Emerica Lyrics - The Last Temptation - Ja Rule

[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) 'cause I done made this world what it's gon be 

Welcome to Emerica 

(Don't hate me) 'cause I done made this world what it's done to me 

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[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 and thugs 

It's all good, room for mayor in all hood and 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 and Hillery stay for them stills 

That's a down ass bitch for ya 

Wash em with some soap and water 

And return them dirty bra's to their rightful owner 

Now that's creep shit 

One over one, I got this broad on the one-o-one 

She's botherin, so don't even come up in here 

'cause she's contious, no nonsense 

She like to choke on the dick, and the lungs on the constant 

Gettin the W1's you church girl 

Proda stant, it's aiight ma you rollin wit the Inc. 

Photos 

[Chorus] 

[Young Life] 

Yeah I'm here can you tell? 

Mo' niggaz livin, livin in ?? in Emerica 

I'm never gonna feel, Nigga I'm tellin ya 

Young Life is a compeditor 

And is into real my niggaz headed up hill 

I'm lettin you know shit's real 

I came into the game copped a deal 

Aimin to get this shit still 

It ain't been a minute I ain't been high 

And I haven't handled my business 

How I been fuckin you bitches right 

Yeah you witnesses my life 

Imperial night, in the ghetto holdin my medal tight 

Still, in Emerica 

Remilitary is terror nigga holds his medal 

Of his never be availible 

That easy I'm a editor, restin up with the best of em 

Minds of them bitches that stress givin em hard sex 

I'm 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 something like 

(Enough in Emerica) Young Life is comin home 

Motherfuckers prepare to die 

[Chorus] 

[Chink Santana] 

Niggaz hit that crack houses hustlers and hoes 

No youngins up on the corners nigga smokin them bones 

I'm rattin away wit knots comin up, what's no pills? 

That's why they'll find your ass slumped in the blacks of ville 

But still, I spot that paper Jo, Blowin my weed 

And ain't a thing a mother need is gotta be me 

But now days these lil youngins rollin on E 

And a nigga that supplyin that is who runs the streets 

Now look, this ain't no crack day 

I gotsa come up on the stash and get back man 

'cause I done witness all this shit that they say them ho's do 

Fuckin wit X, like finger fuckin 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's pimp shit) 

No limp dick, just a gangsta fuck 

Why the murder put some major bust biatch 

[Chorus] 

Welcome to Emerica...