Ja Rule - The Life Lyrics
[Intro - Hussein Fatal - talking][woman - harmonizing in background]Yeah my nigga Rule, Hussein FatalThe outlaw don in this piece mother*****erI want to welcome y'all niggaz back to the streets (it's alright!)You's confused for a minute but here we areMy nigga Cad in this mother*****erI got my niggaz man, them bricks (finish *****!)Ride out niggaUh, yeah[Break - Ja Rule (Hussein Fatal talks over Break)]The life, the life (the life, the life)The life, the life (the life, the life)The life, the life (the life, the life)[Verse 1 - Ja Rule]Yo, what up world, it's Rule public enemy number oneit's cool, my new best friend is my pistolAnd anybody that want it or got jewels run itand end over your head, don't make me gun butt itDo you like Manolo, put two in your stomachAnd flash the burner on *****es like stacks of hundredsI'm livin my life (my life), what gets better than ice in hellWhen you cookin up coke to sellIt be the little statistics, some pictures, some printsSome informants to get the operation pitchedWe enormous, some would say the "Inc." is "Murderous"You don't want us to strap up and bang the stripBut if need be, we'll bang out like Bloods and CripsStyrofoam the noozles and extend the clipsMurder meets gangsta shitAnd all my niggaz that live it from hood to hood bang to this, nigga[Chorus #1 - Ja Rule]The life, the life (the life, the life ...)Whether your Blood or cuz we all gangstaThe life, the life (the life, the life ...)Whether it's dope or coke we all slang drugs[Verse 2 - Hussein Fatal]I'm the street's poster childI'm supposed to wileWith the toast I'm foulMy Murder Inc. mob money, Oprah styleFrom here back to the block, they get that greenKnown to put a hole through a nigga's shoulder soon as the beam glowProbably graze you in the face, give me a breakI'ma rapper, out here to stay, don't make me do what I sayJust let me say what I doCause I'ma put it in a rhyme, everytime, about to spray up your crewAnd I ain't lickin off shots to warn 'emJust a pop swift to the dome, on the real "G-Unit" nigga, glock and all thisSo believe I'm not the one when it get stupid in the boothI told y'all with Rule it was a gun in this *****Now I expose how scary you niggaz isAnd when you want the bisMy brick city outlaws' a bury you niggazI'm so cool, when I ain't doin my numbersLet the ...[Verse 3 - Caddillac Tah]Okay, mother*****ers when the bounce came to your waistand shells get to droppinyou better duck, and get up poppinDon't get left with the copsGangsta, yeah, put that work inPut a nigga dick in the dirtLace shots to the faceHopin it shut case, John DoeUnidentified, I always hit 'em high when I dump and let it flyNow once with 45 nigga I had a picture on top of the coffinMurder Inc. bosses[Chorus #2 - Ja Rule]The life, the life (the life, the life ...)Whether your Blood or cuz we all gangstaThe life, the life (the life, the life ...)Whether it's dope or coke we all slang drugsThe life, the life (the life, the life ...)Whether your hoein or stuck up, we're still gon' *****The life, the life (the life, the life ...)Niggaz don't want it with us, cause it's Murder[Verse 4 - James Gotti]Okay you hard as *****but when the slug hit, you dead if your name ain't armored truckMurder Inc., Outlawz and the Floys is hereBang, bang, shoot 'em up, cowboys is nearStampedin anythin in our way, we'll attract warIf your smart you'll slide over like handicap doorsI ain't a killer, I just spark a lotSo when I squeeze I'm turnin your whole block to a parking lotUnderstand I'm the grimy FloyWanna trip to death then try me for itCrazy since '94, that's why cats don't hang around me like Chinese storesOne step ahead of you, get more guysYou strapped with four fours, we pack four fives***** talk get the chalk outYou'll be lucky if your able to crawl or walk out[Verse 5 - Ja Rule]I'm in the pop lifeso when I pop up in your life, and I pop twiceGet down, I spits more than roundsand niggaz bleed heavier than hoes on they periodThis sound gotta movin "Faster Than Furious"But nah I ain't LudacrisI'm here to let y'all niggaz know I ain't new to thisGun butt your *****That's the way I get down, believe my style is MurderClap a nigga, dipped and hide the burnerThe rule to learn ya bomb ya like embalmin fluidUntil your limbs feel a loss of movementIn the hospital in critical livinMust minimal (who done it?) it's MurderYeah, that's subliminalWho gets down and bangs with nothin but criminals (c'mon, c'mon)Rule nigga you know it, these others cats is pitifulBein a rap God is spiritualYour God is Ja Rule nigga let's not get it confused, haha[Chorus #2]The life, the life [echo]
