Blood In My Eye lyrics

[Intro Hussein Fatal]
And what ever it is then that's what is gonna be nigga
Hussein Fatal, the outlaw don, "Blood In My Eyes"
Shyea', Triple O stand up, Got your mind's back right
Jerse's mobbin' these cowards all the time
You know gunning them down, Every thing like that
Smooth stayin' forty below on these cowards, early nigga
Outlaw status only got these niggaz on freeze

[Intro - Ja Rule]
Yeah, yeah.. haha yeah!
I gotta get my headphones
All my gangsta niggaz is in the building on this one!
You know! Yeah yeah ya know
It's real!! Hussein what's happ'nin nigga?
I see you, aight Shadow what's poppin BLAT!!
Haha haha, yeah my nigga O-1 in the motherfucking house
Jody in the house (Jody Mack!)
My nigga Cadillac, Gotti what up!?!
Blackchild what up!?!

[Intro Hussein Fatal]
[Intro Ja rule]
It's Murda... (ha ha ha)
It's Murda... we back up in this muthafucka!
It's Murda... y'all know who we be
Yeah, aiyyo don't let me catch ya runnin from the back of BET either nigga
(my nigga Fatal on tha muthafuckin ones and twos)
Holla back you bitch ass niggaz

[Verse 1 Ja Rule]
Yo, cock sucka', I get squat and post and cocked tha nina'

Machine talking]

1st message, Tuesday 2:13 p.m.

[Kay Slay]
Yo, it's the drama king nigga, you true for true my nigga,
That change gon' come soon, problem,
that shit is a real fuckin problem,
thats a hot record though word up 1

[Intro - Ja Rule - talking]
Yeah ... ha, uh huh
You know how we do (we're gonna do how we do)
Uh, uh, yo my nigga Cad what's hangin nigga (gangsta shit)
Nigga Terry what's goin on nigga
Let me talk to 'em for a minute (Murder Inc. bosses in the building)
Yeah, haha

[Chorus]
Niggas! Grip the iron and keep it cocked
Bitches! Work your clit keep that pussy hot

Yeah, yeah, uh huh
Race against time, ha part two
You know, haha,
Uh, c'mon
Yeah, yeah, yeah, haha
Nothin like the future

[Verse 1]
Guess who's back to personify money, power, and bitches
But when bitches been gettin money, that when shit get ridiculous
I'm hittin switches like six fo's, bouncin and leanin
The west coast seemin, keep the fo' fo' demon
And the rock is all stashed up

[Chorus 1 Sizzla] [Ja Ad'Lib]
They can't keep a good man down (yeah)
All these people smile, but they won't me to frown
Gettin' by when I shot 'em nine rounds
They will never ever take my crown (let's get to the song)

Thinkin they know, but no man will touch
Things gettin' better when I thought it would get worse
Here comes an officer who askin' for a search

[Intro - Hussein Fatal - talking]
[woman - harmonizing in background]
Yeah my nigga Rule, Hussein Fatal
The outlaw don in this piece motherfucker
I want to welcome y'all niggaz back to the streets (it's alright!)
You's confused for a minute but here we are
My nigga Cad in this motherfucker
I got my niggaz man, them bricks (finish bitch!)
Ride out nigga
Uh, yeah

[Ja Rule]
Buck 89 on the boards . . . what up Buck
Word to God, Hussein, what up nigga
Haha, life is good . . . a yo
It's a reality that . . . all the real niggaz
Have to smash on the bitch niggas
And you know I like to call this The Wrap, hehe, yeah, uh, yeah

[Verse]
It's a Wrap and any men that don't wanna get clapped
Better not violate the camp, get shot down by chance

[Verse 1: Ja Rule]
First off the snitch and that identity he claim
Fuck Dre partial, and emineim
Plus the world heard it before, they tired of them
And they waiting for that thug shit from Rule' again
And Proof can bomb Proof your hummer then
Put a vest on yourself and your chilld-ren
Teacher be scared of death of them muderin'
Niggaz that like to put holes through chins'

I know y'all niggaz is second guessin' the state I'm in

Bitch, I'm in to makin' hit records that spin like rims

So when "Flex" get it, he bomb it once, shit bomb it twice

New York city pop your thoughts, turn off your lights

And "50" you has it, cause when Rule' spit to the masses
I got yo attention like J-Lo's ass

[Jamacian Talking And Shot's Fired]

hello, hello people out there in the world of America,
This is your host, Bobby Creep.
I'm here with my special edition, of the lifestyle's of the
scared, and famous.I'm here with the worlds most scariest rapper: 50 cent!
He's here with 6 bodyguards,and he has a bulletproof humbee, humvee Excuse Humbee for bompfroof that is.

(feat. Shadow, Sekou 720, & Black Child)

[Intro - Shadow - talking]
Geah, Lou turn it up a little bit nigga
(rowdy I see you nigga)
Yeah (Queens)
Yo this Shadow in this motherfucker (holla)
Representin Hoodstock (Hussein)
The Stock Family nigga (yeah)
Haha, and its a motherfuckin takeover (geah, Ferrari Black)
We invested in the hood nigga in a lot of different ways

[Verse 1: Ja Rule]

First off fuck the snitch and that identity he claim

Fuck Dre partial, and eminem

Plus the world heard it before, they tired of them

And they waiting for that thug shit from Rule' again
And Proof can bomb Proof your hummer then

Put a vest on yourself and your chilld-ren

Teacher be scared of death of them muderin'

Niggaz that like to put holes through chins'

ja rule)
Yeah(yeah)I feel the reign coming down on me,shh,
When the sun gonna shine,My lord
Somebody help my soul
Chrous-(girl)
I think the reign is calling murder
I think the reign is calling murderrr
I think the reign is calling murder
i think the reign is calling murderrr
verse1-(Ja rule)
Dear lord can you hear my pain
if you cant its alright,cuz im a live my life