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Ja Rule
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| It S Your Life
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Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Ja Rule, Uh
Shade and Irv Gotti
Niggas dont want none of this
[Ja Rule]
Ladies call me white Kane, pure as snow
Like cocaine, cutiepies powder they nose
Ive been preaching to the stars
Ladies be livin real harder
A lot of icons, but consider me God
Born in the seventies
The eighties was growing wit time
Now its two G nigga
And the world is mine
I was a smart nigga
Figured if he put me on the spot
Wit hot shit bubble me up till I rock
Come put me on the block
In a new form and new sound
For Ja Rule and Im feeling like Im too strong
I move on down to D.C., V.A.
And I even did as far as Californ-I-A
Come to shit
They fly, they float, they snort, they smoke
Hustle, bag and mope
For more
Down the freeway racing out of control, its crazy
When you fucking wit Rule its shady
[Chorus]
Niggas if you hustle and stick em
Its your life
Bitches if your Fuckin and striping
Its alright
We all got to eat
So live your life
Niggas
Its alright
Bitches
Its your life
[Shade Sheist]
Now I got to hit you wit some other shit
Sentinella gutta shit
Four sides of the chrome
Flows smack you wit the rubber grip
Never been a nigga, niggas wanna play they cards wit
See me in the dark whip
Better go call your guards quick
Better go hit the block and tell them bitches that shisty shit
Known the freaks face like that yellow bezel ice shit
Similar response, yo that kid spit the nicest
Baby re-intice this, CDs raise they prices
Make a nigga chain, oaid off in a different name
Maid think they got flame, Shade just hit the brain
Me and Ja fucked around and made the teams A-list
Two niggas from two sides, like a 7/10 split bitch
[Chorus 2x]
[Ja Rule]
Niggas from the East
Christ from the gun to the mics
Im living my life
Running through hell wit no ice
Its a sin
But Id sell my lost soul to win
Go to bed and die
Then Id wake up breathing again
Cause Im all in
Even though shit aint right
I wake up sweatin my life every night
Help me, is it the devil that going to get me
Or is it God dont feel like being bothered wit me
So hard to hit me, this life a sacrifice
If I grow blind through the dark my kids gonna see the light
If I die young its cause a nigga too high strung
Got scary love for gun wit too much weed in my lungs
And still niggas screaming Ja the one, the chosen
The Gods only begotten son, its my life
Chorus 2x |
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14.Oct.2001 15:10:22 |
Letzer Aufruf |
03.Jun.2004 14:06:42 |
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