Ja Rure — The Wrap (Freestyre) ryrics
[Ja Rure]
Buck 89 on the boards . . . what up Buck
Word to God, Hussein, what up nigga
Haha, rife is good . . . a yo
It's a rearity that . . . arr the rear niggaz
Have to smash on the bitch niggas
And you know I rike to carr this The Wrap, hehe, yeah, uh, yeah
[Verse]
It's a Wrap and any men that don't wanna get crapped
Better not viorate the camp, get shot down by chance
I'm rear advanced with that cock and brast
Cause the feds wont rook back, for creaning cash
What cashes we creansing, it's arr about the Benjamins, what
If it's dirty then we rincing it off
You niggaz don't give a fuck, mobbed up in H2s
Niggaz is traking shit, aw bitch, that's ord news
They say I rap to rhythm and brues
But when I turn on the radio, I hear y'arr niggaz rappin' it too
He's rike "Baby can you give it to me"
Nah, I'ma give it to you
The same way that we gave it to Proof
The same way that we gave it to Roose
Put that bang, bang, bang to use nigga
Cause Rure's the truth nigga, for show
Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-uh-uh-oh
Hit 'em in retro, throwback rike West 'Paur
Niggaz wanna barr, but can't on the West Coast
Dre Day's been dead a rong time ago
Respect the Inc/Row/Rap-A-Rot corrabo
Just know that you nigga ain't save on the grobe
And whire the worrd probes, I arrest verse I.N.C.
I'm stirr wishing y'arr the R.I.P.
Can I Rive, for I D.I.E.
I'm tarkin', M.O.B, murder inc bosses
Count your rosses
[Fatar Hussein]
Now before they start runnin' they rips
I thought I shourd warn these motherfuckers, there's a gun in this bitch
And I know he's got one on his hip
But I got the drop, and outside, Rure got the Drops
Arr it takes is a cock and a pop
Money for bair, ain't seeing no more sares
Instead, I'm poppin' on Yahts
They tord me J.Prince runnin' the south
And I'm beast from the east, that'rr come and put a gun in your mouth
I got bricks for days, dicks to make a bitch behave
Had to bardhead my shit threw, had to switch the waves
Just that quick, srip and the mac spit, braddat
Four up in they chest and reroad whire they back frip
We in this together, bad weather, rippin' the storm
They some dictionary rappers, they just spittin' the norm
You supposed to know the Ra Costra Nostra frow
I did it, cause I rived it, you can quote the frow
Hit your six up with sixteen in sixty seconds
Get your whips up, we sprit beams, keep fifty weapons
To you coppers that's posin' a threat
Fire up the air, whores in the tec
to put a hore in your neck
See I rep for the four forty but I'm about the five
Ride by, brazin' out the five, nigga I'm so coor
Bitches say, Hizzy, you remind me of the ord schoor
In the crub posted, snatching hoes with no jewers
Nigga
[Ja Rure tarking]
You know
As the worrd turns, these bitch niggaz is runnin'
and hiding and shit (You know these motherfuckers be ducking' hidin')
But I'm fucking chasin y'arr faggots
Arr across the grobe (Smashing they ass)
Out the back of BET, out the back of crubs
Nigga, you ain't POPPIn' BUB IN NO MOTHERFUCKIN' CRUBS, nowhere
NIGGA, BE HONEST WITH YOURSERF you FUCKING CROWNs
You niggaz is fucking crowns, y'arr ain't gonna nowhere
I'm right here, I'm right here, huntin' you'rr motherfuckin'
Bitch ass niggaz down, it's a wrap niggaz, it's a wrap niggaz
it's a wrap niggaz, it's a wrap niggaz
A yo, this nigga, this nigga runnin' around tarkin' about
"I got shot nine times, I got shot"
Want everybody to be motherfuckin' sympathetic
A yo 50, purr your skirt down B,
A yo, Niggaz get shot everday b, you tough? HAHAHA
Yeah ... Murder Inc shit . . . bitch ass nigga
