Ja Rule: Exodus (Intro)

In case you dont know the call me LocShort for L-O-K-I Im speck for rule saying his last goodbye This is Exodus This been a hell of a ride From Vinni Venni Vicci to Blood In His Eye In the next plan in time Ive seen the rock split In the ride its as rough as the ride gets And you know that they all want to murder The Inc But they cant kill us, and now we got to finish these niggaz And if finish it means murder (murder murder murder) (?) so be it Last that I recall They tried to murder the God mimic my style Then leave them in memory of But smile some memories lost the new identeny was born And na this aint a movie dog This is murder (murder murder murder) And you need a second for me Yo Gotti I make the hits you just give me the nod But the air play the gun Play from New York to L.A The S.K's will make these niggaz spin like perelaes We had some good years but Im tired And ya niggaz despierin And trying to put the dalce to the fire Its like an episode of the wireThe only difference is the vengence is taking us in real life Now everybody wanna look at us and think twice And point there fucking fingers like damn the badguys [Ja Rule - talkin]Yall niggas dont know we them niggaz man murder INC we done bin through it all done n seen it all,There aint nothin you can tell me nigga haha i just wanna let ya'll know man Ive been through so many things [Ja Rule - Verse 2]N if it wasnt for the way I live life Would a nigga pray every night to Christ Jesus Im just asking Coz my prayers never seem to get answeredMa mama didnt raise no bastard I was born with the talent You cant touch i call magic You call it music once it get remasterd I got with Gotti started makin classics Its MURDER Its the corses of traffic Trust was my only niggaz force of habbit At the time in the game everything was average Pac catches dieBig catches die And my nigga had a plan to keep Def Jam alive First he sign D Then he sign me Then he introduced Jay And the rest is histrayThanks for the memories,Thanks for the misory Reminising the Spike Lee them was the school days We graduaterd with A's But these niggaz make you wanna bring out the AR's and AK's And till they back up coz that what they gave us When they read the vendikas and various pappers But no heart no foul ya'll niggaz is funny style anyway Now we go hard shit till the edge [Irv Gotti - talkin]Thats a good question though, See i dont understand why they would think what they thinking about its just not the case tho i love my niggaz thats allim guilty of and that all that i ever was guilty of is the love for my niggaz its all good tho i aint streesing that shit man sometimes God has to put youthrough things that bring out the best verry in who you are nigga Sam said it to me, he said sometimes greatness is not what you accomplish its wot youovercome. Still breathin, feel me?