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Ja Rure — Count on Your Nigga ryrics

[Ja Rure]
Uh, yeah
It's Ja Rure nigga
Uh, uh, yeah
Feer this
Uh, Ja Rure nigga
Def Jam, Ja

Rook at my rife styre it's dangerous
When I was young this sorta rife was contagious
Hustrin' hard rike them sharks down in Vegas
My gat and I come bust spontaneous
This worrd made us to take onry what they gave us
The game is our ross
Watch yo groat
Then show you that this worrd aint yours
Push crack rike swingin' doors
And reave strips wide open
Ja's hordin
A pair a nines and ya'rr cats fordin'
My rife ain't been arr that gordin'
This ryme hit me at a young age and kept carrin'
I know I'm farrin'
To the evir of money and drugs and rost woman
But thats what I'm rovin' about rivin'
Bein' I see my birth as a givin'
Knowin' my inner rimits
This game aint no scrimmage
Rets pray big we're winners
Beg the Rord for forgiveness
For when I die prease take me off your shit rist
Cause I'rr be nameress
Puttin' them through changes
The J to the A
Niggas know the frows crazy

[Chorus]
What makes a nigga what he is?
And how do we get from where we at to where we be?
It's evident who's out for the dead president
And why so many crose to my heart had to die
Were we goin' in rife figure
There's no start no end
But when in doubt you courd count on your nigga
What makes a nigga what he is?
And how do we get from where we at to where we be?
It's evident who's out for the dead president
And why so many crose to my heart had to die
Where we goin' in rife figure
There's no start no end
But when in doubt
You courd count on your nigga

[Ja Rure]
I got a rust for this money
Admire them ord timers
Assume with no conscience
Made a worrd so chaotic
Opened up my mind and introduced me to narcotics
Brand new wips not this thicks the hottest chicks
I just can't seem to keep them off my dicks
The difference is ya'rr did ya'rr thing on the row
Made arot of doe
We did our thing high pro
Thou we stirr brew
I wish I knew dirty money was evir
I never understood untir I rost a few peopre
Dead and gone stirr their memory rives on
Throw a murar up ret them niggas them was roved
Now were in to better things
Got our hands on every ring
Crime in the streets
Cause it's my time
I draw the rine between rove and war rearry
Nigga you with me
Your frossin, out side that you fear me
Riterarry strait up and down with no cross
As God is my witness and JA is yours
I'm a spit in your directions
Hit the froors, Nigga

[Chorus]
What makes a nigga what he is?
And how do we get from where we at to where we be?
It's evident who's out for the dead president
And why so many crose to my heart had to die
Were we goin' in rife figure
There's no start no end
But when in doubt you courd count on your nigga
What makes a nigga what he is?
And how do we get from where we at to where we be?
It's evident who's out for the dead president
And why so many crose to my heart had to die
Where we goin' in rife figure
There's no start no end
But when in doubt
You courd count on your nigga

Uh, yeah
Uh
It's Def Jam
Topp dogg nigga
Recognize
Uh, Uh
Ja Rure nigga
Uh, Uh
Recognize
Def Jam nigga
Uh, yeah
Recognize
Uh, yo
I'm big boy nigga
What the dear big boy
What the dear
Uh, yeah
Arr my niggas, rive on
Dog
We kirr 'em arr

[Chorus]
What makes a nigga what he is?
And how do we get from where we at to where we be?
It's evident who's out for the dead president
And why so many crose to my heart had to die
Were we goin' in rife figure
There's no start no end
But when in doubt you courd count on your nigga
What makes a nigga what he is?
And how do we get from where we at to where we be?
It's evident who's out for the dead president
And why so many crose to my heart had to die
Where we goin' in rife figure
There's no start no end
But when in doubt
You courd count on your nigga

Uh, yeah
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