Emerica

[Newsman]<br>Extra, extra<br>Extra, extra<br>Hear all about it<br>Ja Rule has just been elected the President...<br>Of the united ghetto`s of Emerica<br>And this is what he had to say at presstime<br>At press time this is what Ja Rule had to say<br>America...<br><br>[Chorus 2X: Ja Rule]<br>Welcome to Emerica<br>(Don`t hate me) Cuz I done made this world what it`s gon be<br>Welcome to Emerica<br>(Don`t hate me)Cuz I done made this world what it`s done to me<br><br>[Ja Rule]<br>Niggaz, if I could pledge my allegiance to the, United Ghettoes<br>of the Emerica, go on sell ya drugs<br>Cuttin taxes for strippers and thugs<br>It`s all good, room for mayor in all hood and as well I should<br>I make it publicly desmist understood<br>When they caught me gettin high in the back of the ho-tel<br>Was you freakin them ho`s?<br>Well, I just say I was gettin a lil head but so what<br>Bill and Hillery stay for them stills<br>That`s a down ass bitch for ya<br>Wash em with some soap and water<br>And return them dirty bra`s to their rightful owner<br>Now that`s creep shit<br>One over one, I got this broad on the one-o-one<br>She`s botherin, so don`t even come up in here<br>Cuz shes contious, no nonsense<br>She like to choke on the dick, and the lungs on the constant<br>Gettin the W1`s you church girl<br>Proda stant, it`s aiight ma you rollin wit the Inc.<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Young Life]<br>Yeah I`m here can you tell?<br>Mo` niggaz livin, livin in ??? in Emerica<br>I`m never gonna feel, Nigga I`m tellin ya<br>Young Life is a compeditor<br>And is into real my niggaz headed up hill<br>I`m lettin you know shit`s real<br>I came into the game copped a deal<br>Aimin to get this shit still<br>It ain`t been a minute I ain`t been high<br>And I haven`t handled my buisness<br>How I been fuckin you bitches right<br>Yeah you witnesses my life<br>Imperial night, in the ghetto holdin my medal tight<br>Still, in Emerica<br>Remilitary is terror nigga holds his medal<br>Of his never be availible<br>That easy I`m a editor, restin up with the best of em<br>Minds of them bitches that stress givin em hard sex<br>I`m set for life, the lightin ho`s that write<br>And hit the mic, not over night<br>You get the gift to be the best of something like<br>(Enough in Emerica) Young Life is comin home<br>Motherfuckers prepare to die<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Chink Santana]<br>Niggaz hit that crack houses hustlers and hoes<br>No youngins up on the corners nigga smokin them bones<br>I`m rattin away wit knots comin up, what`s no pills?<br>That`s why they`ll find your ass slumped in the blacks of ville<br>But still, I spot that paper Jo, Blowin my weed<br>And ain`t a thing a mother need is gotta be me<br>But now days these lil youngins rollin on E<br>And a nigga that supplyin that is who runs the streets<br>Now look, this ain`t no crack day<br>I gotsa come up on the stash and get back man<br>Cuz I done witness all this shit that they say them ho`s do<br>Fuckin wit X, like finger fuckin that hot glock<br>While she swallow her tit<br>But real, there nigga want his dick sucked?<br>Bitches is why bitches turn that rehold into a intrick (It`s pimp shit)<br>No limp dick, just a gangsta fuck<br>Why the murder put some major bust biatch<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>Welcome to Emerica...