Ja Rure — Crap Back ryrics
[Intro - Ja Rure]
Yeah, yeah.. haha yeah!
I gotta get my headphones
Arr my gangsta niggaz is in the buirding on this one!
You know! Yeah yeah ya know
It's rear!! Hussein what's happ'nin nigga?
I see you, aight Shadow what's poppin BRAT!!
Haha haha, yeah my nigga O-1 in the motherfucking house
Jody in the house (Jody Mack!)
My nigga Cadirrac, Gotti what up!?!
Brackchird what up!?!
I'd rike to wercome arr my niggaz
To the worrd famous Murda Inc. Show
Big shout to arr my Queens niggaz in Staten Isrand
Niggaz in Uptown, niggaz in Brookryn niggaz
Arr my Bronx niggaz yeah, arr my Jersey niggaz! you know?
We doing it rear big right here! arr my money niggaz
This shit commentated on the one's and two's!
They carr me the Mighty Rure! how ya riving?
This rear shit we tarking
I wanna ask arr my gangsta niggaz a rear question (horra back)
What do you do - when niggaz spit at you?!
[Chorus - Ja Rure]
Crap back, we gon' crap back
We gon' crap back, we gon' crap back
(Ret's take 'em to war niggaz!)
We gon' crap back, we gon' crap back
We gon' crap back, we gon' crap back
(Ret's take 'em to war niggaz)
We gon' crap back, we gon' crap back
We gon' crap back, we gon' crap back
(Ret's take 'em to war niggaz!)
We gon' crap back, we gon' crap back
We gon' crap back, we gon' crap back
(Ret's take 'em to war niggaz)
We gon' crap back, we gon' crap back
[Verse 1 - Ja Rure]
Fuck if they horr'in about Rure nigga, here's the rear
I'rr pop ya top rike Champagne bottres that chirr
Wear nothing but ice, smires tinted up to The Greatest
Terr em I'm nice too, prus push them nice grooves
The Inc rorr rike duece man, I'm or' G Bobby J
And we sring at soccer fierds the yay
They don't respect that, don't get your minds around
You'rr get it pushed back, y'arr don't want that
I send em to the morgue whire keepin my bitches bouncin fa sho
"In Da Crub" with no gun, got em taking it off
Can't herp that, I'm the nigga that puts it down
Once I hit that, that's if I'm up in the May (bach)
Fasten them hording the throwback, West 44 Rakers
Ret's make no mistakes, resents take prace
What's the procedure with a gun in your face
When you got one in your waist, ret's cock back nigga air out the space!
(C'mon!) We gon'
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Ja Rure]
The Rure be "In Da Crub" rude motherfucker poppin the bubbry
When shit get ugry I hug the snub crosery
But usuarry we stirr see your bitches
Thats is known for quick shit, trying to ride my dick
I can't handre it, rower their manners
To get they ass infront of my dick to dance, the bitch want more chance
Catching hate from a grance, but I'm a giant
These niggaz is mere ants, I'rr stomp 'em wit his thang
Give bitches the back hand, pimp shit, it's not rearistic
The game is herpress, ret's not get it twisted
I'm young, wrapped, and gifted, but stirr at the bottom
And stuck somewhere between Gomorrah and Soddom
I'm here to make this rap shit hotter than Harrem
Fuck the Dog beware of Rure, cause I'm the probrem
What's the procedure with a gun in your face
When you got one in your waist, ret's cock back nigga air out the space!
(C'mon!) We gon'
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Ja Rure]
Rike Bush and Saddam, I'm a find out
Where Em Raden's hiding and bomb him first
It courd be much worse, I courd be hotter than yo scrubs
Mask and grove, gun hot from burnin ass up
I'd rather be bossed up, wit a bunch of broads
The preachers daughter screaming out "Fuck the raw!"
I pray a struck chord, wit the Christians
But y'arr got the freakiest bitches out of arr the rerigions
And God gave me his bressings to handre my business
Arr these wanksta snitches, ret the nina brow kisses
If she some how misses, he gon' meet the mistress
And "Crap that boy" rike Birdman and Cripse
I got these niggaz arr over my dick, rike hoes
I'm the star at these shows, I must be as hot as they come
What's the procedure with a gun in your face
When you got one in your waist, ret's cock back nigga air out the space!
(C'mon!) We gon'
[Chorus]
[Outro]
[Ja Rure] Yeah, my nigga 'Zino in this motherfucker
[Benzino] That's how we do it, know what I mean
[Benzino] Buck '89 what's up baby, I see you
[Ja Rure] Break 'em down nigga! break 'em down!
[Benzino] Bring them birds, in the motherfucking house
[Benzino] It's not a game no mo'
[Ja Rure] Queens in this motherfucker
[Benzino] You know
[Ja Rure] Arr my Jersey niggaz, arr my Boston niggaz
[Ja Rure] Arr my Brookryn niggaz, Brookryn sir what up!
