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JA RULE lyrics : "The Manual"

[Ja Rule]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You talk too much %#@!

You know ^!$$%z always talkin bout (*##$es ain't %#@!
Money over (*##$es
But give all our money to the (*##$es any $#&@in way

(I love my (*##$) So I'ma send some love out
to the (*##$es, holla


[Verse One]
%#@!, here's somethin to remember
When we met that day in September

But, you've been gone since November
Had to finish out yo' last college semester
Her major - brokerage investor

She probably go broke tryin to invest her
time and money in somethin that she call love
Cause, she love $#&@in with thug ^!$$%z

That alwasy get high and had to be drug dealers
Eventually, she hooked up with some hood (*##$es
The hood (*##$es turned her on to strippin

Now the, gettin is good and it's well understood
That money on the wood can make things get harder
Be glad I'm not a pimp, if I was I'd charge ya

But for all that you go through, just thought I'd let you know
Hoes need love too, I'm $#&@in witchu


[Chorus: Ja Rule]
^!$$%z need to read the man-u-al
To seperate your housewife from a hoe

Cause there's no rules to this %#@! here
Am I makin myself clear?
What she don't know won't hurt her y'all

So keep big pimpin on the low
Cause there's no rules to what I do
And I know, hoes need love too


[Verse Two]
You know what they say right? (*##$es ain't %#@!

And all men are dogs cause we just wanna $#&@
Sundown to sun up, one up on a hoe
I might go down on the low, that's just me though

From L-A-X to Heathrow, I'm one of them ^!$$%z
that really doesn't need no, introduction
When I met her she was "Girl, Interrupted"

Grew up became a woman not to be trusted
Frustrated and flustered, living amongst
these thieves hoes and hustlers, I'm diggin what's next

She had a studio apartment in the projects
With her and her girl from D.C. used to bus checks
And hold the !@%!e, her ^!$$%z ain't sold yet

In hopes the copes don't know about all this
Shiiiiit, for all that you go through
Just wanna let you know, hoes need love too


[Chorus]


[Verse Three]
Fake nails, fake breasts, fake eyes too
It's oh-four, and that's kinda what we used to

But you don't holla back like you used to, but I ain't mad at cha
I'm happy for a (*##$, even if I can't have her
I remember when you was down in Atlanta

Workin gentlemen's clubs and you didn't even know what a gentlemen was
Forty to love and I wanna serve
That body like Serena's with less curves

But actions speak louder than words, and you gettin your money
Mami every month, 15th and 1st
%#@! could be worse, you could be in the struggle

Or born with no $$# and have nothin to hustle
Go on flex your muscle, cause that ain't the case is it?
Go on get your paper keep flossin on these (*##$es

Cause for all that you go through
Just thought I'd let you know, hoes need love too, I'm $#&@in witchu


[Chorus - repeat 2X]

[Ja Rule]
Ha ha ha, yeah, Rule

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