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letra de the manual - ja rule


[ja rule]
yeah, yeah, yeah
you talk too much sh-t
you know n-gg-z always talkin bout b-tches ain’t sh-t
money over b-tches
but give all our money to the b-tches any f-ckin way
(i love my b-tch) so i’ma send some love out
to the b-tches, holla

[verse one]
sh-t, 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 f-ckin with thug n-gg-z
that alwasy get high and had to be drug dealers
eventually, she hooked up with some hood b-tches
the hood b-tches 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 f-ckin witchu

[chorus: ja rule]
n-gg-z need to read the man-u-al
to seperate your housewife from a hoe
cause there’s no rules to this sh-t 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? b-tches ain’t sh-t
and all men are dogs cause we just wanna f-ck
sundown to sun up, one up on a hoe
i might go down on the low, that’s just me though
from lax to heathrow, i’m one of them n-gg-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 fl-stered, 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 dc used to bus checks
and hold the c-ke, her n-gg-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


[verse three]
fake nails, fake br–sts, 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 b-tch, 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
sh-t could be worse, you could be in the struggle
or born with no -ss 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 b-tches
cause for all that you go through
just thought i’d let you know, hoes need love too, i’m f-ckin witchu

[chorus – repeat 2x]

[ja rule]
ha ha ha, yeah, rule