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Ja Rule - Last of the Mohicans (feat. Black Child)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ja Rule
Ja Rule
Vocals
Black Child
Black Child
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeffrey Atkins
Jeffrey Atkins
Songwriter
Andre Parker
Andre Parker
Songwriter
Irving Lorenzo
Irving Lorenzo
Songwriter
Ramel Gill
Ramel Gill
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chink Santana
Chink Santana
Producer
Irv Gotti
Irv Gotti
Producer
Milwaukee Buck
Milwaukee Buck
Recording Engineer
Terry 'T-Mac' Herbert
Terry 'T-Mac' Herbert
Assistant Recording Engineer
Ken "Supa Engineer" Duro
Ken "Supa Engineer" Duro
Mixing Engineer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah
Last of the Mohicans, man
Let's  go
You'll never take me alive
I'd like to introduce you all to somebody
Somebody very dear
[Verse 2]
I'm here to put you all through pressure like nobody ever
'Cause every time I shoot nothin' but four and better
And them slugs get heada your way, any day, fella
'Cause when murder reigns you gonna need umbrellas
Kevlar and a whole lotta gun runners
You hotdog ****, hide your relish, ain't shit to tell us
I keep the army, and they stay armed up
Best stay the fuck from round me
Unless your desire leads you to touch the dream
I be in back of the back, AG on the jeans
Hit the button to the left and you can see how it leans
This thang is like an airplane you park in the streets
[Verse 3]
Mean, it's so vicious, call me young, all the wishes
'Cause I wished for it all, beg the Lord for forgiveness
'Cause I sin, I'm a sinner but I win, I'm a winner
I'm runnin' the marathon and y'all **** are sprinters
I exercise more mental and massage my fingers
I'm lookin' forward to bangin' out start to finish
Give me a minute, let me explain why most **** is timid
They runnin' round with good bodies and no hearts in 'em
Makin' it easy for a **** to get 'em, expose 'em
Witness rule, the chosen, man, who spit it the coldest
Load up his ten shot till y'all **** the hole-est
I'm a God send, **** better act like they know this, motherfucka
[Verse 4]
Your game ain't nothin' but smoke and mirrors
Y'all clowns can't be serious
Many has tried but y'all can't kill us
We still livin' this real vivid, we real ****
Your game ain't nothin' but smoke and mirrors
We ain't never scared, I hope all y'all hear us
Many has tried but y'all can't kill us
We still livin' this real vivid, we kill killers
[Verse 5]
The world is blind so now I gotta spit it in braille
That raw cooked up flow you can put in the scales
So when **** start dyin', can't nobody tell
It's just an overdose injection of that braille
Rule, when I come through, can't nobody move me
I'm exclusive, cop some new shit every Tuesday
Excuse me, bitch, I'm one of a kind
When I die, study my mind and dupe the design
[Verse 6]
Now I'm inclined, people say that I'm ahead of my time
Whoever said that, they musta had they nose on the line
I'm not even in my prime yet, a veteran
In this motherfuckin' rap shit, what religion you practice?
Episcopal, Baptist, or Catholic?
I can't really say I'm religious and to that I'ma witness
But I'm spiritual, that's why I keep the Lord in the picture
.40 Cal in the seven forty, I laugh at ****
[Verse 7]
That wanna get buried in cemeteries next to they bitches
And get thrown with bricks  tied to they Lebrons
The game we play is chess, them **** is pawns
Y'all the first pieces we take off the board
Because I'm a king that's from Queens
And then it's the whole regime, better known as the team
Big shout to my ****, Preme
It ain't nothin' illegal about keepin' your cash clean
When you sellin' millions of records and send me some jeans
Motherfucka
[Verse 8]
Your game ain't nothin' but smoke and mirrors
And y'all clowns can't be serious
Many has tried but y'all can't kill us
We still livin' this real vivid, we real ****
Your game ain't nothin' but smoke and mirrors
We ain't never scared, I hope all y'all hear us
Many has tried but y'all can't kill us
We still livin' this real vivid, we kill killers
[Verse 9]
Yeah, you know
Uh, what y'all don't know?
There's nothin' real about these **** in this game
This is it, Murder Inc, ****
You lookin' at 'em, the realest muthafuckin' **** in the game
You starin' at 'em
Ain't no need to look nowhere else, it's murder, ****
Holla, we ridin', you know
Come on, ****, it's danger
It's danger, we gonna party and bullshit, ha
What up to my ****, Merc
[Verse 10]
Big caddy
My ****, Black Child
Rest in peace
To our motherfuckin' soldier up in heaven
My **** D.O Cannons, Do Cannons
We see you, ****, we love you, ****
Shadow, I see you, ****
We gon' pour out a lil' liquor for you too, ****
We gon' pour out a lil' liquor, we gon' have some fun
We gon' ride this motherfucka out
It's murda
Real talk, ****
We in the building
Written by: Andre Parker, Irving Lorenzo, Jeffrey Atkins, LORENZO IRVING DOMINGO, R. Gill
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