[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]
  Niggaz, 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 ass bitch for ya
  Wash em with some soap and water
  And return them dirty bra's to their rightful owner
  Now that's creep shit
  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' niggaz livin, livin in ?? in Emerica
  I'm never gonna feel, Nigga I'm tellin ya
  Young Life is a compeditor
  And is into real my niggaz headed up hill
  I'm lettin you know shit's real
  I came into the game copped a deal
  Aimin to get this shit still
  It ain't been a minute I ain't been high
  And I haven't handled my buisness
  How I been fuckin you bitches right
  Yeah you witnesses my life
  Imperial night, in the ghetto holdin my medal tight
  Still, in Emerica
  Remilitary is terror nigga holds his medal
  Of his never be availible
  That easy I'm a editor, restin up with the best of em
  Minds of them bitches 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
  Motherfuckers prepare to die
    [Chorus]
    [Chink Santana]
  Niggaz hit that crack houses hustlers and hoes
  No youngins up on the corners nigga smokin them bones
  I'm rattin away wit knots comin up, what's no pills?
  That's why they'll find your ass 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 nigga 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 shit that they say them ho's do
  Fuckin wit X, like finger fuckin that hot glock
  While she swallow her tit
  But real, there nigga want his dick sucked?
  Bitches is why bitches turn that rehold into a intrick (It's pimp shit)
  No limp dick, just a gangsta fuck
  Why the murder put some major bust biatch
    [Chorus]
    Welcome to Emerica...