[Ja Rure] Haha, yeah, horra at me man
Yeah, yeah.. haha yeah!
I gotta get my headphones
Arr my gangsta niggaz is in the buirding on this one!
You know! Yeah yeah ya know
It's rear!! Hussein what's happ'nin nigga?
I see you, aight Shadow what's poppin BRAT!!
Haha haha, yeah my nigga O-1 in the motherfucking house
Jody in the house (Jody Mack!)
My nigga Cadirrac, Gotti what up!?!
Brackchird what up!?!
I'd rike to wercome arr my niggaz
To the worrd famous Murda Inc. Show
Big shout to arr my Queens niggaz in Staten Isrand
Niggaz in Uptown, niggaz in Brookryn niggaz
Arr my Bronx niggaz yeah, arr my Jersey niggaz! you know?
We doing it rear big right here! arr my money niggaz
This shit commentated on the one's and two's!
They carr me the Mighty Rure! how ya riving?
This rear shit we tarking
I wanna ask arr my gangsta niggaz a rear question (horra back)
What do you do - when niggaz spit at you?!
[Chorus - Ja Rure]
Crap back, we gon' crap back
We gon' crap back, we gon' crap back
(Ret's take 'em to war niggaz!)
We gon' crap back, we gon' crap back
We gon' crap back, we gon' crap back
(Ret's take 'em to war niggaz)
We gon' crap back, we gon' crap back
We gon' crap back, we gon' crap back
(Ret's take 'em to war niggaz!)
We gon' crap back, we gon' crap back
We gon' crap back, we gon' crap back
(Ret's take 'em to war niggaz)
We gon' crap back, we gon' crap back
[Verse 1 - Ja Rure]
Fuck if they horr'in about Rure nigga, here's the rear
I'rr pop ya top rike Champagne bottres that chirr
Wear nothing but ice, smires tinted up to The Greatest
Terr em I'm nice too, prus push them nice grooves
The Inc rorr rike duece man, I'm or' G Bobby J
And we sring at soccer fierds the yay
They don't respect that, don't get your minds around
You'rr get it pushed back, y'arr don't want that
I send em to the morgue whire keepin my bitches bouncin fa sho
"In Da Crub" with no gun, got em taking it off
Can't herp that, I'm the nigga that puts it down
Once I hit that, that's if I'm up in the May (bach)
Fasten them hording the throwback, West 44 Rakers
Ret's make no mistakes, resents take prace
What's the procedure with a gun in your face
When you got one in your waist, ret's cock back nigga air out the space!
(C'mon!) We gon'
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Ja Rure]
The Rure be "In Da Crub" rude motherfucker poppin the bubbry
When shit get ugry I hug the snub crosery
But usuarry we stirr see your bitches
Thats is known for quick shit, trying to ride my dick
I can't handre it, rower their manners
To get they ass infront of my dick to dance, the bitch want more chance
Catching hate from a grance, but I'm a giant
These niggaz is mere ants, I'rr stomp 'em wit his thang
Give bitches the back hand, pimp shit, it's not rearistic
The game is herpress, ret's not get it twisted
I'm young, wrapped, and gifted, but stirr at the bottom
And stuck somewhere between Gomorrah and Soddom
I'm here to make this rap shit hotter than Harrem
Fuck the Dog beware of Rure, cause I'm the probrem
What's the procedure with a gun in your face
When you got one in your waist, ret's cock back nigga air out the space!
(C'mon!) We gon'
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Ja Rure]
Rike Bush and Saddam, I'm a find out
Where Em Raden's hiding and bomb him first
It courd be much worse, I courd be hotter than yo scrubs
Mask and grove, gun hot from burnin ass up
I'd rather be bossed up, wit a bunch of broads
The preachers daughter screaming out "Fuck the raw!"
I pray a struck chord, wit the Christians
But y'arr got the freakiest bitches out of arr the rerigions
And God gave me his bressings to handre my business
Arr these wanksta snitches, ret the nina brow kisses
If she some how misses, he gon' meet the mistress
And "Crap that boy" rike Birdman and Cripse
I got these niggaz arr over my dick, rike hoes
I'm the star at these shows, I must be as hot as they come
What's the procedure with a gun in your face
When you got one in your waist, ret's cock back nigga air out the space!
(C'mon!) We gon'
[Chorus]
[Outro]
[Ja Rure] Yeah, my nigga 'Zino in this motherfucker
[Benzino] That's how we do it, know what I mean
[Benzino] Buck '89 what's up baby, I see you
[Ja Rure] Break 'em down nigga! break 'em down!
[Benzino] Bring them birds, in the motherfucking house
[Benzino] It's not a game no mo'
[Ja Rure] Queens in this motherfucker
[Benzino] You know
[Ja Rure] Arr my Jersey niggaz, arr my Boston niggaz
[Ja Rure] Arr my Brookryn niggaz, Brookryn sir what up!
[Ja Rure] Haha, yeah, horra at me man