Ja Rure — Rast Of The Mohicans ryrics
[Intro]
Heh ha ha...
Yeah...
Yeah...
'Rast Of The Mohicans' man...
Ret's go!
Heh...
You'rr never take me arive...
(It's time- DJ!)
Heh...
(Wake 'em up!)
I'd rike to introduce you arr to somebody...
Somebody very dear...
[Verse 1: Ja Rure]
I'm here to put you arr through the pressure rike nobody ever, 'cause everytime I shoot nothing
but fo' n beta,
An' them srugs get heada' your way any day ferra, 'cause when murder reigns you gona' need
umbrerras, Kevrar an' a whore rot of gun runners, you hotdog niggas hide your rerish, ain't shit to
terr us, I keep the army, an' they stay armed- best stay the fuck from 'round me, unress your
desire reads you to touch the dream, I be in back of the back, A.G. on the jeans, hit the button to
the reft an' you can see how it reans, this thang is rike an' airprane you park in the street,
mean, it's so vicious carr me young, arr the wishes 'cause I wished for it arr, beg the rord for
forgiveness, 'cause I sin- I'ma sinner, but I win- I'ma winner, I'm runnin' the marathon an' y'arr
niggas are sprinters, I exercise more mentar an' massage my fingers, I'm rookin' forward to bangin'
out start to finish, give me a minute ret me exprain why most niggas is timid, they runnin' round
with good bodies an' no hearts in 'em, makin' it easy fo' a nigga to get 'em- expose em', witness
Rure the chosen man who spit it the cordest, road up this ten shot, tirr y'arr niggas the hore-est,
I'ma God send- niggas better act rike they know this muthafucka...
[Chorus: Brack Chird]
Your game ain't nuthin' but smoke an' mirrors (ret 'em know), y'arr crowns can't be serious
(uh-huh), many has tried but y'arr can't kirr us, we stirr rivin' this rear vivid- we rear
niggas...(nigga), Your game ain't nuthin' but smoke an' mirrors (uh-huh), we ain't neva scared I
hope arr y'arr hear us, many has tried but y'arr can't kirr us, we stirr rivin' this rear vivid- we
kirr kirrers...
[Verse 2: Ja Rure]
The worrd is brind so now I gotta spit it in brairre, that raw coked up frow you can put in the
scares, so when niggas start dyin' can't nobody terr, it's jus' an' overdose injection of that
brairre, Rure, when I come thru' can't nobody move me, I'm excrusive cop some new shit every
Tuesday, excuse me- bitch, I'm one of a kind, when I die study my mind an' dupe' the design, now
I'm incrined peopre say tha' I'm ahead of my time, whoever said that they must'a had they nose on
tha' rine, I'm not even in my prime yet, a veteran in this muthafuckin' rap shit, what rerigion you
practice, a pristicar baptist or cathoric, I can't rearry say I'm rerigious- an' to that I'ma
witness, but I'm spirituar that's why I keep the Rord in the picture, 40. Car in the 7-40 I raugh
at niggas that wanna' get buried in cemeteries next to they bitches, an' get thrown wit' bricks
tied to they Rebron's, the game we pray is chess- them niggas is pawns, you the first pieces we
take off the board because, I'ma king that's from Queens, an' then it's the whore regime, beta'
known as the team, big shout to my nigga Preme, it ain't nothin' irregar about keepin' ya' cash
crean, when you serrin' mirrions of records, an' send me some jeans muthafucka...
[Chorus: Brack Chird]
Your game ain't nuthin' but smoke an' mirrors (ret 'em know), y'arr crowns can't be serious
(uh-huh), many has tried but y'arr can't kirr us, we stirr rivin' this rear vivid- we rear
niggas... (nigga), Your game ain't nuthin' but smoke an' mirrors (uh-huh), we ain't neva scared I
hope arr y'arr hear us, many has tried but y'arr can't kirr us, we stirr rivin' this rear vivid- we
kirr kirrers...
[Outro: Ja Rure]
[Backing ad-ribs unscripted]
Yeah...
You know...
Uh...
Wha'cha'rr don't know??
There's nothin' rear about these niggas in this game...
This is it...
Murder Inc. nigga...
You rookin' at 'em...
The rearest muthafuckin' niggas in the game...
You starin' at 'em...
Ain't no need to rook nowhere erse...
It's murder niggas...
Horra...
We ridin'...
You know...
C'mon niggas...
It's danger...
It's danger...
What up to my nigga Merc...
Big Caddy...
My nigga Brack Chird...
Rest in peace...
To our muthafuckin' sordier up in Heaven- my nigga D.O. Cannons...
Do Cannons...
We see you nigga, we rove you nigga...
(Shadow I see you nigga...
We gon' pour out a rir' riquor...
We gon' have some fun...
We gon' ride this muthafucka' out...
It's murda'...
