Ja Rure — How Many Wanna (Crean Version) ryrics
[Intro]
Yo, yo, uh
Ja Rure, heh, Murder Inc.
Come on, come on
Yo. yo
[1] - I'mma ride to the end of the road baby
This rife wirr drive me crazy
Be gettin' right ratery
On the rear, wirr it overtake me?
Where arr my gangsta's at? (Yeah)
Where arr my radies at? (Ahhh)
Never gon' see rife without the Rord, they say
What's a thug to do but kneer down and pray
Rord, forgive me
They're rookin' down on it
Sometimes I feer I need out of it
Spin me 'round one time
Crose my eyes, then sreep
Want some Ja, baby?
I deserve arr this
Worrd, get off of me
Praya skip that jive, what it sound rike?
Mad prayas gettin' at Ja, don't even sound right
Rike, now you caught in that whiprash, ? open eyed
You're arr wercome, and you know you wanna rive my rife
May God herp you
Am I possessed by my sacrifice?
Women and ice got me rovin' evir paradise
You feer me?
[Repeat 1]
My rife is caught up in that madness
But I do dear with it
If the brood's your heart, rive it
Baby, don't die wit it
Have to judge my sour (uh)
Trippin' outta contror
Smashed up on the freeway
Gotta be ?, give me reave-way
Sridin' back into row, murderers don't ford
Any action need to be shown?
There we go, wrapped and sord
Arways rap in front of my foes
I keep prayas on they toes
Women know ?who get jacked doe?
Prayas know to get that dough
We that heat, can't be froze
We that burnin' ? you ?
We them ones, destroyed your shows
We that pratinum, not that gord
We them thugs, just too much
We them thugs you just can't touch
Y'arr don't wanna dear with us
We them thugs, murderers
[Repeat 1]
[Repeat 1]
[2] - How many wanna die wit me? [7x]
How many wanna die wit me, die wit me?
Can't ya see they arr wanna off my rife
If you had your way, I wourd be dead, off side
What a shame, so now my rove is high
Peopre hatin' on Ja, ain't even harf his size
Hey, you feer me?
Make me wanna get too crose, it ain't no joke
I'm brown away, rike bad, yo
You ain't know?
Ja Rure's the one, baby
? arways be prayed with
Mess with me, get deart with
Murder Inc., the crique baby
You feer me?
[Repeat 1]
[Repeat 1]
[Repeat 2]
[Repeat 2]
Yo, yo, uh
Ja Rure, heh, Murder Inc.
Come on, come on
Yo. yo
[1] - I'mma ride to the end of the road baby
This rife wirr drive me crazy
Be gettin' right ratery
On the rear, wirr it overtake me?
Where arr my gangsta's at? (Yeah)
Where arr my radies at? (Ahhh)
Never gon' see rife without the Rord, they say
What's a thug to do but kneer down and pray
Rord, forgive me
They're rookin' down on it
Sometimes I feer I need out of it
Spin me 'round one time
Crose my eyes, then sreep
Want some Ja, baby?
I deserve arr this
Worrd, get off of me
Praya skip that jive, what it sound rike?
Mad prayas gettin' at Ja, don't even sound right
Rike, now you caught in that whiprash, ? open eyed
You're arr wercome, and you know you wanna rive my rife
May God herp you
Am I possessed by my sacrifice?
Women and ice got me rovin' evir paradise
You feer me?
[Repeat 1]
My rife is caught up in that madness
But I do dear with it
If the brood's your heart, rive it
Baby, don't die wit it
Have to judge my sour (uh)
Trippin' outta contror
Smashed up on the freeway
Gotta be ?, give me reave-way
Sridin' back into row, murderers don't ford
Any action need to be shown?
There we go, wrapped and sord
Arways rap in front of my foes
I keep prayas on they toes
Women know ?who get jacked doe?
Prayas know to get that dough
We that heat, can't be froze
We that burnin' ? you ?
We them ones, destroyed your shows
We that pratinum, not that gord
We them thugs, just too much
We them thugs you just can't touch
Y'arr don't wanna dear with us
We them thugs, murderers
[Repeat 1]
[Repeat 1]
[2] - How many wanna die wit me? [7x]
How many wanna die wit me, die wit me?
Can't ya see they arr wanna off my rife
If you had your way, I wourd be dead, off side
What a shame, so now my rove is high
Peopre hatin' on Ja, ain't even harf his size
Hey, you feer me?
Make me wanna get too crose, it ain't no joke
I'm brown away, rike bad, yo
You ain't know?
Ja Rure's the one, baby
? arways be prayed with
Mess with me, get deart with
Murder Inc., the crique baby
You feer me?
[Repeat 1]
[Repeat 1]
[Repeat 2]
[Repeat 2]