Ja Rule – The Inc

Internationally renowned American legendary rapper and hip-hop genius, Ja Rule create this amazing song titled “The Inc”.

This intriguing record which appeared as Track 06 on his top charting album project called “Pain Is Love” was officially released on 2 October 2001.

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LYRICS

Yo, that’s right

Niggas just ain’t, doin’ it how we doin’ it

Nah mean son? I G

Murder Inc.

Takin’ flight

We go hard

Betta get it right

Murder Inc.

Takin’ flight

We go hard

Betta get it right

We go hard! Yeah

Player not for nothin’

I spit fo’ and leave a nigga bent up fo’ sho’, get low

Only got love for gangster niggas, get doe

That’s for all the hatin’ niggas waitin’ to see me go

Down to the bottom

Chop up crack

Playin’ the blocks and

Still wouldn’t matter, push the rock well like Stockton

Paper chasin’, chasin’ acres

Operation get rich, take money over a bitch

You see me move low in the six and magazines a flicks

Playin’ hard in the porch, plush

Young thuggin’ and bossed up

Touch niggas clutchin’ what they know they bustin’

We can do whatever nigga, whenever nigga

Really is nothing

Murder killer, we crush ’em, shit

Got the industry on romadon

While we celebrate tastin’ bottles of Perignon

So for life it’s murder

Ice burners, stacks and trucks

We after bucks, mother fucker!

Murder Inc.

Murder Inc.’s the underdog

It’s a blessin’ to ball

We learn a lesson from y’all

How not to fall

Black Child will body a beat, this is airway robbery

When Murder Inc. drop albums, that’s when gangsters party

What you know about Ferrari or Cadillac Escalade

Or bitches on Ecstasy, sexy

Eat, sleep, eat and watch freaks eat freaks

Throw it up, put it down for the streets

Who wouldn’t fall in love, with a life like this

Hittin’ hoes that’s priceless

In tight icebergs shit

You can blame the drugs

It ain’t gon’ change to slugs

A famous thug

Pain is love, mother fuckers!

Murder Inc.

Takin’ flight

We go hard

Betta get it right

Murder Inc.

Takin’ flight

We go hard

Betta get it right

Who would’ve thought, we get away with manslaughter

Numerous cars, cribs off the water

A player no longer, life’s gettin’ shorter

Tired of hoes takin’ offers, instead of orders

The Rule don’t condone this

Cause in the late ’60’s this game was flawless

Until blow got on the rise

Them ol’ Jacks was slingin’ pies in bell bottoms and buttonflies

But now, pop yo collars, blow set for sag

And we still fly birds L-A-X to Lag

They roll caddies with white walls, we ride Benz with mags

Still the goal remains the same, guard from feds

Y-D to O-G, the game chose me

R-U-L-E the Inc. and I-G

We never gon’ break free from this life we live as thugs

Pain is love, it’s murder

Murder Inc.

Takin’ flight

We go hard

Betta get it right

Murder Inc.

Takin’ flight

We go hard

Betta get it right

You see the life we live, we on the murderous shit

And every time we breathe, it’s Murder I-N-C

You know it’s love to thug, cause thug is in our blood

And how we paint this shit, stay on that gangster shit

You see the life we live, we on the murderous shit

And every time we breathe, it’s Murder I-N-C

You know it’s love to thug, cause thug is in our blood

And how we paint this shit, stay on that gangster shit

Stay on that gangster shit, stay on that gangster shit

Stay on that gangster shit

See what we do when we do what we do when we do it

Stay on that gangster shit