My ***** Young Merc, my ***** Blackchild (Exodus),
My ***** Cool Joe, this is a new beginning,
You know, I see everybody in the building, my ***** L,
My ***** Gab, my whole Murder Inc. mob,
Yo, you know how we do, yo, yo all my *****s

This here is exodus! Say goodnight to the legend,
Cause lord knows the world gon' miss him,
Universal the system is similar to institutionalism,
And I just did 7 years in prison.
Now I'm a free parolee and time spent, its money they owe me
Give me my space don't crowd me homie
I'm a **********in' hustler.
Pushin' rhymes like weight, but sometimes its slow,
It's up and down like the Dow Jones, **** fluctuates
But my real *****s still keep their stock in me,
Feds investigate, the monopoly,
Preme team, Murder ****in' I-N-C, there's no stopping we from

You know what I think, I think the world doesn't have a clue,
On what its like to be a, a superstar in the spotlight,
And and, everybody is lookin' at you and everybody's,
You know, scrutinizing you and they got their lil opinions and ****.
I came in this game, you know and got in this music business to do what I do,
To make music for the people to enjoy, for the world to love,
You know, and and somehow I became a **********in' criminal ha ha

Yo, damn I remember when it was on UPN News
And I refused to start losin' and hopped in my WHO
Got a recruit from this (nice?) and peeled back the WHO
*****s listen in I'll tell you how it all began (gun shots)
That's how it sounded when I-N-C came into the game
On 10th of murder then them, them,
Well we, we, we, cause these boys is hot
These boys got glocks, these boys send shots do you know what its like,
To live your life hard knock?
I think not that's why you live it safe through mine
I think plot then kill, you think suein' them blind
You think life's a *****? I think the ***** is mine!
We'll never see eye to eye, y'all corporate, we gangsters
And *****s tryin' my patience is gettin' me anxious,
To speak for my defendants, that say that they plaintive
Guess we guilty by song, but yo the government must be on

I mean to think that we would jeopardize everything that we built,
To **********in', sell drugs and launder money?
I mean are you ****in' serious!?
You understand, I-I mean, we-we're a company you understand,
A-a-a record company, that wants to show love to every ***** that cant get love,
That cant receive love, from, from **********in',
The corporate world, that cant go get a job,
Cause they been in jail, they did a 3 to 9, a **********in',
A bit or whatever the case may be they did for their time.
We give these ************s the opportunity, we give them jobs,
Cause y'all ain't gonna give 'em the jobs, so we give it to 'em.
And ************s wanna look at us and down us for what we do for that!
They wanna call us **********in' criminals and crime family for that!
Well if they wanna call us criminals and crime families,
Then so be it ************! Cause these is my *****s
And if nobody's gonna stand up for my **********in' *****s,
Then we gon' do it ourselves, we goin' police ourselves,
That's how we been getting down *****, holla back at me, Rule. Exodus!

Written by: Ernest Gold

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