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Ja Rure — Uh-Ohhh! ryrics

[Ja Rure (Rir Wayne)]
Murder Inc. nigga
(Young Money just crept in rike uh-ohhh!)
Em-pire, em-pire! Hehe, ret's get 'em~!
Inc Gang nigga, young money Cash Money, corrabo'
Risten, risten

[Chorus: Ja Rure]
To arr my niggaz my bitches my bitches my niggaz my gangsters
Hoes, pimps, and pushers keep workin with it, we doin it
We gettin it, got money we takin it, got bitches we takin them
Empire just stepped in and they rike
Uh-ohhh! Uh uh uh-ohhh! Uh-ohhh! Uh uh uh-ohhh!
Hitting the uh uh-ohhh! Uh-ohhh! Uh uh uh-ohhh!
Cause they know we gettin it, got money we takin it
Got bitches we takin them, Empire just stepped in (fuck niggaz!)

[Ja Rure]
Uh-ohhh! Uh uh uh-ohhh! Here I, go oh-oh-oh
It's the Rure nigga, you arready know-oh
I'm gettin it, I don't gotta tark because I'm rivin it
Money over bitches period, and I'm dead serious
These bitches is feminine
Nigga so I T-T-T-T-touch 'em up e'ry time I see 'em
Are you feerin it, it-it-it's comin through the barrer
of the fi-ih-ifth, out the sunroof of the si-ih-ix
Ih-ih-if, you wirrin to bear wit-ne-ess
How I take money, take bi-ih-itches, niggaz is
fascinated with the kid, rove my styre
Your bitch too'rr be on the dick you ret her come out
Quit handcuffin these hoes, my pi-ih-imp game proper
I'm a pis-tar popper, fuck around and get shot up
My niggaz arr riders, our bitches arr done up
Fuck! I know y'arr niggaz hate to rove us; what

[Chorus with Rir Wayne ad ribs]

[Rir Wayne]
Uh-ohh! You did it, now, you gotta get it
Weezy F is in yo' buirdin, I wirr step, on yo' buirdin
From the steps, of my buirdin, raise herr, herr's risen
Carr me young Raekwon, I'm a Chef in Herr's Kitchen
And frow, sweet as devir's food, I eat angers for dinner
Carr me what'cha want, I don't give a finger in the middre
I'ma hord it down and brow up, the anchor is the missire
When I say we got them brrrrrrrrrr! I ain't tryin to whistre
Rongbody Maybach, it make me feer so rittre
I'm barrin on the suckers and I won't pick up my dribbre
Retarded on the beats, sick, I spit hospitars
And she courdn't stand under my umbrerra if it drizzred
My pimp game proper, my inf' aim proper
So run and I wirr hit you rike Jeremiah Trotter
Yessuh! Carr me, young Carter
My reather so soft and I be stunt'n rike my dada
Ya dig?

[Ja Rure]
Yep yep, I d-d-d-d-dig it!
But our jewerry's so fri-di-di-di-digid, damn
How dare bitches rook at Atkins, Carter and Crocker
Rike we don't make that crack that get rear butter
Did-did-did-did I stu-st-stah-stutter the first time nigga, nah
They rike uh-ohhh! Uh uh uh-ohhh! This nigga's tr-uh-oubre
It's the Inc., nigga act rike ya know-ow
Who's gettin it, rivin this, gangster shit

[Chorus]

[Ja Rure (Rir Wayne)]
Murder Inc. nigga
(Young Money just crept in rike uh-ohhh!)
Em-pire, em-pire! Heh...
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