? I made it possible For niggahs to make history, How is the possible? Please explain this shit to me, How is it logical? Have we forgot our history
(Ja Rule) Uh, yeah It's Ja Rule baby It's E-Dub Yeah Def Squad Uh Y'all motherfuckers think it's a game right? Get da name right R-U-L-E baby My shit
last in the line Of the prey that walks the earth Good and evil combined I am the god in my own history The master of the game I may believe if she
ll never fold You heard it right here if the game was ever told Lift up ya toes and look under a rug Trust me there's history under all that dust So deep
kitchen No preventing the crime, I gotta get it I'm admitted to the game, true playa, no quittin There you go shittin on a way a nigga thinkin Only history
wit gangstas that's real And that's real and I would never turn my back or turn ya down Even if you turned around muthafucka But history is history I
s about that bomb shit [VERSE 3:] 8 years in the game, ain't a damn thang change, so I brought it back to one of the tracks, so where the damn thang came, and he goin' down in history
in pain? I ate my own pride, when I started to rhyme Mamma told me ye got to grow up can't skate all your life Picture me history is shaping me sifting
I want you back) [Black Rob] It's just like Jermain Jackson Tito, Mike and Marlon Only think on my mind now is stardom Blowin' the F-up My game's stepped
Mystery mystery It is your mystery You gonna stop the game Someone is history Already history And there’s no one to blame You gotta leave this town
her son enough love Shit, that's why I run from my first son And force these chickenhead bitches to get abortions I'm married to game, my mistress is
stop. ‘Til I’m dead, man, I won’t stop. No. Yeah, I think they mad ’cause I’m driving in the fast lane But i’ve been grindin’ for years, ask hype game
loaded gun You shot me down like everyone 'Cause everyone's replaceable When you're just so incapable Of getting past skin deep [Chorus:] Guess what, another game
Marching through countries they'd never seen Virgins with rifles, a game of charades All for a children's crusade Pawns in the game are not victims
Your game Your lovely game Is like pain and suffering Your fame Your newly found fame Is like repeating history You now that keeping me around
moral But history, say I could be gone tomorrow And though my future look floral, it feel like I'm open For much pain, when people stop shoutin my name And doubtin my game
right for flight Way out of sight, you bite, I recite My chain shine bright, plus my kicks stay white as your faggot CEO say, "Well alright!" .. I am your mentor History