Ja Rule - Emerica lyrics

"Emerica"
(feat. Chink Santana, Young Life)

[Newsman]
Extra, extra
Extra, extra
Hear all about it
Ja Rule has just been elected the President...
Of the united ghetto´s of Emerica
And this is what he had to say at presstime
At press time this is what Ja Rule had to say
America...

[Chorus 2X: Ja Rule]
Welcome to Emerica
(Don´t hate me) Cuz I done made this world what it is gon be
Welcome to Emerica
(Don´t hate me) Cuz I done made this world what it is done to me

[Ja Rule]
Niggaz, if I could pledge my allegiance to the, United Ghettoes
of the Emerica, go on sell ya drugs
Cuttin taxes for strippers & thugs
It is all good, room for mayor in all hood & as well I should
I make it publicly desmist understood
When they caught me gettin high in the back of the ho-tel
Was you freakin them ho´s?
Well, I just say I was gettin a lil head but so what
Bill & Hillery stay for them suntils
That is a down ass bitch for ya
Wash ´em with some soap & water
And return them dirty bra´s to their rightful owner
Now that is creep shit
One over one, I got this broad on the one-o-one
She has botherin, so don´t even come up in here
Cuz shes contious, no nonsense
She like to choke on the dick, & the lungs on the constant
Gettin the W1´s you church girl
Proda stant, it is aiight ma you rollin wit the Inc.

[Chorus]

[Young Life]
Yea I am here can you tell?
Mo´ niggaz livin, livin in ?? in Emerica
I am never going to feel, Nigga I am tellin ya
Young Life´s a compeditor
And is into real my niggaz headed up hill
I am lettin you know shit is real
I came into the game copped a deal
Aimin to get this shit suntil
It aint been a minute I aint been high
And I´ven´t handled my buisness
How I been f*ckin you bitches right
Yea you witnessin´ my life
Imperial night, in the ghetto holdin my medal tight
Suntil, in Emerica
Remilitary is terror nigga holds his medal
Of his never be availible
That easy I am a editor, restin up with the best of em
Minds of them bitches that stress givin ´em hard sex
I am set for life, the lightin ho´s that write
And hit the mic, not over night
You get the gift to be the best of smth like
(Enough in Emerica) Young Life´s comin home
Motherf*ckers prepare to die

[Chorus]

[Chink Santana]
Niggaz hit that crack houses hustlers & hoes
No youngins up on the corners nigga smokin them bones
I am rattin away wit knots comin up, what´s no pills?
That is why they will find your ass slumped in the blacks of ville
But suntil, I spot that paper Jo, Blowin my weed
And aint a thing a mother need is have got to be me
But now days these lil youngins rollin on E
And a nigga that supplyin that´s who runs the streets
Now look, this aint no crack day
I gotsa come up on the stash & get back man
Cuz I done witness all this shit that they say them ho´s do
F*ckin wit X, like finger f*ckin that hot glock
While she swallow her tit
But real, there nigga want his dick sucked?
Bitches is why bitches turn that rehold into a intrick (It is pimp shit)
No limp dick, just a gangsta f*ck
Why the murder put some major bust... biatch!

[Chorus]

Welcome to Emerica...

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