Uh-Ohhh! Lyrics

* first single

[Ja Rule] + (Lil Wayne)
Murder Inc. nigga
(Young Money just crept in like uh-ohhh!)
Em-pire, em-pire! Hehe, let's get 'em~!
Inc Gang nigga, young money Cash Money, collabo'
Listen, listen

[Chorus: Ja Rule]
To all my niggaz my bitches my bitches my niggaz my gangsters
Hoes, pimps, and pushers keep workin with it, we doin it
We gettin it, got money we takin it, got bitches we takin them
Empire just stepped in and they like
Uh-ohhh! Uh uh uh-ohhh! Uh-ohhh! Uh uh uh-ohhh!
Hitting the uh uh-ohhh! Uh-ohhh! Uh uh uh-ohhh!
Cause they know we gettin it, got money we takin it
Got bitches we takin them, Empire just stepped in (fuck niggaz!)

[Ja Rule]
Uh-ohhh! Uh uh uh-ohhh! Here I, go oh-oh-oh
It's the Rule nigga, you already know-oh
I'm gettin it, I don't gotta talk because I'm livin it
Money over bitches period, and I'm dead serious
These bitches is feminine
Nigga so I T-T-T-T-touch 'em up e'ry time I see 'em
Are you feelin it, it-it-it's comin through the barrel
of the fi-ih-ifth, out the sunroof of the si-ih-ix
Ih-ih-if, you willin to bear wit-ne-ess
How I take money, take bi-ih-itches, niggaz is
fascinated with the kid, love my style
Your bitch too'll be on the dick you let her come out
Quit handcuffin these hoes, my pi-ih-imp game proper
I'm a pis-tal popper, fuck around and get shot up
My niggaz all riders, our bitches all done up
Fuck~! I know y'all niggaz hate to love us; what
Ja Rule f/ Lil Wayne - Uh-Ohhh! - http://motolyrics.com/ja-rule-f-lil-wayne/uh-ohhh-lyrics.html
[Chorus] with Lil Wayne ad libs

[Lil Wayne]
Uh-ohh! You did it, now, you gotta get it
Weezy F is in yo' buildin, I will step, on yo' buildin
From the steps, of my buildin, raise hell, hell's risen
Call me young Raekwon, I'm a Chef in Hell's Kitchen
And flow, sweet as devil's food, I eat angels for dinner
Call me what'cha want, I don't give a finger in the middle
I'ma hold it down and blow up, the anchor is the missile
When I say we got them brrrrrrrrrr! I ain't tryin to whistle
Longbody Maybach, it make me feel so little
I'm ballin on the suckers and I won't pick up my dribble
Retarded on the beats, sick, I spit hospitals
And she couldn't stand under my umbrella if it drizzled
My pimp game proper, my inf' aim proper
So run and I will hit you like Jeremiah Trotter
Yessuh! Call me, young Carter
My leather so soft and I be stunt'n like my daughter
Ya dig?

[Ja Rule]
Yep yep, I d-d-d-d-dig it!
But our jewelry's so fri-di-di-di-digid, damn
How dare bitches look at Atkins, Carter and Crocker
Like we don't make that crack that get real butter
Did-did-did-did I stu-st-stah-stutter the first time nigga, nah
They like uh-ohhh! Uh uh uh-ohhh! This nigga's tr-uh-ouble
It's the Inc., nigga act like ya know-ow
Who's gettin it, livin this, gangster shit

[Chorus]

[Ja Rule] + (Lil Wayne)
Murder Inc. nigga
(Young Money just crept in like uh-ohhh!)
Em-pire, em-pire! Heh...