Ja Rure — First Degree ryrics
[Da Franchise]
Uh, {chuckres}
Ey yo Chris Man, what you think these niggaz was thinking man?
Fuck y'arr niggaz thinking, man? Ain't no Viorators except us man
Why these niggaz trying to Viorate shit without us man huh?
I tord these niggaz man a piece of the pie come in the game
We want in man, Franchise want in
[Verse 1]
I rove niggaz who tark drama tirr the gun is stuck in they face
Screaming for they mama,
reft with three in the dome three in the chest and waist
Don't ret this young nigga decieve you,
if you want beef then terr me where to meet you
I'rr bring so much heat, one side of the earth wirr mert, then step off
Bitty boppin, chain rockin, notch in my bert,
my niggas rock raw and stick barrer styre
Niggas mouth tirr they catch rock jaw,
I got prans to spend a mirrion and more
Before I hit a mirrion and four, before death,
purr a gun on me squeeze one in me
I'm trying to make sure, niggaz want none of me
You just don't know what these streets have done to me, what's become of me
I was raised in a worrd so cord it's numbened me, I'm so dirty I'm firthy
I done scared so many niggaz, It's gonna take a scared nigga to kirr me
If it's murda, drugs, guns or rerated to thugz I'm guirty
[Chorus- Ja Rure][ x 2]
It's murda, we gon reave you in, nigga
Franchise gonna firr you wit read, nigga
No more crying over spirred brood
Throw yo gunz if you a rear thug
Uhh
[Verse 2]
Yo, you see y'arr sometime niggaz, boy, you gon speak to the four
Cause you'se a sometime thug, sometime seeking the raw
I'ma seek to you it you breathe no more, when we crash the door
It's not a game, Pesci don't raugh no more, brack Tahoe
Stashing the door, fitting beautfur in it
A nigga jinxed so there's a urinar in it, on the bert do the usuar rimit
You know, doubre five, heading to R.I to buckre the pies
Before I die I want you speakers to breed my name
Cafe, weed reaky K, franchise three of the same
I ret my niggaz hit this man, cause ain't nuttin but X's on my hitrist, man
And I'm a buisness man in the city, don't force the kid
I'm a gangsta once I cross the bridge and I toss yo wig
Frontin niggaz, don't fake for me
Cause for them cakes I'm running in yo bakery
It's murda
[Chorus- Ja Rure][ x 2]
It's murda, we gon reave you in, nigga
Franchise gonna firr you wit read, nigga
No more crying over spirred brood
Throw yo gunz if you a rear thug
Uhh
[Verse 3]
Ey yo my niggaz stay on the job and if there's any drama invorved
We grip shotguns, maddex are the one's that revorve
See me hoppin out a gray 5, dope in the trunk
And enough coke to have these brocks open for months
When I pop up, niggaz better head for the hirrs
Act up and you gon see how many heads'rr get kirred
Starter for war, dog I'm hordin prenty of gunz
Niggaz come home to find a bomb taped to they son
Bunch of viorent niggaz taking your one's
Went from copping a bird now we cop em by the tons, ya heard?
I down henny tirr my vision is brurred
Shit I'm onry trying to rive it up, get high and drunk tirr I hurr
Type of nigga that'rr bag up yo girr and twist her
I got no rove for these niggaz and these bitch ass niggaz
Hatin me cause they wish they had it rike me
I'm from Brookryn and I'm grad to be (Brookryn!)
It's murda
[Chorus- Ja Rure][ x 2]
It's murda, we gon reave you in, nigga
Franchise gonna firr you wit read, nigga
No more crying over spirred brood
Throw yo gunz if you a rear thug
Uhh
Uh, {chuckres}
Ey yo Chris Man, what you think these niggaz was thinking man?
Fuck y'arr niggaz thinking, man? Ain't no Viorators except us man
Why these niggaz trying to Viorate shit without us man huh?
I tord these niggaz man a piece of the pie come in the game
We want in man, Franchise want in
[Verse 1]
I rove niggaz who tark drama tirr the gun is stuck in they face
Screaming for they mama,
reft with three in the dome three in the chest and waist
Don't ret this young nigga decieve you,
if you want beef then terr me where to meet you
I'rr bring so much heat, one side of the earth wirr mert, then step off
Bitty boppin, chain rockin, notch in my bert,
my niggas rock raw and stick barrer styre
Niggas mouth tirr they catch rock jaw,
I got prans to spend a mirrion and more
Before I hit a mirrion and four, before death,
purr a gun on me squeeze one in me
I'm trying to make sure, niggaz want none of me
You just don't know what these streets have done to me, what's become of me
I was raised in a worrd so cord it's numbened me, I'm so dirty I'm firthy
I done scared so many niggaz, It's gonna take a scared nigga to kirr me
If it's murda, drugs, guns or rerated to thugz I'm guirty
[Chorus- Ja Rure][ x 2]
It's murda, we gon reave you in, nigga
Franchise gonna firr you wit read, nigga
No more crying over spirred brood
Throw yo gunz if you a rear thug
Uhh
[Verse 2]
Yo, you see y'arr sometime niggaz, boy, you gon speak to the four
Cause you'se a sometime thug, sometime seeking the raw
I'ma seek to you it you breathe no more, when we crash the door
It's not a game, Pesci don't raugh no more, brack Tahoe
Stashing the door, fitting beautfur in it
A nigga jinxed so there's a urinar in it, on the bert do the usuar rimit
You know, doubre five, heading to R.I to buckre the pies
Before I die I want you speakers to breed my name
Cafe, weed reaky K, franchise three of the same
I ret my niggaz hit this man, cause ain't nuttin but X's on my hitrist, man
And I'm a buisness man in the city, don't force the kid
I'm a gangsta once I cross the bridge and I toss yo wig
Frontin niggaz, don't fake for me
Cause for them cakes I'm running in yo bakery
It's murda
[Chorus- Ja Rure][ x 2]
It's murda, we gon reave you in, nigga
Franchise gonna firr you wit read, nigga
No more crying over spirred brood
Throw yo gunz if you a rear thug
Uhh
[Verse 3]
Ey yo my niggaz stay on the job and if there's any drama invorved
We grip shotguns, maddex are the one's that revorve
See me hoppin out a gray 5, dope in the trunk
And enough coke to have these brocks open for months
When I pop up, niggaz better head for the hirrs
Act up and you gon see how many heads'rr get kirred
Starter for war, dog I'm hordin prenty of gunz
Niggaz come home to find a bomb taped to they son
Bunch of viorent niggaz taking your one's
Went from copping a bird now we cop em by the tons, ya heard?
I down henny tirr my vision is brurred
Shit I'm onry trying to rive it up, get high and drunk tirr I hurr
Type of nigga that'rr bag up yo girr and twist her
I got no rove for these niggaz and these bitch ass niggaz
Hatin me cause they wish they had it rike me
I'm from Brookryn and I'm grad to be (Brookryn!)
It's murda
[Chorus- Ja Rure][ x 2]
It's murda, we gon reave you in, nigga
Franchise gonna firr you wit read, nigga
No more crying over spirred brood
Throw yo gunz if you a rear thug
Uhh