| Song | Murder Reigns - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Ja Rule |
| Album | The Last Temptation |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : David Paich & Jeffrey Porcaro & Jeffrey Atkins & Marcus Vest & Irving Lorenzo | |
| 作词 : 7 Aurelius, Atkins, Lorenzo ... | |
| Yea {*echoes*} | |
| I feel the rain comin down on me nigga, heh {*echoes*} | |
| When the sun gon' shine? {*echoes*} | |
| My lord, somebody help us all, heheh {*echoes*} | |
| [singer: repeat in background] | |
| I think the rain is comin back | |
| I think the reign is comin murder | |
| I think the rain is comin back | |
| I think the reign is comin murder | |
| [Ja Rule over singer] | |
| Ja Rule baby! | |
| Last Temptation, time to kill these niggaz | |
| Dear Lord, can you, feel my pain | |
| [Ja Rule] | |
| If you can't it's alright, cause I'ma live my life anyway | |
| Just let, it, rain - on me | |
| I feel, so free like a, cool breeze | |
| And when the sun, gon', shine | |
| Fold up the mini-blinds, load up the lucky 9 | |
| And hit 'em up from behind | |
| That's, my, life - and it'll never be the same | |
| Ever again, the game is to blame | |
| Don't get caught up in your Range Rover, pullin over | |
| On the Westside highway shoulder, nigga I'll blow ya | |
| like a windshield, leave yo' mind on the windshield | |
| And have yo' whip doin windmills, that's what rain feels | |
| like, when it's hittin a little harder than drizzle | |
| And pickles flyin out pistols, gotta niggaz cryin they Christians and | |
| I can't believe shit has come to this | |
| It's unheard of, now it's gonna reign down murder | |
| [Chorus: singer] | |
| I think the rain is comin back | |
| I think the reign is comin murder | |
| I think the rain is comin back | |
| I think the reign is comin murder | |
| [Ja Rule] | |
| God only breathes with the best of them, bury the rest of them | |
| A storm is comin, I got a hundred mile runnin head start | |
| on these niggaz cause it's murder for life | |
| Drugs, bitches, and money be my only vice | |
| But I'm livin life in the fast lane, doin the damn thang | |
| In the Ferrari hard top watchin 'Hard Rain' | |
| It's a damn shame, no more games | |
| No more love, baby boy I throw back slugs | |
| through your Green Bay throwback, I hits that up | |
| And let you know where the reign is from | |
| You ever heard of mixin whiskey with Jamaican rum? You get Biggie | |
| Mix gin with a little cocaine, you got me | |
| And my style is a little too savage to not be | |
| Be looked upon as one of the illest to MC | |
| Y'all niggaz want it with me? That shit's unheard of | |
| Cause niggaz, now it's gonna reign down murder | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Nobody loves me | |
| [Ja Rule] | |
| Sometimes I wish the good Lord would come down and hug me | |
| I take a look at my life, it's gettin ugly | |
| And now I know that you all wanna slug me | |
| I can get above it, it's my life and I dug it | |
| Even though I live it close to the edge | |
| I'm gettin closer to death, with eve-rrry little step | |
| that I take, in the awake of my last days | |
| I hope the sun shines with a light rain | |
| That would mean the world shared my pain | |
| And now the world could be happy again, smile | |
| Cause if I ever walk 'The Green Mile' | |
| You can look at me and blame it on my lifestyle | |
| What can I say? I was raised as an only child, lonely | |
| Poppa didn't show me, so the streets raised me | |
| To call me crazy is not unheard of | |
| Now it's gonna reign down murder | |
| [Chorus] - repeat to fade |
| zuo qu : David Paich Jeffrey Porcaro Jeffrey Atkins Marcus Vest Irving Lorenzo | |
| zuo ci : 7 Aurelius, Atkins, Lorenzo ... | |
| Yea echoes | |
| I feel the rain comin down on me nigga, heh echoes | |
| When the sun gon' shine? echoes | |
| My lord, somebody help us all, heheh echoes | |
| singer: repeat in background | |
| I think the rain is comin back | |
| I think the reign is comin murder | |
| I think the rain is comin back | |
| I think the reign is comin murder | |
| Ja Rule over singer | |
| Ja Rule baby! | |
| Last Temptation, time to kill these niggaz | |
| Dear Lord, can you, feel my pain | |
| Ja Rule | |
| If you can' t it' s alright, cause I' ma live my life anyway | |
| Just let, it, rain on me | |
| I feel, so free like a, cool breeze | |
| And when the sun, gon', shine | |
| Fold up the miniblinds, load up the lucky 9 | |
| And hit ' em up from behind | |
| That' s, my, life and it' ll never be the same | |
| Ever again, the game is to blame | |
| Don' t get caught up in your Range Rover, pullin over | |
| On the Westside highway shoulder, nigga I' ll blow ya | |
| like a windshield, leave yo' mind on the windshield | |
| And have yo' whip doin windmills, that' s what rain feels | |
| like, when it' s hittin a little harder than drizzle | |
| And pickles flyin out pistols, gotta niggaz cryin they Christians and | |
| I can' t believe shit has come to this | |
| It' s unheard of, now it' s gonna reign down murder | |
| Chorus: singer | |
| I think the rain is comin back | |
| I think the reign is comin murder | |
| I think the rain is comin back | |
