It's Your Life

Ja Rule

Composição de: Jeffrey Atkins
Ladies call me white Kane
Pure as snow
Like Cocaine 
Cutie Pies powder they nose
I've 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 it's 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 til I rock
Come put me on the block 
In a new form and new sound
For Ja Rule and I'm feeling like I'm 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
It's crazy 
When you fucking wit Rule it's shady

Niggas if you hustle and stick 'em
It's your life
Bitches if your Fuckin and striping 
It's alright,
We all got to eat
So live your life
Niggas
It's alright
Bitches 
It's your life

Niggas if you hustle and stick 'em
It's your life
Bitches if your Fuckin and striping 
It's alright, 
We all got to eat
So live your life
Niggas
It's alright
Bitches 
It's your life

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 nieces 
Baby re-intise this 
CD's raise they prices
Make a nigga chain 
Paid 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

Niggas if you hustle and stick 'em
It's your life
Bitches if your Fuckin and striping 
It's alright, 
We all got to eat
So live your life
Niggas
It's alright
Bitches 
It's your life

Niggas if you hustle and stick 'em
It's your life
Bitches if your Fuckin and striping 
It's alright, 
We all got to eat
So live your life
Niggas
It's alright
Bitches 
It's your life

Niggas from the East 
Christ from the gun to the mics
I'm living my life 
Running through hell wit no ice
It's a sin
But I'd sell my lost soul to win
Go to bed and die
Then I'd wake up breathing again
Cause I'm all in 
Even though shit ain't right 
I wake up sweatin my life every night
Help me 
Is it the devil that going to get me
Or is it God don't 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 it's 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 God's only be gotten son
It's my life 

yo 
Niggas if you hustle and stick 'em
It's your life
Bitches if your Fuckin and striping 
It's alright, 
We all got to eat
So live your life
Niggas
It's alright
Bitches 
It's your life

Bitches if you hustle and stick 'em
It's your life
Niggas if your Fuckin and striping 
It's alright, 
We all got to eat
So live your life
Bitches
It's alright
Niggas 
It's your life

It's your life
It's alright
So live your life
It's alright

It's your life
It's alright
So live your life
It's alright
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