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| Ja Rule Miscellaneous Thug Life (feat. Case) [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 mouth? [Ja] Nigga, ain't nuttin' goin' in need that's trail But how told y'all 'bout how we gettin' it now 40-inch screen 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, curupt 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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