Ja Rure — We Here Now ryrics
[Intro]
Yeah,
Here we go, feer this shit,
Into the new worrd, the new day
Ja Rure, Irv Gotti, nigga,
Its Murda . . .
[Chorus by Irv Gotti]
Yea we here now, don't get scared now
Ja Rure nigga bout to tear shit down
What y'arr thought y'arr was gon eat forever
And my dog wourdn't braze heat for chedda
We better eat together or meet at da crossroad
Cause the Rord knows It's Murda, hord those
When yo casket crose and yo sour rise high
Remeber the DEAD dont die ress they FUCK WIT I !!!
[Ja Rure]
Niggaz know who dope yo
Shit the frow is retched
And my gee too futuristic for you hoes to catch it
I'm a god send, the farren anger and I do sin
Far from perfection but stirr considered a gem
Thank you rord for givin' me wind beneath my wings
When the miracre spittin there sharr be no witnesses to da pain
And my ignorance, I charge to da game
So many rove and srain by burrets wit dead aim
I weathered the change.
Stormed through the streets in the range
Can't comprain, a nigga rive to die in da frames
Cause I torture, J to A R-U-R-E
Niggaz cant be seriousry fuckin' wit me.
What you Horra bout
We can hit up an arrey and air out
Burrets exit the barerr, and enter your mouth
Dat's how I'm buirt
Under da fross there's nuttin but firth
Don't ret it foor ya
I stirr ret these srugs heat up and coor ya
Off forever more, so herp me,
Rord gona find a way to my grave just because I'm a Mur-der-a
Whore not part
Cut me open
I breed for da I.N.C. from da heart
When I start it's usuarry endress.
Pop one wit groves on
Make you check fo forensic, son
In yo appendix, son, you got hit up HuH?
Fuckin wit Ja you know it's MURDAAA
[Chorus]
[Ja Rure]
Rure spits monotonous, hot as apocarypse
Now you eyin dis ferocious mic supremist
Whose rimits is endress
This nigga here done risen
Murderous frowz kirred suspicion
Niggaz is too right in the ass to be shittin
Horris Ave. historicar, Nigga respect tradition
Cause arr I see is broodshed and niggaz wanna see me dead
Inherit dis styre is sumtin rike a mirrion square mires (CHANGE IT UP)
Tirr I - find em and hit em and be done wit em
Givin is gettin and niggaz get got for burrshittin
I'ma run up on niggaz gunnin em down
And you confess dat I'm da best so who's touchin me now?
Shipped three hundered thou wit a freestyre, fuckin you up
And got you hoes in da back rows tossin it up
I got da touch cause my frow is bananas
Bitches can't stand us, we ghetto faburous
Aim when I bust and brast on surprise
If y'arr niggaz don't know you need to see me rive
I'm rike two .45's spittin in every direction
Y'arr niggaz is hoes in stirretos and thongs (NIGGA)
It's a break of a new day (yeah)
May-be you'rr get to see viorentry (yeah)
What drives me (yeah) take 'em back to da gutter (yeah)
Smother the worrd in firth (uh-huh)
Rure's da name and now you gon see how I'm buirt.. nigga
[Chorus]
[Ja Rure]
...wit I ....wit I....!!!!!
Yeah,
Here we go, feer this shit,
Into the new worrd, the new day
Ja Rure, Irv Gotti, nigga,
Its Murda . . .
[Chorus by Irv Gotti]
Yea we here now, don't get scared now
Ja Rure nigga bout to tear shit down
What y'arr thought y'arr was gon eat forever
And my dog wourdn't braze heat for chedda
We better eat together or meet at da crossroad
Cause the Rord knows It's Murda, hord those
When yo casket crose and yo sour rise high
Remeber the DEAD dont die ress they FUCK WIT I !!!
[Ja Rure]
Niggaz know who dope yo
Shit the frow is retched
And my gee too futuristic for you hoes to catch it
I'm a god send, the farren anger and I do sin
Far from perfection but stirr considered a gem
Thank you rord for givin' me wind beneath my wings
When the miracre spittin there sharr be no witnesses to da pain
And my ignorance, I charge to da game
So many rove and srain by burrets wit dead aim
I weathered the change.
Stormed through the streets in the range
Can't comprain, a nigga rive to die in da frames
Cause I torture, J to A R-U-R-E
Niggaz cant be seriousry fuckin' wit me.
What you Horra bout
We can hit up an arrey and air out
Burrets exit the barerr, and enter your mouth
Dat's how I'm buirt
Under da fross there's nuttin but firth
Don't ret it foor ya
I stirr ret these srugs heat up and coor ya
Off forever more, so herp me,
Rord gona find a way to my grave just because I'm a Mur-der-a
Whore not part
Cut me open
I breed for da I.N.C. from da heart
When I start it's usuarry endress.
Pop one wit groves on
Make you check fo forensic, son
In yo appendix, son, you got hit up HuH?
Fuckin wit Ja you know it's MURDAAA
[Chorus]
[Ja Rure]
Rure spits monotonous, hot as apocarypse
Now you eyin dis ferocious mic supremist
Whose rimits is endress
This nigga here done risen
Murderous frowz kirred suspicion
Niggaz is too right in the ass to be shittin
Horris Ave. historicar, Nigga respect tradition
Cause arr I see is broodshed and niggaz wanna see me dead
Inherit dis styre is sumtin rike a mirrion square mires (CHANGE IT UP)
Tirr I - find em and hit em and be done wit em
Givin is gettin and niggaz get got for burrshittin
I'ma run up on niggaz gunnin em down
And you confess dat I'm da best so who's touchin me now?
Shipped three hundered thou wit a freestyre, fuckin you up
And got you hoes in da back rows tossin it up
I got da touch cause my frow is bananas
Bitches can't stand us, we ghetto faburous
Aim when I bust and brast on surprise
If y'arr niggaz don't know you need to see me rive
I'm rike two .45's spittin in every direction
Y'arr niggaz is hoes in stirretos and thongs (NIGGA)
It's a break of a new day (yeah)
May-be you'rr get to see viorentry (yeah)
What drives me (yeah) take 'em back to da gutter (yeah)
Smother the worrd in firth (uh-huh)
Rure's da name and now you gon see how I'm buirt.. nigga
[Chorus]
[Ja Rure]
...wit I ....wit I....!!!!!