[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 Inc/Row/Rap-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 on his hip



                      But I got the drop, and outside, Rule got the Drops



                      All it takes is a cock and a pop



                      Money for bail, ain't seeing no more sales



                      Instead, I'm poppin' on Yahts



                      They told me J.Prince runnin' the south



                      And I'm beast from the east, that'll come and put a gun in your mouth



                      I got bricks for days, dicks to make a bitch behave



                      Had to baldhead my shit threw, had to switch the waves



                      Just that quick, slip and the mac spit, bladdat



                      Four up in they chest and reload while they back flip



                      We in this together, bad weather, rippin' the storm



                      They some dictionary rappers, they just spittin' the norm



                      You supposed to know the La Costra Nostra flow



                      I did it, cause I lived it, you can quote the flow



                      Hit your six up with sixteen in sixty seconds



                      Get your whips up, we split beams, keep fifty weapons



                      To you coppers that's posin' a threat



                      Fire up the air, wholes in the tec



                      to put a hole in your neck



                      See I rep for the four forty but I'm about the five



                      Ride by, blazin' out the five, nigga I'm so cool



                      Bitches say, Hizzy, you remind me of the old school



                      In the club posted, snatching hoes with no jewels



                      Nigga

                    [Ja Rule talking]



                      You know



                      As the world turns, these bitch niggaz is runnin'



                      and hiding and shit (You know these motherfuckers be ducking' hidin')



                      But I'm fucking chasin y'all faggots



                      All across the globe (Smashing they ass)



                      Out the back of BET, out the back of clubs



                      Nigga, you ain't POPPIn' BUB IN NO MOTHERFUCKIN' CLUBS, nowhere



                      NIGGA, BE HONEST WITH YOURSELF you FUCKING CLOWNs



                      You niggaz is fucking clowns, y'all ain't gonna nowhere



                      I'm right here, I'm right here, huntin' you'll motherfuckin'



                      Bitch ass niggaz down, it's a wrap niggaz, it's a wrap niggaz



                      it's a wrap niggaz, it's a wrap niggaz



                      A yo, this nigga, this nigga runnin' around talkin' about



                    "I got shot nine times, I got shot"



                      Want everybody to be motherfuckin' sympathetic



                      A yo 50, pull your skirt down B,



                      A yo, Niggaz get shot everday b, you tough? HAHAHA



                      Yeah ... Murder Inc shit . . . bitch ass nigga



                      WE OUT