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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ja Rule
Ja Rule
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Irving Lorenzo
Irving Lorenzo
Songwriter
Kendred Smith
Kendred Smith
Songwriter
Brian Casey
Brian Casey
Songwriter
J.Atkins
J.Atkins
Songwriter
Phalon Alexander
Phalon Alexander
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Irv Gotti
Irv Gotti
Producer
Milwaukee Buck
Milwaukee Buck
Recording Engineer
Terry Herbert
Terry Herbert
Assistant Recording Engineer
Gavin Johnston
Gavin Johnston
Assistant Recording Engineer
Brian Springer
Brian Springer
Mixing Engineer
Jimi Kendrix
Jimi Kendrix
Producer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah (yeah)...Yeah (yeah). You Know (you know)...Lets (lets)...Go (go)...(laughter) Yeah (yeah)...Yeah... WHUTS MY NAME?! They cool but they ain't R.U.L.E. They do, but dont do it like me Nobody, nobody, Does it Like R.U.L.E. They do but dont do it like me Nobody, nobody, Does it Like R.U.L.E. Nobodys livin life the way that I live it Nobodys spittin and doin it, I spit it But who fuckin admitted I'm one of the bigger biggest of niggaz that done did it Been hated and delt wit it, when agents tap in my lyrics So by the time that they hear it, the crime's already committed Natural Born Killa, but that I'm already and then Murdah was the case, but I-N-C's been aquitted The Agency's gettin livid, They wanted us to be finished But we got unfinished business, Sned God as my witness This is another testimony to my life and my story Askin you hoes, Why should I talk when I got guns to speak for me Dont come at me homie, Especially tryin to act like you know me Only if you can control me, Know where you been choosen befor me To sit in ya grave, homie dig it, I'm hearin its lonely, But see Nobody... Does it... Like Me! And they know it they cant spit it the same But still they try, cuz thats part of the game, WHUTS MY NAME?! These niggaz incredible, throughout the ghettos of America People, see these window I see through Off they mirror they evil, jealous bullshit that men do Had I known it was you, there'd be no clue on who done killed you Like when Kane murdahd Able, Niggaz must have been able To put caine through they nasals, They so high they see angels I see life from all angels, tangled, webs and weaves Now niggaz is able to kill like Kane all over the streets 100 degrees Ferenheite, hot as the hottest summer night Heatin up desperatly in the need of some ice, I'm nice Nobodys quite like, flow like rare blood types I be wrong if I'm right, right if I'm wrong, I was the RULE born When my legacy is left through my boys maiden name live on RULE Niggaz is foolish tryin to do whut I do, Cuz see Nobody... Does it... Like me! And they know it they cant do it the same But still they try, cuz thats part of the game WHUT MY NAME?!
Writer(s): Jeffrey B. Atkins, Irving Domingo Lorenzo, Phalon Anton Alexander, Brian D. Casey, Brandon D. Casey, Kendred T. Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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