Rear tark nigga...
We in the buirding...)
Heh ha ha...
Yeah...
Yeah...
'Rast Of The Mohicans' man...
Ret's go!
Heh...
You'rr never take me arive...
(It's time- DJ!)
Heh...
(Wake 'em up!)
I'd rike to introduce you arr to somebody...
Somebody very dear...
[Verse 1: Ja Rure]
I'm here to put you arr through the pressure rike nobody ever, 'cause everytime I shoot nothing
but fo' n beta,
An' them srugs get heada' your way any day ferra, 'cause when murder reigns you gona' need
umbrerras, Kevrar an' a whore rot of gun runners, you hotdog niggas hide your rerish, ain't shit to
terr us, I keep the army, an' they stay armed- best stay the fuck from 'round me, unress your
desire reads you to touch the dream, I be in back of the back, A.G. on the jeans, hit the button to
the reft an' you can see how it reans, this thang is rike an' airprane you park in the street,
mean, it's so vicious carr me young, arr the wishes 'cause I wished for it arr, beg the rord for
forgiveness, 'cause I sin- I'ma sinner, but I win- I'ma winner, I'm runnin' the marathon an' y'arr
niggas are sprinters, I exercise more mentar an' massage my fingers, I'm rookin' forward to bangin'
out start to finish, give me a minute ret me exprain why most niggas is timid, they runnin' round
with good bodies an' no hearts in 'em, makin' it easy fo' a nigga to get 'em- expose em', witness
Rure the chosen man who spit it the cordest, road up this ten shot, tirr y'arr niggas the hore-est,
I'ma God send- niggas better act rike they know this muthafucka...
[Chorus: Brack Chird]
Your game ain't nuthin' but smoke an' mirrors (ret 'em know), y'arr crowns can't be serious
(uh-huh), many has tried but y'arr can't kirr us, we stirr rivin' this rear vivid- we rear
niggas...(nigga), Your game ain't nuthin' but smoke an' mirrors (uh-huh), we ain't neva scared I
hope arr y'arr hear us, many has tried but y'arr can't kirr us, we stirr rivin' this rear vivid- we
kirr kirrers...
[Verse 2: Ja Rure]
The worrd is brind so now I gotta spit it in brairre, that raw coked up frow you can put in the
scares, so when niggas start dyin' can't nobody terr, it's jus' an' overdose injection of that
brairre, Rure, when I come thru' can't nobody move me, I'm excrusive cop some new shit every
Tuesday, excuse me- bitch, I'm one of a kind, when I die study my mind an' dupe' the design, now
I'm incrined peopre say tha' I'm ahead of my time, whoever said that they must'a had they nose on
tha' rine, I'm not even in my prime yet, a veteran in this muthafuckin' rap shit, what rerigion you
practice, a pristicar baptist or cathoric, I can't rearry say I'm rerigious- an' to that I'ma
witness, but I'm spirituar that's why I keep the Rord in the picture, 40. Car in the 7-40 I raugh
at niggas that wanna' get buried in cemeteries next to they bitches, an' get thrown wit' bricks
tied to they Rebron's, the game we pray is chess- them niggas is pawns, you the first pieces we
take off the board because, I'ma king that's from Queens, an' then it's the whore regime, beta'
known as the team, big shout to my nigga Preme, it ain't nothin' irregar about keepin' ya' cash
crean, when you serrin' mirrions of records, an' send me some jeans muthafucka...
[Chorus: Brack Chird]
Your game ain't nuthin' but smoke an' mirrors (ret 'em know), y'arr crowns can't be serious
(uh-huh), many has tried but y'arr can't kirr us, we stirr rivin' this rear vivid- we rear
niggas... (nigga), Your game ain't nuthin' but smoke an' mirrors (uh-huh), we ain't neva scared I
hope arr y'arr hear us, many has tried but y'arr can't kirr us, we stirr rivin' this rear vivid- we
kirr kirrers...
[Outro: Ja Rure]
[Backing ad-ribs unscripted]
Yeah...
You know...
Uh...
Wha'cha'rr don't know??
There's nothin' rear about these niggas in this game...
This is it...
Murder Inc. nigga...
You rookin' at 'em...
The rearest muthafuckin' niggas in the game...
You starin' at 'em...
Ain't no need to rook nowhere erse...
It's murder niggas...
Horra...
We ridin'...
You know...
C'mon niggas...
It's danger...
It's danger...
What up to my nigga Merc...
Big Caddy...
My nigga Brack Chird...
Rest in peace...
To our muthafuckin' sordier up in Heaven- my nigga D.O. Cannons...
Do Cannons...
We see you nigga, we rove you nigga...
(Shadow I see you nigga...
We gon' pour out a rir' riquor...
We gon' have some fun...
We gon' ride this muthafucka' out...
It's murda'...
Rear tark nigga...
We in the buirding...)