(feat. Chink Santana, Young Life)

[Newsman]

Extra, extra
Extra, extra
Hear all about it

Ja Rule has just been elected the President...
Of the united ghetto's of Emerica
And this is what he had to say at presstime

At press time this is what Ja Rule had to say
America...


[Chorus 2X: Ja Rule]
Welcome to Emerica
(Don't hate me) Cuz I done made this world what it's gon be

Welcome to Emerica
(Don't hate me) Cuz I done made this world what it's done to me


[Ja Rule]
^!$$%z, if I could pledge my allegiance to the, United Ghettoes
of the Emerica, go on sell ya drugs

Cuttin taxes for strippers and thugs
It's all good, room for mayor in all hood and as well I should
I make it publicly desmist understood

When they caught me gettin high in the back of the ho-tel
Was you freakin them ho's?
Well, I just say I was gettin a lil head but so what

Bill and Hillery stay for them stills
That's a down $$# (*##$ for ya
Wash em with some soap and water

And return them dirty bra's to their rightful owner
Now that's creep %#@!
One over one, I got this broad on the one-o-one

She's botherin, so don't even come up in here
Cuz shes contious, no nonsense
She like to choke on the dick, and the lungs on the constant

Gettin the W1's you church girl
Proda stant, it's aiight ma you rollin wit the Inc.


[Chorus]

[Young Life]

Yeah I'm here can you tell?
Mo' ^!$$%z livin, livin in ?? in Emerica
I'm never gonna feel, ^!$$% I'm tellin ya

Young Life is a compeditor
And is into real my ^!$$%z headed up hill
I'm lettin you know %#@!'s real

I came into the game copped a deal
Aimin to get this %#@! still
It ain't been a minute I ain't been high

And I haven't handled my buisness
How I been $#&@in you (*##$es right
Yeah you witnesses my life

Imperial night, in the ghetto holdin my medal tight
Still, in Emerica
Remilitary is terror ^!$$% holds his medal

Of his never be availible
That easy I'm a editor, restin up with the best of em
Minds of them (*##$es that stress givin em hard sex

I'm set for life, the lightin ho's that write
And hit the mic, not over night
You get the gift to be the best of something like

(Enough in Emerica) Young Life is comin home
Mother$#&@ers prepare to die


[Chorus]

[Chink Santana]

^!$$%z hit that crack houses hustlers and hoes
No youngins up on the corners ^!$$% smokin them bones
I'm rattin away wit knots comin up, what's no pills?

That's why they'll find your $$# slumped in the blacks of ville
But still, I spot that paper Jo, Blowin my weed
And ain't a thing a mother need is gotta be me

But now days these lil youngins rollin on E
And a ^!$$% that supplyin that is who runs the streets
Now look, this ain't no crack day
I gotsa come up on the stash and get back man
Cuz I done witness all this %#@! that they say them ho's do

$#&@in wit X, like finger $#&@in that hot glock
While she swallow her tit
But real, there ^!$$% want his dick sucked?
(*##$es is why (*##$es turn that rehold into a intrick (It's pimp %#@!)
No limp dick, just a gangsta $#&@

Why the murder put some major bust biatch

[Chorus]

Welcome to Emerica...