What would you do if you could do the unbelievable? Once you rule the world every girl will want to be with you First, I get the money, then I get the
rule the world I'd love all the girls, I love 'em, love 'em, baby Black diamonds and pearls If I ruled the world I ruled the world, if I ruled the world
fashion on, I'm rocking 'em new Rasheeds I'ma finish ya, go in brother like Mr. Cee You could find me fucked up like the mice in cheese Life's a B,
that These are the men who lead the crime Families of america, I control 26,000 Men except for dope, we operate in all aspects Of organized crime and
Twisted yet methodical mind, not to mention Circus like atmosphere, story book upbringin' Neighborhood full of married couple who love swingin' Creature lived the life
This is a tale of a town with the population Of approximately two thousand people They small close in their community with crime And murder, we're virtually
Intro/chorus It goes: life, difficult times, and mad crimes Some pay the price, while others refine Blessed are those who struggle -- God loves you And
The night time is an ill time 'cause 'nuff crime Happens that never gets aired on the prime TV stations, public relations Gives the okay for what gets
of the class see my ass on the corner You ain't ate shit 'til y'all tasted life had my moms screaming "Jay don't waste your life" But me and my Ace is
when I was lookin' at y'all I get rap money, plus I'm in the hood wit dimes And I ain't got no felonies, I'm good wit crimes Not all dat wit macs, but
the tricks in the class see my ass on the corner You ain't ate shit 'till y'all tasted life Had my mom saying Jay don't waste your life But me and
t think I'm faking Mess around and get thier life taken and shaken You know the rule of thumb be Don't try to take nothing from me I rule it wit a street
Well nigga, me too" What the fuck, I'm callin' your bluff, niggas act like they stopped Makin' guns after they made yours I'm sponsored by the NRA, DOA rules
play so don't mistake me for no rap artist missin old dude is from the old school he abide by the old rules and our pro-tools, is 38 longs The crime rate
mirror in your eyes Every thing gots a price, but you got a price to pay I sold your life away, and so I slice away Dealin with your life I took your
disobey, the universe gets with you We would study giving so no one would steal And we would read each other's magnetic fields Petty crimes times petty crimes
closer to the point you can undress me Get skeezed, you nose will bleed, that's how they live life Prepare to feel the wrath of the giver of all life
Time to snap out of it, welcome to the real world My life like a Hitchcock flick, stick to the script If she can't stick to the script, stick to this