Album: Pain is Love Title: Down Ass Bitch feat. Charli Baltimore (Ja Rule - talking) Ja Rule, Chuck B-more Every thug needs a lady And every thug needs a down ass bitch, huh, feel me Every thug needs a lady Baby I'm convinced, you my down ass bitch (Chorus - Ja Rule) Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah) If you'd lie for me, like you lovin me Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah) If you'd die for me, like you cry for me Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah) If you'd kill for me, like you comfort me Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah) Girl I'm convinced, you're my down ass bitch (Ja Rule) Uh I know that you're lovin me, 'cause you thug with me, who bust slugs for me? My baby Who gon' kill for you, like I comfort you, who else but the Rule? You feel me Girl when we connect the dots we hit the spot Twin Benz's, you ride hard, I ride drop And to make it better, baby got the nina' Beretta tucked low And I'm two cars back with the four-four And it freaks you out, on your momma's couch, that's what us thugs be 'bout You know me And when I pray for love, baby pray for us, who celebrates the thugs? My lady Got me seekin capital game when I spit sixteen Whether bars or sixteens in the doors of cars A star is born In the hood, made a name live on, R-U-L-E, ladies, feel me (Chorus) (Charli Baltimore) Now I'm show you blood or love, there's no belly you bounce from Blow sellin, dough amounts to no tellin There'll be no tellin, snitches get it back Those gats to your backs for my boy What part of the game is that, huh? Niggas and they feelings 'cause I handle your dealings, keep your name in tact My fame's in tact so cops won't know what it's hittin for Now hoes want to know what you shittin for 'Cause I'm your bitch, the Bonnie to your Clyde It's mental, mash your enemies, we out in the rental I'm your bitch, niggas run up on ya, shift ya lungs, who's your organ donor? What they know about, extreme meausures I'm a ride with you And my baby three-eighty at my side And we lock the town, I'm as down as any thug My love, they gotta take us in blood, what (Chorus) (Ja Rule) You could die from love, at any given time I could die from slugs But that's what this life is capable of The death and the life of a bitch and a thug, is what I'm scared of But God up in Heaven who ain't afraid to, tuck the toast in the Escalade Pop on niggas that showin me shade, but only for the Rule 'cause that's my baby Got me a down ass bitch with red hair, that don't care Blazed by the shots and flares Girl c'mon, follow me, and bust back at police, conceal ya heat It's a bit much to blaze up, Rule and Chuck, N-I-G, the Murderous, I-N-C With one on the hip, one in the holster, nigga will toast ya quick Especially a down ass bitch (Chorus) (Ja Rule) Thug on, 'cause you my down ass bitch Thug on, ladies Thug on, 'cause you my down ass bitch Thug on, baby Thug on, 'cause you my down ass bitch Thug on, ladies Thug on, 'cause you my down ass bitch Thug on, baby (Chorus) 2x Baby say yeah, (baby say yeah)

One. Two. Three. Four, flat line If you say you wrote my shit one more time You ain't a hood nigga, you Got Rich and Stop Tryin Jimmy scared Chris Lighty and he start lying Lil' snitch what you know about movin' in silence? Even NYPD can't deny it The life of your story is fuckin' Vivica But your baby mama left you cause you couldn't get it up, bitch Yayo went to jail Banks sold a mil then Buck sold a mil then 50 gave a deal to a bitch named Oliviawhose titties aint real Now they all hiding behind the police shield [Chorus] [Outro] G-G-G-G-you niggas aint shit, bitch ass niggas I told you this shit was real, nigga This is Fat Rat nigga, mutha fucka All you get up on there is sing a few hooks Nigga you want to claim a niggas fame, nigga You was our Ashanti, you bitch ass nigga What the fuck is you talkin about you wrote something nigga The Real is the real, nigga Black Wallstreet, nigga The Black Wallstreet, nigga Gonna tell your bitch ass nigga I aint gunna get up on this mic and play them games, nigga I told my nigga lemme get that last 16, nigga Im Rapping right now, nigga But im spitting it real nigga You know who im talkin to nigga 50, nigga Bitch ass nigga Black Wallstreet, nigga Brasil and Wimelton What block you on, nigga? We'll be there! What block you on? Scary ass nigga Fuck this shit man Niggas woke me up with that bullshit, nigga these r bitches cuz they should get down...

Front on my crew and up your ass you'll find my shoe Then I'll burn up your fucking ass like a goddamn barbecue My shit is hardcore, it hits you like that De-ja-vu Your wig got knocked back after my brief preview So drop that wack shit before I take this outdoors Try to rap like me, faggot, and I'll show you the doors When I'm through, your ugly ass face will be hard to ignore Cuz you'll look like your mom and your bitch, who's both nasty whores But yo, chill, just forget what I said Cuz in anyway I finish you'll be ending up dead Here comes my second verse I hope it's way better than the first Cuz I'm about to drop this shit like your granny on pot Fake lil rapper, you think your shit is hot I hate to burst your bubble, but yo, for real, it's not You're a faggot, ass bitch, you know my rhymes are straight sick Cuz after you check out my wicked shit You'll be swallowing your daddy's 3" dick I bet you'll be choking back on that small shit But when the ladies get down and dirty on me, it'll be like this and like that, like that and like this If you wasn't a man, bitch, you would suck my dick I'm tired of you bringing out that old fake shit So fake, that your whole fucking style's a counterfeit K...

Goddamn Lil Mama U know u thick as hell u know what im sayin Matter fact After the club u know what im talkin bout Me and my niggas gone be together u know what im sayin I aint gon worry bout them really though Im just lookin at u Yea u know U got them big ass hips god damn! [Verse 1] Got the body of a goddess Got eyes butter pecan brown I see you girl Droppin Low She Comin Down from the ceiling To tha floo Yea She Know what she doin Yea yea yea She doin that right thang Yea yea yea yea ea I Need to get her over to my crib and do that night thang Cause I'm N Luv wit a stripper [Chorus x2] She poppin she rollin she rollin She climbin that pole and Im N Luv with a stripper She trippin she playin she playin Im not goin nowhere girl im stayin Im N Luv with a stripper [Verse 2] Out of all the girls she be the hottest Like n the way she break it down I see u girl Spinnin wide And She lookin at me Right in my eyes Yea She got my attention yea yea yea Did I forget to mention I Need to get her over to my crib and do that night thang Cause Im N Luv Wit a Stripper [Chorus x2] [Verse 3] She can pop it she can lock it Teddy Penderass down I'm bout to see this sexy girl In My bed She don't know what she is doin To my head Yea She turnin tricks on me Yea Yea Yea She dont even know me Yea yea yea ea I'd have got her over to my crib to do that night thing Cause I'm N Luv Wit a Stripper [Chorus x4]