n*ggas & b*tches lyrics

[Intro: Ja Rule]
Yeah
Ah ha, uh huh
You know how we do (we're gonna do how we do)
Uh, uh, yo my n*gga Cad what's hangin n*gga (gangsta sh*t)
n*gga Terry what's goin on n*gga
Let me talk to 'em for a minute (Murder Inc. bosses in the buildin')
Yeah, haha

[Chorus]
n*ggAS!
Grip the iron and keep it c*cked
b*tchES!
Rub ya clit get that pus*y hot
'Cause it's all about the benjamins and nobody ain't doin' it like us come on what y'all want?
n*ggAS!
Grip the iron and keep it c*cked
b*tchES!
Rub ya clit keep that pus*y hot
'Cause it's all about sex, money, and murder, b*tches that burn ya, n*ggas with burners
c*cked and let go!

[Verse 1]
f*ck all y'all motherf*ckin' b*tch ass n*ggas
I'm talkin' to whoever wanna be ridin' my didi*k
And you know you gon' get it as hot as I spit it (Yeah)
It's the Rule and nobody wanna be bothered wit
If I hit 'em in every direction with four fifths (Yeah)
Will they spin like 45's with compact discs (come on)
It's a disappointment to see n*ggas flip on Rule like they double jointed
When I'm one of rap's anointed
Who else used to order (Haha) this all on the di*k (Yea)
Like when I come through with spinners on the six
And got b*tches bouncin' like Ronnie in Tricks (Yeah)
'Cause some whores in this game really don't make sense (You know)
Bomb proofin' vehicles and clonin' Em's (Hoe ass n*ggas)
But when bullets go through your film and break your limbs
The horror show begins, picture this (Rule)
Just in case you can't see (Rule) it, it's Murda again
[Chorus]
n*ggAS!
Grip the iron and keep it c*cked
b*tchES!
Rub ya clit get that pus*y hot
'Cause it's all about the benjamins and nobody ain't doin' it like us come on what y'all want?
n*ggAS!
Grip the iron and keep it c*cked
b*tchES!
Rub ya clit keep that pus*y hot
'Cause it's all about sex, money, and murder, b*tches that burn ya, n*ggas with burners
c*cked and let go!

[Verse 2]
Rule I f*ck with b*tches in Manolos and thick Louie Vuitton logos
'Cause I don't love these hoes
I'm above and beyond everything that your seein'
And I'm the only real n*gga left rappin' this ????
If I could be one of the seasons, you'd call me summer
The way I bang the heater out the back of the Hummer
The bull just move like runners from city block to city block
Layin' down the foundation for what's really hot
Y'all n*ggas really not on my level (come on)
I'm like slugs when they pierce the metal, you see sparks (what)
My voice is a brush, they hear it it's like art
And nobody can really tell the twins apart
I call one Nina, other one Santa Maria
I might roll up on your set, dump and lean ya
My b*tch is c*cked to bang men in Virginia
Don't make me run up on ya, put a few in ya
[Chorus]
n*ggAS!
Grip the iron and keep it c*cked
b*tchES!
Rub ya clit get that pus*y hot
'Cause it's all about the benjamins and nobody ain't doin' it like us come on what y'all want?
n*ggAS!
Grip the iron and keep it c*cked
b*tchES!
Rub ya clit keep that pus*y hot
'Cause it's all about sex, (yeah) money, and murder, b*tches (yeah) that burn ya, n*ggas with burners (yo)
c*cked and let go!

[Verse 3]
Murder's outlaw, that guess I get a city's a broads
So I push the Porsche Cayenne truck to court
Holla at the judge if the judge made a bad decision
I feel like the n*gga that triggerin' guns wit mittens
It's hard to get done, I'm hearin' that security runs
Around 30K, if they don't get hit wit a A.K
And found out that the security's runnin' another way
Like wit me, it's murder, probably
If I could drop it to manslaughter get a bail and flee
Call my down asses b*tch up, let her handle the cook ups
Snow cone the country leave no market untouched
Call me drugs if this is how they pushin' us rappers
But I don't do it 'cause I need it, I do it 'cause I want more
Definition is greed, I do it 'cause I want yours
And y'all n*ggas is teasin', y'all don't really want war
But if you really do, your gonna need a lot more
[Chorus: x2]
n*ggAS!
Grip the iron and keep it c*cked
b*tchES!
Rub ya clit get that pus*y hot
'Cause it's all about the benjamins and nobody ain't doin' it like us come on what y'all want?
n*ggAS!
Grip the iron and keep it c*cked
b*tchES!
Rub ya clit keep that pus*y hot
'Cause it's all about sex, money, and murder, b*tches that burn ya, n*ggas with burners
c*cked and let go!
n*ggAS!
Grip the iron and keep it c*cked
b*tchES!
Rub ya clit get that pus*y hot
'Cause it's all about the benjamins and nobody ain't doin' it like us come on what y'all want?
n*ggAS!
Grip the iron and keep it c*cked
b*tchES!
Rub ya clit keep that pus*y hot
'Cause it's all about sex, money, and murder, b*tches that burn ya, n*ggas with burners
c*cked and let go!

[Outro: Ja Rule]
Faggots, haha (Panna Banana what up)
Yeah (My n*gga holla)
Shout out my n*gga 01, (I see you n*gga) n*gga you know what I mean, my n*gga Black Child
Big Caddillac (Joe, what up n*gga)
My motherf*ckin' partner my brother, what up Gotti, you know how we gon' do these n*ggas (You know)
You ain't gotta pick up no mic either my n*gga (That's real)
I got this, I got these n*ggas Gotti (I got these n*ggas Gotti, I got these n*ggas Gotti)
Holla back n*gga
Ha ha ha ha (ha)
Yeah (Yeah)
Uh
My n*gga Burns in the buildin' (Everybody in the motherf*ckin' buildin')
Blow sumthin' up n*gga
Yeah