(feat. Fatal Hussein)

[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

I'm real advanced with that cock and blast

Cause the feds wont look back, for cleaning cash

What cashes we cleansing, it's all about the Benjamins, what

If it's dirty then we rincing it off

You niggaz don't give a fuck, mobbed up in H2s

Niggaz is tlaking shit, aw bitch, that's old news

They say I rap to rhythm and blues

But when I turn on the radio, I hear y'all niggaz rappin' it too

He's like "Baby can you give it to me"

Nah, I'ma give it to you

The same way that we gave it to Proof

The same way that we gave it to Loose

Put that bang, bang, bang to use nigga

Cause Rule's the truth nigga, for show

Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-uh-uh-oh

Hit 'em in retro, throwback like West 'Paul

Niggaz wanna ball, but can't on the West Coast

Dre Day's been dead a long time ago

Respect the IncRowRap-A-Lot collabo

Just know that you nigga ain't save on the globe

And while the world probes, I arrest verse I.N.C.

I'm still wishing y'all the R.I.P.

Can I Live, for I D.I.E.

I'm talkin', M.O.B, murder inc bosses

Count your losses



[Fatal Hussein]

Now before they start runnin' they lips

I thought I should warn these motherfuckers, there's a gun in this bitch

And I know he's got one