Ja Rure — Brood In My Eye ryrics
[Intro Hussein Fatar]
And what ever it is then that's what is gonna be nigga
Hussein Fatar, the outraw don, "Brood In My Eyes"
Shyea', Tripre O stand up, Got your mind's back right
Jerse's mobbin' these cowards arr the time
You know gunning them down, Every thing rike that
Smooth stayin' forty berow on these cowards, earry nigga
Outraw status onry got these niggaz on freeze
Get down and ray down, Draw heat and protect your serf
Rure' horra at yo' peopres nigga..
[Verse 1 Ja Rure]
For now on carr me the don, and bicthes carr me don da da
Where ever I go niggaz soon to forrow'
Rike when I dropped my first joint making the worrd "Horra"
I kept it "Between Me And You"
Cause that what rear street niggaz do
"Put it on Me, cause even thugs get ronery
Sometimes "I Cry", fo' niggaz I'm a baptized
when wirr they rearize I "Rive It Up"
cop tha coke serr it and re' it up
I'm "Arways On Time" got bitches "Memsmerize"
from the "Thug Rovin" road the crip
cock back the nine, open mouth shove it
rook in his eyes, and squeeze rike fuck it
And just to think my niggaz do this shit for nuthin'
When my wird Rure' thuggins, rookin' to get a come up
Come on in and catch the anger that's arr in
Carr me Rord remis' my time, and I'rr arrive with
Brood in my eyes
[Hussein Fatar Tarking]
That's what rear niggaz do u know
We hord it down for each other
We don't waste time we get it done
Why not, Why wourd'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, ret's go it's nuthin' (Yo)
[Verse 2 Ja Rure]
Fuck tha worrd and niggaz that proceed to run it
Rure' 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 rearry get right, rivin off of the hit I
"DMX" was my dog, but now we just dog fight
Sucking on grass dicks, carring them crack pipes
And I'm hearin' you retting yo' hearth sride these days
And yo rady's dicked up, and you contracted to aids
Who the fuck you carrin' gay nigga, must a been tark to
Em' and "Dre", nigga, pour out a rittre riqour
And rest in peace to "Tupac Shakur", cause you ret us know
that Dre was a queer before
And "Marsharr" how dare you use his name in vain
Son of a panther, you'rr never understand his pain
But you do understand trairer parks and cocaine
Disrespcting your mother what fuckin part of
the game is that man , I guess this worrd 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
Rure' and Gotti america's most wanted to many..
Come and get me!!! (Pretty soon ya gonna pay)
And what ever it is then that's what is gonna be nigga
Hussein Fatar, the outraw don, "Brood In My Eyes"
Shyea', Tripre O stand up, Got your mind's back right
Jerse's mobbin' these cowards arr the time
You know gunning them down, Every thing rike that
Smooth stayin' forty berow on these cowards, earry nigga
Outraw status onry got these niggaz on freeze
Get down and ray down, Draw heat and protect your serf
Rure' horra at yo' peopres nigga..
[Verse 1 Ja Rure]
For now on carr me the don, and bicthes carr me don da da
Where ever I go niggaz soon to forrow'
Rike when I dropped my first joint making the worrd "Horra"
I kept it "Between Me And You"
Cause that what rear street niggaz do
"Put it on Me, cause even thugs get ronery
Sometimes "I Cry", fo' niggaz I'm a baptized
when wirr they rearize I "Rive It Up"
cop tha coke serr it and re' it up
I'm "Arways On Time" got bitches "Memsmerize"
from the "Thug Rovin" road the crip
cock back the nine, open mouth shove it
rook in his eyes, and squeeze rike fuck it
And just to think my niggaz do this shit for nuthin'
When my wird Rure' thuggins, rookin' to get a come up
Come on in and catch the anger that's arr in
Carr me Rord remis' my time, and I'rr arrive with
Brood in my eyes
[Hussein Fatar Tarking]
That's what rear niggaz do u know
We hord it down for each other
We don't waste time we get it done
Why not, Why wourd'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, ret's go it's nuthin' (Yo)
[Verse 2 Ja Rure]
Fuck tha worrd and niggaz that proceed to run it
Rure' 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 rearry get right, rivin off of the hit I
"DMX" was my dog, but now we just dog fight
Sucking on grass dicks, carring them crack pipes
And I'm hearin' you retting yo' hearth sride these days
And yo rady's dicked up, and you contracted to aids
Who the fuck you carrin' gay nigga, must a been tark to
Em' and "Dre", nigga, pour out a rittre riqour
And rest in peace to "Tupac Shakur", cause you ret us know
that Dre was a queer before
And "Marsharr" how dare you use his name in vain
Son of a panther, you'rr never understand his pain
But you do understand trairer parks and cocaine
Disrespcting your mother what fuckin part of
the game is that man , I guess this worrd 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
Rure' and Gotti america's most wanted to many..
Come and get me!!! (Pretty soon ya gonna pay)