E-Dub & Ja Ja Rule (Ft. Erick Sermon)

[Intro: Ja Rule]
Uh, yeah
It's Ja Rule baby, yeah
It's E-Dub, yeah
Def Squad, uh

[Verse 1: Ja Rule]
Y'all motherfuckers think it's a game right?
Get da name right
R-U-L-E baby
My shit is airtight
Compressed, dead all da non-sense
Pass da 4-5th and load up the cartridge
E Reved up da 6
We about to blow out like bitches wit bad kids
Once you feeling the slugs hit
Datz as real as it gets
Then you wonder
Why da quake can come from underneath, while you figure it out
You on da streets
Laid out wit da gun still stuck in yo mouth
Fuckin' wit Ja is somethin' niggas fearfully doubt
'Cause I don't give a fuck
I don't give a fuck, god may I ask from yo prayer so my soul don't die
These is real tears I cried
And dreams don't lie
When they tell me that I'm doin' good in da devils eyes
But I preach to I'm
Be that same, Nigga put da heat to I'm
Askin E Dub what da fuck you want do to I'm