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[Ja Rule] Ja Rule, yeah Irv Gotti, uh, huh Big Rob, haha It`s how we do it Yeah, it`s my life
[Case] What`s the matter with your life?
[Ja] Everything from the evils to price, from the guns to mic I`m livin` my life runnin` through hell with no wife It`s a sin, but I tell my lost soul to win Go to bed and die, then wake up breathin` again Cuz I`m all in even though shit ain`t right I wake up, sweating my life every night Tell me, is you the devil that gon` get me? Or is God don`t feel like bein` bothered with? So hard to hit me, but this life I sacrifice Fuck chrome lines in the dark, my daughter gon` see the light If I die young it`s cuz a nigga too high strung Got a scary love for guns but too much weed in my lungs Still niggaz screamin` Ja`s the one Chosen like God`s only begotten son It`s my life
[Case] Thug life, everybody needs a friend Thug life, we all got a space to fill Thug life, everybody wanna be on top Life, it ain`t that funky Yes he`s got that dropping Tell me, what`s the matter with your bitch?
[Ja] Baby, I don`t respect shit, with diamonds and live reckless Pushing the six, top speed, getting my dick licked I`m childish, one of a kind, one of my own I`m about to take these freak hoes to levels unknown Touch a little, later on, fuck a little The more resist the better, I`m in it for whatever Feel me, I don`t need weed to get high Some good head make a nigga kiss the sky No lie, but if she ain`t right, turn the lights off Put her on her stomach and fuck her `til ya dick soft The rules to the streets, love I met you kinda drunk with a light buzz I respect it cuz niggaz ain`t shit, you right Cuz every bitch need a lil` dick in they life I betcha
[Case] Thug life, everybody needs a friend Thug life, we all got a space to fill Thug life, everybody wanna be on top Life, it ain`t that funky Yes he`s got that dropping Tell me, what`s he puttin` in your nose?
[Ja] Nigga, ain`t nuttin` goin` in these nostrils But I`ll tell y`all about how we gettin it now 40-inch screens nigga, rocks gleam, nigga You a customer, and I love a fiend, nigga Cuz just like the coke, cook up and come back I load up the gat, tell niggaz to hold hat Help me, what I do is a stick of genius I study the eyes of niggaz who done seen this Learn to lean on the mean, yeah Coverin` my ground, paying attention to the cracks in the cement It`s on now cuz I got my vision together What y`all thought? I was gon crawl blind forever? It`s now or never, corrupt thoughts `til I die When you talk to me, motherfucker, please look in my eyes See my life
[Chorus to end]
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