Exodus (outro) Lyrics - Exodus - Ja Rule

In case you don't know the call me Loc, short for L O K I 

I'm speck for rule saying his last goodbye 

This is Exodus, this been a hell of a ride 

From Vinni Venni Vicci to Blood In His Eye 

In the next plan in time I've seen the rock split 

In the ride it?s as rough as the ride gets 

And you know that they all want to murder The Inc 

But they can't kill us and now we got to finish these niggaz 

And if finish it means murder 

(Murder, murder, murder) 

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So be it 

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Last that I recall, they tried to murder the God mimic my style 

Then leave them in memory of 

But smile, some memories lost, the new identity was born 

And no, this ain't a movie, dog 

This is murder 

(Murder, murder, murder) 

And you need a second for me 

Yo Gotti, I make the hits, you just give me the nod 

But the air play the gun, play from New York to L.A. 

The S.K's will make these niggaz spin like Pirelli's 

We had some good years but I'm tired and ya niggaz despierin' 

And trying to put the dalce to the fire, it?s like an episode of the wire 

The only difference is the vengeance is taking us in real life 

Now, everybody wanna look at us and think twice 

And point there fucking fingers like damn the bad guys 

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why?all nigga?s don't know, we them niggaz, man 

Murder INC we done bin through it all done n seen it all 

There ain't nothin' you can tell me, nigga 

I just wanna let y'all know man I've been through so many things 

N if it wasn't for the way I live life 

Would a nigga pray every night to Christ? 

Jesus I'm just asking 

'Coz my prayers never seem to get answered 

Ma mama didn't raise no bastard 

I was born with the talent you can't touch 

I call magic, you call it music once it get remastered 

I got with Gotti started makin' classics 

It?s murder, it?s the courses of traffic 

Trust was my only niggaz force of habit 

At the time in the game everything was average 

Pac catches die, big catches die 

And my nigga had a plan to keep Def Jam alive 

First he sign D then he sign me 

Then he introduced Jay and the rest is history 

Thanks for the memories, thanks for the misery 

Reminiscin' the Spike Lee them was the school days 

We graduated with A's 

But these niggaz make you wanna bring out the are's and AK's 

And till they back up 'coz that what they gave us 

When they read the vendikas and various papers 

But no heart, no foul y'all, niggaz is funny style anyway 

Now, we go hard shit till the edge 

that's a good question though, see I don't understand 

Why they would think what they thinking about 

It's just not the case though I love my niggaz that's all I'm guilty of 

And that all that I ever was guilty of is the love for my niggaz 

It's all good though I ain't stressing that shit man 

Sometimes God has to put you through things 

That bring out the best, very in who you are nigga 

Sam said it to me, he said, "Sometimes greatness 

Is not what you accomplish, it's what you overcome" 

Still breathin', feel me?