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Ja Rule - Bout My Business (ft. Caddillac Tah, Black Child & Young Merc)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ja Rule
Ja Rule
Vocals
7
7
All Instruments
Anthony Mazza
Anthony Mazza
Guitar
Ashanti
Ashanti
Vocals
Black Child
Black Child
Vocals
Caddillac Tah
Caddillac Tah
Vocals
Paul Bushnell
Paul Bushnell
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ramel Gill
Ramel Gill
Songwriter
Tiheem Crocker
Tiheem Crocker
Songwriter
Irving Lorenzo
Irving Lorenzo
Songwriter
Ja Rule
Ja Rule
Songwriter
Seven Aurelius
Seven Aurelius
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
G. Marchese
G. Marchese
Mixing Engineer
Irv Gotti
Irv Gotti
Producer
Milwaukee Buck
Milwaukee Buck
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yo
It's like
**** just ain't
Doing it how we doing it
You know what I mean, sev?
IG
[Verse 2]
Murder Inc.
Taking flight
We go hard
Better get it right
Murder Inc.
Taking flight
We go hard
Better get it right
[Verse 3]
Player not for nothin' I spit fo
And leave a **** bent up for sure, get low
Only got love for gangsta **** (get dough)
That's for all the hatin' **** waitin' to see me go down to the bottom
Chop up the crack, playin' the blocks and still wouldn't matter
Push the rock well like Stockton (Paper chasing, chasing acres)
Operation get rich, take money over a bitch
You see me move low in the six and magazines a flicks
Playin' hard in the porch, plush
Young thuggin' and bossed up, golf touch
Touch **** clutchin' what they know they bustin'
We can do whatever, whenever ****, really is nothing
Murder killa, we crush 'em, shit
Got the industry on Ramadan
While we celebrate tastin' bottles of Perignon
So for life it's murder, ice and burners
Stack and trucks, we after bucks, motherfucker
[Verse 4]
Murder Inc. is the underdog, it's a blessing to ball
We learn a lesson from y'all, how not to fall
Black Child will body a beat this is airway robbery
When Murder Inc. drop albums, that's when gangstas party
What you know about Ferrari?
Or Cadillac Escalade, or bitches on ecstasy? (Sexy)
Eat, sleep, eat and watch freaks eat freaks
Throw it up, put it down for the streets
Who wouldn't fall in love with a life like this?
Hittin' hoes, that's priceless, in tight icebergs, shit
You can blame the drugs, it ain't gonna change the slugs
A famous thug, pain is love
[Verse 5]
Murder Inc.
Taking flight
We go hard
Better get it right
Murder Inc.
Taking flight
We go hard
Better get it right
[Verse 6]
Who would've thought we get away with manslaughter
Have numerous cars, cribs off the water
A playa no longer, life's getting shorter
Tired of hoes taking offers instead of orders
The Rule don't condone this
'Cause in the late '60s, man, this fur game's flawless
Until blow got on the rise
Them old Jacks was slinging pies in bell bottoms and buttonflies
But now, pop yo collars, blow set for sag
And we still fly birds, LAX to Lag
They roll Caddies with white walls, we ride Benz with mags
Still the goal remains the same, dodge from feds
YD to OG, the game chose me
R-U-L-E the Inc. and IG
We never gon' break free from this life we live as thugs
Pain is love, it's murder
[Verse 7]
Murder Inc.
Taking flight
We go hard
Better get it right
Murder Inc.
Taking flight
We go hard
Better get it right
[Verse 8]
You see the life we live, we on the murderous shit
And every time we breathe, it's Murder I-N-C
You know it's love to thug 'cause thug is in our blood
And how we take this shit, stay on that gangsta shit
[Verse 9]
You see the life we live, we on the murderous shit
And every time we breathe, it's Murder I-N-C
You know it's love to thug 'cause thug is in our blood
And how we take this shit, stay on that gangsta shit
[Verse 10]
Stay on that gangsta shit, stay on that gangsta shit
See what we do when we do what we do when we do it
Stay on that gangsta shit
Written by: Irving Lorenzo, Jeffrey Atkins, Marcus Vest, Ramel Gill, Tiheem Crocker
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