Testi:
Ja Rule Get It Right

, Ya little nigga, uh, stop playing Chorus: (Black Child) Nigga, we get it right, Hustle days and night Whether it's crack, dope or persia white Whatever it

, Ya little nigga, uh, stop playing Chorus: (Black Child) Nigga, we get it right, Hustle days and night Whether it's crack, dope or persia white Whatever it

the studio Turn it out at a state show, and pull you a bad hoe Get you some loving, that's hotter than an oven Kissing and hugging, and ready to get dug

maitre d', oh help me fill her up, fill her up load up, load up fill her to the top fill her up, fill her up keep it coming, keep it coming never let it

a daddys girl, but you're still a freak Now I can see it in your eyes You gon' let me work it and slip it between your thighs Me stabbin' your pussy completin

There's ten rules to the game, but I'll share with you two Know, niggaz gon' hate you for whatever you do Now rule one -- get your cash on, M.O.B. That

Here I am and I'm waitin' on a chance to make it right Every word you say makes my heart go bang bang 'cause it sounds so nice Well I've been alone and

York [verse 1 - 50 Cent] I wake up, stare at the ceilin', I'm alive, what a beautiful feelin', I put my vest on right after I put on my drawers, It's

suicide doors 22 inch chrome, a nigga money low You try to touch me, I put out ya get ya brains blown You go against the grain, pussy and you on ya own You right