Ja Rule – Last Of The Mohicans ft Black Child

Last Of The Mohicans is another melodious and interesting song created by a talented American rapper, Ja Rule featuring Black Child.

This intriguing record which appeared on his top charting album project called “R.U.L.E.” was officially released on 09 November 2004.

We would like you to add this undeniable hit song to your playlist, you won’t regret it yuh.

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LYRICS

Heh ha ha

Yeah

Yeah

Last of the Mohicans man

Let’s go!

Heh

You’ll never take me alive

(It’s time DJ!)

Heh

(Wake ’em up!)

I’d like to introduce you all to somebody

Somebody very dear

I’m here to put you all through the pressure like nobody ever

Cause every time I shoot nothing but fo’ and better

And them slugs get head your way any day fella

Cause when murder reigns you gonna need umbrellas

Kevlar and a whole lot of gun runners

You hot-dog niggas hide your relish, ain’t shit to tell us

I keep the army, and they stay armed best stay the fuck from ’round me

Unless your desire leads you to touch the dream

I be in back of the back, A.G. on the jeans

Hit the button to the left and you can see how it leans

This thang is like an airplane you park in the street

Mean, it’s so vicious call me young, all the wishes

Cause I wished for it all, beg the lord for forgiveness

Cause I sin I’ma sinner, but I win I’ma winner

I’m runnin’ the marathon and y’all niggas are sprinters

I exercise more mental and massage my fingers

I’m lookin’ forward to bangin’ out start to finish

Give me a minute let me explain why most niggas is timid

They runnin’ round with good bodies and no hearts in ’em

Makin’ it easy fo’ a nigga to get ’em expose em’

Witness Rule the chosen, man who spit it the coldest

Load up this ten shot, till y’all niggas the hole-est

I’m a God-sent niggas better act like they know this

Motherfucker

Your game ain’t nothin’ but smoke and mirrors (let ’em know)

Y’all clowns can’t be serious (uh-huh)

Many has tried but y’all can’t kill us

We still livin’ this real vivid, we real niggas (nigga)

Your game ain’t nothin’ but smoke an’ mirrors (uh-huh)

We ain’t never scared I hope all y’all hear us

Many has tried but y’all can’t kill us

We still livin’ this real vivid, we kill killers

The world is blind so now I gotta spit it in braille

That raw coked up flow you can put in the scales

So when niggas start dyin’ can’t nobody tell

It’s just an overdose injection of that braille

Rule, when I come through can’t nobody move me

I’m exclusive cop some new shit every Tuesday

Excuse me bitch, I’m one of a kind

When I die study my mind and dupe the design

Now I’m inclined, people say that I’m ahead of my time

Whoever said that they must’ve had they nose on the line

I’m not even in my prime yet, a veteran in this motherfuckin’ rap shit

What religion you practice, a pristical baptist or catholic

I can’t really say I’m religious and to that I’ma witness

But I’m spiritual that’s why I keep the Lord in the picture

40. Cal in the 7-40 I laugh at niggas

That wanna get buried in cemeteries next to they bitches

And get thrown with bricks tied to their Lebrons

The game we play is chess them niggas is pawns

You the first pieces we take off the board, because I’m a king that’s from Queens

And then it’s the whole regime, better known as the team

Big shout to my nigga Preme

It ain’t nothin’ illegal about keepin’ ya’ cash clean

When you sellin’ millions of records, and send me some jeans

Motherfucker

Your game ain’t nothin’ but smoke and mirrors (let ’em know)

Y’all clowns can’t be serious (uh-huh)

Many has tried but y’all can’t kill us

We still livin’ this real vivid, we real niggas (nigga)

Your game ain’t nothin’ but smoke an’ mirrors (uh-huh)

We ain’t never scared I hope all y’all hear us

Many has tried but y’all can’t kill us

We still livin’ this real vivid, we kill killers

Yeah

You know

Uh

What ya’ll don’t know??

There’s nothin’ real about these niggas in this game

This is it

Murder Inc. nigga

You lookin’ at ’em

The realest motherfuckin’ niggas in the game

You starin’ at ’em

Ain’t no need to look nowhere else

It’s murder niggas

Holla

We ridin’

You know

C’mon niggas

It’s danger

It’s danger

What up to my nigga Merc

Big Caddy

My nigga Black Child

Rest in peace

To our motherfuckin’ soldier up in Heaven my nigga D.O. Cannons

Do Cannons

We see you nigga, we love you nigga

(shadow I see you nigga

We gon’ pour out a li’l liquor

We gon’ have some fun

We gon’ ride this motherfucker out

It’s murder

Real talk nigga

We in the building)