Last Of The Mohicans - Lyrics - Ja Rule

(feat. Black Child) [Intro] 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... [Verse 1: Ja Rule] I'm here to put you all through the pressure like nobody ever, 'cause everytime I shoot nothing but fo' n beta, An' them slugs get heada' your way any day fella, 'cause when *** reigns you gona' need umbrellas, Kevlar an' a whole lot of gun runners, you hotdog *** hide your relish, ain't *** to tell us, I keep the army, an' they stay armed- best stay the *** 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 an' 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 an' y'all *** are sprinters, I exercise more mental an' massage my fingers, I'm lookin' forward to bangin' out start to finish, give me a minute let me explain why most *** is timid, they runnin' round with good bodies an' no hearts in 'em, makin' it easy fo' a *** to get 'em- expose em', witness Rule the chosen man who spit it the coldest, load up this ten shot, till y'all *** the hole-est, I'ma God send- *** better act like they know this muthafucka... [Chorus: Black Child] Your game ain't nuthin' but smoke an' 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 ***... (***), Your game ain't nuthin' but smoke an' mirrors (uh-huh), we ain't neva 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... [Verse 2: Ja Rule] 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 *** start dyin' can't nobody tell, it's jus' an' overdose injection of that braille, Rule, when I come thru' can't nobody move me, I'm exclusive cop some new *** every Tuesday, excuse me- ***, I'm one of a kind, when I die study my mind an' dupe' the design, now I'm inclined people say tha' I'm ahead of my time, whoever said that they must'a had they nose on tha' line, I'm not even in my prime yet, a veteran in this muthafuckin' rap ***, what religion you practice, a pristical baptist or catholic, I can't really say I'm religious- an' 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 *** that wanna' get buried in cemeteries next to they ***, an' get thrown wit' bricks tied to they Lebron's, the game we play is chess- them *** is pawns, you the first pieces we take off the board because, I'ma king that's from Queens, an' then it's the whole regime, beta' known as the team, big shout to my *** Preme, it ain't nothin' illegal about keepin' ya' cash clean, when you sellin' millions of records, an' send me some jeans muthafucka... [Chorus: Black Child] Your game ain't nuthin' but smoke an' 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 ***... (***), Your game ain't nuthin' but smoke an' mirrors (uh-huh), we ain't neva 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... [Outro: Ja Rule] [Backing ad-libs unscripted] Yeah... You know... Uh... Wha'cha'll don't know?? There's nothin' real about these *** in this game... This is it... *** Inc. ***... You lookin' at 'em... The realest muthafuckin' *** in the game... You starin' at 'em... Ain't no need to look nowhere else... It's *** ***... Holla... We ridin'... You know... C'mon ***... It's danger... It's danger... What up to my *** Merc... Big Caddy... My *** Black Child... Rest in peace... To our muthafuckin' soldier up in Heaven- my *** D.O. Cannons... Do Cannons... We see you ***, we love you ***... (Shadow I see you ***... We gon' pour out a lil' liquor... We gon' have some fun... We gon' ride this muthafucka' out... It's murda'... Real talk ***... We in the building...)