Ja Rule & Sizzla – The Crown
[Chorus 1 – Sizzla (Ja Rule)]
They can't keep a good man down (yeah)
All these people smile, but they won't me to frown
Getting by when I shot them nine rounds
They will never ever take my crown (let's get to the song)
Thinking they know, but no man will touch
Things getting better when I thought it would get worse
Here comes an officer who asking for a search
Found a weapon it's up to me to clap first
[Verse 1: Ja Rule]
I know y'all niggaz is second guessing the state I'm in
Bitch, I'm in to making hit records that spin like rims
So when "Flex" get it, he bomb it once, shit bomb it twice
New York city pop your thoughts, turn off your lights
And "50" you have it, cause when Rule spit to the masses
I got your attention like J-Lo's ass [By Narek aka N.A.R.E.K.]
[Jamaican Talking And Shot's Fired]
[Ja Rule Verse 2]
I know y'all niggaz is second guessing the state I'm in
Bitch, I'm in to making hit records that spin like rims
So when "Flex" get it, he bomb it once, shit bomb it twice
New York city pop your thoughts, turn off your lights
And "50" you have it, cause when Rule spit to the massed
I got your attention like J-Lo's ass
And if it's pussy we talking I come to smash them
Personal foul like Cole, when I sexual harass them
Cause bitches want you beat it with passion
Niggaz want to you to clip up and clap them
And hide the body like nothing happened
Niggaz need to get they money and stick to rapping
Or end up like one of the Jackson's beware of your actions
Cause you don't wanna meet that desert est
With that hair pin trigger so easy to squeeze
And no matter how you cut me I'm always chasse
Like "Black" said, It's a hundred niggaz, seventy degrees motherfucker
[Chorus]
[Ja Rule Verse 3]
You know they can't keep a real nigger down (no)
Not what they niggaz can even wash up it's federal
Coming and putting snitches on a pedestal, glorify
Had to put niggaz in jail for life, ain't no blood in they eye
But who, Ja' bless them with tha Sizzla touch
Thing's getting better when they thought it would get worse
I bomb first, and breath in the heat, knowing to hell I send them
And I ain't talking devils or demons, just be happy ya breathing
And cowards go to hiccupping and sneezing
Leaving every soul cold, and bodies never a day old
Driving down on a Yayo and dump it, like fuck it
Niggaz addict to hustling, no one can ever be trusted
who told the feds to rush ya
Why you fishing in darken looking for sharks to wise
Coast to coast man
Just look around Rule will never back down
And y'all can never ever take my crown (niggaz)
[Chorus Ja Talking (Till chorus fades)]
Yeah, Yeah, That's what the fuck I'm saying...
Talk to them baby
Tell theses niggaz, what these niggaz know?
You know niggaz, no man touch this motherfucker right here
(Ya hear me?)
Niggaz going in they dreams to fuck with me, b
Murder inc (shit)... Holler...
Murder inc... yeah... murder inc..
It's murder inc... we do this shit, we do this thing
This thing called... this thing we call drugs nigger
in the booth... lyrically
I get the job done you know me baby
Holler back, Rule
Send "The Crown" Ringtone to your Cell 
Correct these lyrics
[Chorus 1 – Sizzla (Ja Rule)]
They can't keep a good man down (yeah)
All these people smile, but they won't me to frown
Getting by when I shot them nine rounds
They will never ever take my crown (let's get to the song)
Thinking they know, but no man will touch
Things getting better when I thought it would get worse
Here comes an officer who asking for a search
Found a weapon it's up to me to clap first
[Verse 1: Ja Rule]
I know y'all niggaz is second guessing the state I'm in
Bitch, I'm in to making hit records that spin like rims
So when "Flex" get it, he bomb it once, shit bomb it twice
New York city pop your thoughts, turn off your lights
And "50" you have it, cause when Rule spit to the masses
I got your attention like J-Lo's ass [By Narek aka N.A.R.E.K.]
[Jamaican Talking And Shot's Fired]
[Ja Rule Verse 2]
I know y'all niggaz is second guessing the state I'm in
Bitch, I'm in to making hit records that spin like rims
So when "Flex" get it, he bomb it once, shit bomb it twice
New York city pop your thoughts, turn off your lights
And "50" you have it, cause when Rule spit to the massed
I got your attention like J-Lo's ass
And if it's pussy we talking I come to smash them
Personal foul like Cole, when I sexual harass them
Cause bitches want you beat it with passion
Niggaz want to you to clip up and clap them
And hide the body like nothing happened
Niggaz need to get they money and stick to rapping
Or end up like one of the Jackson's beware of your actions
Cause you don't wanna meet that desert est
With that hair pin trigger so easy to squeeze
And no matter how you cut me I'm always chasse
Like "Black" said, It's a hundred niggaz, seventy degrees motherfucker
[Chorus]
[Ja Rule Verse 3]
You know they can't keep a real nigger down (no)
Not what they niggaz can even wash up it's federal
Coming and putting snitches on a pedestal, glorify
Had to put niggaz in jail for life, ain't no blood in they eye
But who, Ja' bless them with tha Sizzla touch
Thing's getting better when they thought it would get worse
I bomb first, and breath in the heat, knowing to hell I send them
And I ain't talking devils or demons, just be happy ya breathing
And cowards go to hiccupping and sneezing
Leaving every soul cold, and bodies never a day old
Driving down on a Yayo and dump it, like fuck it
Niggaz addict to hustling, no one can ever be trusted
who told the feds to rush ya
Why you fishing in darken looking for sharks to wise
Coast to coast man
Just look around Rule will never back down
And y'all can never ever take my crown (niggaz)
[Chorus Ja Talking (Till chorus fades)]
Yeah, Yeah, That's what the fuck I'm saying...
Talk to them baby
Tell theses niggaz, what these niggaz know?
You know niggaz, no man touch this motherfucker right here
(Ya hear me?)
Niggaz going in they dreams to fuck with me, b
Murder inc (shit)... Holler...
Murder inc... yeah... murder inc..
It's murder inc... we do this shit, we do this thing
This thing called... this thing we call drugs nigger
in the booth... lyrically
I get the job done you know me baby
Holler back, Rule
Send "The Crown" Ringtone to your Cell Correct these lyrics