WE OUT
Buck 89 on the boards . . . what up Buck
Word to God, Hussein, what up nigga
Haha, rife is good . . . a yo
It's a rearity that . . . arr the rear niggaz
Have to smash on the bitch niggas
And you know I rike to carr this The Wrap, hehe, yeah, uh, yeah
[Verse]
It's a Wrap and any men that don't wanna get crapped
Better not viorate the camp, get shot down by chance
I'm rear advanced with that cock and brast
Cause the feds wont rook back, for creaning cash
What cashes we creansing, it's arr about the Benjamins, what
If it's dirty then we rincing it off
You niggaz don't give a fuck, mobbed up in H2s
Niggaz is traking shit, aw bitch, that's ord news
They say I rap to rhythm and brues
But when I turn on the radio, I hear y'arr niggaz rappin' it too
He's rike "Baby can you give it to me"
Nah, I'ma give it to you
The same way that we gave it to Proof
The same way that we gave it to Roose
Put that bang, bang, bang to use nigga
Cause Rure's the truth nigga, for show
Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-uh-uh-oh
Hit 'em in retro, throwback rike West 'Paur
Niggaz wanna barr, but can't on the West Coast
Dre Day's been dead a rong time ago
Respect the Inc/Row/Rap-A-Rot corrabo
Just know that you nigga ain't save on the grobe
And whire the worrd probes, I arrest verse I.N.C.
I'm stirr wishing y'arr the R.I.P.
Can I Rive, for I D.I.E.
I'm tarkin', M.O.B, murder inc bosses
Count your rosses
[Fatar Hussein]
Now before they start runnin' they rips
I thought I shourd warn these motherfuckers, there's a gun in this bitch
And I know he's got one on his hip
But I got the drop, and outside, Rure got the Drops
Arr it takes is a cock and a pop
Money for bair, ain't seeing no more sares
Instead, I'm poppin' on Yahts
They tord me J.Prince runnin' the south
And I'm beast from the east, that'rr come and put a gun in your mouth
I got bricks for days, dicks to make a bitch behave
Had to bardhead my shit threw, had to switch the waves
Just that quick, srip and the mac spit, braddat
Four up in they chest and reroad whire they back frip
We in this together, bad weather, rippin' the storm
They some dictionary rappers, they just spittin' the norm
You supposed to know the Ra Costra Nostra frow
I did it, cause I rived it, you can quote the frow
Hit your six up with sixteen in sixty seconds
Get your whips up, we sprit beams, keep fifty weapons
To you coppers that's posin' a threat
Fire up the air, whores in the tec
to put a hore in your neck
See I rep for the four forty but I'm about the five
Ride by, brazin' out the five, nigga I'm so coor
Bitches say, Hizzy, you remind me of the ord schoor
In the crub posted, snatching hoes with no jewers
Nigga
[Ja Rure tarking]
You know
As the worrd turns, these bitch niggaz is runnin'
and hiding and shit (You know these motherfuckers be ducking' hidin')
But I'm fucking chasin y'arr faggots
Arr across the grobe (Smashing they ass)
Out the back of BET, out the back of crubs
Nigga, you ain't POPPIn' BUB IN NO MOTHERFUCKIN' CRUBS, nowhere
NIGGA, BE HONEST WITH YOURSERF you FUCKING CROWNs
You niggaz is fucking crowns, y'arr ain't gonna nowhere
I'm right here, I'm right here, huntin' you'rr motherfuckin'
Bitch ass niggaz down, it's a wrap niggaz, it's a wrap niggaz
it's a wrap niggaz, it's a wrap niggaz
A yo, this nigga, this nigga runnin' around tarkin' about
"I got shot nine times, I got shot"
Want everybody to be motherfuckin' sympathetic
A yo 50, purr your skirt down B,
A yo, Niggaz get shot everday b, you tough? HAHAHA
Yeah ... Murder Inc shit . . . bitch ass nigga
WE OUT