| I think the reign is comin murder | |
| Ja Rule | |
| God only breathes with the best of them, bury the rest of them | |
| A storm is comin, I got a hundred mile runnin head start | |
| on these niggaz cause it' s murder for life | |
| Drugs, bitches, and money be my only vice | |
| But I' m livin life in the fast lane, doin the damn thang | |
| In the Ferrari hard top watchin ' Hard Rain' | |
| It' s a damn shame, no more games | |
| No more love, baby boy I throw back slugs | |
| through your Green Bay throwback, I hits that up | |
| And let you know where the reign is from | |
| You ever heard of mixin whiskey with Jamaican rum? You get Biggie | |
| Mix gin with a little cocaine, you got me | |
| And my style is a little too savage to not be | |
| Be looked upon as one of the illest to MC | |
| Y' all niggaz want it with me? That shit' s unheard of | |
| Cause niggaz, now it' s gonna reign down murder | |
| Chorus | |
| Nobody loves me | |
| Ja Rule | |
| Sometimes I wish the good Lord would come down and hug me | |
| I take a look at my life, it' s gettin ugly | |
| And now I know that you all wanna slug me | |
| I can get above it, it' s my life and I dug it | |
| Even though I live it close to the edge | |
| I' m gettin closer to death, with everrry little step | |
| that I take, in the awake of my last days | |
| I hope the sun shines with a light rain | |
| That would mean the world shared my pain | |
| And now the world could be happy again, smile | |
| Cause if I ever walk ' The Green Mile' | |
| You can look at me and blame it on my lifestyle | |
| What can I say? I was raised as an only child, lonely | |
| Poppa didn' t show me, so the streets raised me | |
| To call me crazy is not unheard of | |
| Now it' s gonna reign down murder | |
| Chorus repeat to fade |
| zuò qǔ : David Paich Jeffrey Porcaro Jeffrey Atkins Marcus Vest Irving Lorenzo | |
| zuò cí : 7 Aurelius, Atkins, Lorenzo ... | |
| Yea echoes | |
| I feel the rain comin down on me nigga, heh echoes | |
| When the sun gon' shine? echoes | |
| My lord, somebody help us all, heheh echoes | |
| singer: repeat in background | |
| I think the rain is comin back | |
| I think the reign is comin murder | |
| I think the rain is comin back | |
| I think the reign is comin murder | |
| Ja Rule over singer | |
| Ja Rule baby! | |
| Last Temptation, time to kill these niggaz | |
| Dear Lord, can you, feel my pain | |
| Ja Rule | |
| If you can' t it' s alright, cause I' ma live my life anyway | |
| Just let, it, rain on me | |
| I feel, so free like a, cool breeze | |
| And when the sun, gon', shine | |
| Fold up the miniblinds, load up the lucky 9 | |
| And hit ' em up from behind | |
| That' s, my, life and it' ll never be the same | |
| Ever again, the game is to blame | |
| Don' t get caught up in your Range Rover, pullin over | |
| On the Westside highway shoulder, nigga I' ll blow ya | |
| like a windshield, leave yo' mind on the windshield | |
| And have yo' whip doin windmills, that' s what rain feels | |
| like, when it' s hittin a little harder than drizzle | |
| And pickles flyin out pistols, gotta niggaz cryin they Christians and | |
| I can' t believe shit has come to this | |
| It' s unheard of, now it' s gonna reign down murder | |
| Chorus: singer | |
| I think the rain is comin back | |
| I think the reign is comin murder | |
| I think the rain is comin back | |
| I think the reign is comin murder | |
| Ja Rule | |
| God only breathes with the best of them, bury the rest of them | |
| A storm is comin, I got a hundred mile runnin head start | |
| on these niggaz cause it' s murder for life | |
| Drugs, bitches, and money be my only vice | |
| But I' m livin life in the fast lane, doin the damn thang | |
| In the Ferrari hard top watchin ' Hard Rain' | |
| It' s a damn shame, no more games | |
| No more love, baby boy I throw back slugs | |
| through your Green Bay throwback, I hits that up | |
| And let you know where the reign is from | |
| You ever heard of mixin whiskey with Jamaican rum? You get Biggie | |
| Mix gin with a little cocaine, you got me | |
| And my style is a little too savage to not be | |
| Be looked upon as one of the illest to MC | |
| Y' all niggaz want it with me? That shit' s unheard of | |
| Cause niggaz, now it' s gonna reign down murder | |
| Chorus | |
| Nobody loves me | |
| Ja Rule | |
| Sometimes I wish the good Lord would come down and hug me | |
| I take a look at my life, it' s gettin ugly | |
| And now I know that you all wanna slug me | |
| I can get above it, it' s my life and I dug it | |
| Even though I live it close to the edge | |
| I' m gettin closer to death, with everrry little step | |
| that I take, in the awake of my last days | |
| I hope the sun shines with a light rain | |
| That would mean the world shared my pain | |
| And now the world could be happy again, smile | |
| Cause if I ever walk ' The Green Mile' | |
| You can look at me and blame it on my lifestyle | |
| What can I say? I was raised as an only child, lonely | |
| Poppa didn' t show me, so the streets raised me | |
| To call me crazy is not unheard of | |
| Now it' s gonna reign down murder | |
| Chorus repeat to fade |