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Ja rule - Thug Life

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Case-

Whats the matter with your life?



Ja rule-

Everything from weed, price, from the gun to mic

Im livin my life runnin through hell with no wife

Its sick, tell my lil soldier will

Go to bed and die, then wake up breathin again

Cuz Im all in even though the shit aint right

I wake up, sweating my life every night

Tell me, is you the devil that gon get me?

Or is God dont feel like bein involved wit me

Too hard to hit me, but this life I sacrifice

My chrome lies to the dark, my daughter gon see the light

If I die young its cuz this nigga too high strung

Its scary to love a girl with too much weed in my lungs

Still niggas screamin jas the one

Jokin like God dont even got a son

My life



(chorus)

Case-

Thug life, everybody needs a clown

Thug life, love God sent to give

Thug life, everybody wanna be on top

Everybody livin funky

? every drop thats dropping?



Case-

Tell me, whats the matter with your bitch?



Ja rule-

Baby, I dont respect shit, with diamonds and live reckless

Pushing the six, top speed, getting my dick licked

Im childish, one of a kind, one of my own

Im about to lick the freak hoes with levels unknown

Touch a little, later on, fuck a little

The more resist the better, Im in it for whatever

Feel me, I dont need these to get high

Give head to make a nigga kiss the sky

No lie, when shit aint right, turn the lights off

Put her on her stomach and fuck her til ya dick soft

When you on the streets, love, I met you

Kinda drunk with a light buzz, I respect you

Made me pay shit, you right

Cuz every bitch need a lil dick in they life

I betcha



(chorus)



Case-

Tell me, whats he puttin in your mouth?



Ja rule-

Nigga, aint nuttin goin in need thats trail

But how told yall bout how we gettin it now

40-inch screen nigga, rocks gleam, nigga

You a customer, and I love a fiend, nigga

Cuz its like the coke, cook up and come back

I load up the gat, tell niggas to hold hat

Help me, what I do is a trick of genius

I study the eyes of niggas who drunk semen

Learn to lean on the mean, yeah

Coverin my ground, paying chips through the crack in the cement

Its on now cuz I got my vision together

What yall thought? I was gon crawl blind forever?

Its now or never, curupt thoughts til I die

When you talk to me, motherfucker, please look in my eyes

My life



(chorus till fade...)

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