Ja Rule - Life Ain't A Game
CHORUS:
Life ain't a game
(No)
If you feelin' me
(Say yeah, yea)
Flip the bird where
(In the air)
F*** the world
(We don't care)
Repeat chorus
It's time to ride out
Niggas stash your cash
At the hideout
The Murderous I-N-C's
En route
(Y'all hear me)
Feelin' my sh*t the same
(Y'all fear me)
In every definitive way
(I'm really)
The nigga that
You need to get with
'Cause y'all pop sh*t
Nigga, I pop clips nigga
Hot, but not the
Black four-dot-six nigga
You know the Rule
Thug heart nigga
And I don't need
No fake friends
Broke ties, loose ends
There they go niggas is
At it again
Tryin' to befriend the nigga
That they claim they love
But hate so much
And really
All we got is us
But f*** it
It's the same way
They f***ed me
Now I'm f***in'
Your broad in the
Back of a Humvee
Go figure
I'll have your niggas
Pourin' out liqour
All because you f***in'
With the Rule nigga
Repeat chorus twice
Take my life
Take my mind
Take my heart
Take my soul
Take my cash
Take it all
But save me
I'm throwing my life away
Why, would a nigga
With so much talent
Want to throw it all away
To drugs and violence
I know not the answers
But I ask the questions
Do all Muslims really
Study their leasons?
And how many Christians
Lie during confessions?
I know I did
When I was just a kid
Never told about
The guns my uncle hid
Under my bed and at night
I played with them
Kind of grew up to be
Sort of a loose cannon
Before my sins
I'm asking you to let me in
Lord help me
I been through all the pain
Now I wanna know
Who loves me
Repeat chorus twice
Changes, changes
My mind is going through
Changes, changes
My body's going through
Changes, changes
My life is going through
Changes, changes
Yo, looky here
I just wanna f*** all day
Live my life
Get high all day, my life
Maybe one day
I'll live right
F*** the world
It's my life
Repeat chorus four times
groetjes ja rule fan
Life ain't a game
(No)
If you feelin' me
(Say yeah, yea)
Flip the bird where
(In the air)
F*** the world
(We don't care)
Repeat chorus
It's time to ride out
Niggas stash your cash
At the hideout
The Murderous I-N-C's
En route
(Y'all hear me)
Feelin' my sh*t the same
(Y'all fear me)
In every definitive way
(I'm really)
The nigga that
You need to get with
'Cause y'all pop sh*t
Nigga, I pop clips nigga
Hot, but not the
Black four-dot-six nigga
You know the Rule
Thug heart nigga
And I don't need
No fake friends
Broke ties, loose ends
There they go niggas is
At it again
Tryin' to befriend the nigga
That they claim they love
But hate so much
And really
All we got is us
But f*** it
It's the same way
They f***ed me
Now I'm f***in'
Your broad in the
Back of a Humvee
Go figure
I'll have your niggas
Pourin' out liqour
All because you f***in'
With the Rule nigga
Repeat chorus twice
Take my life
Take my mind
Take my heart
Take my soul
Take my cash
Take it all
But save me
I'm throwing my life away
Why, would a nigga
With so much talent
Want to throw it all away
To drugs and violence
I know not the answers
But I ask the questions
Do all Muslims really
Study their leasons?
And how many Christians
Lie during confessions?
I know I did
When I was just a kid
Never told about
The guns my uncle hid
Under my bed and at night
I played with them
Kind of grew up to be
Sort of a loose cannon
Before my sins
I'm asking you to let me in
Lord help me
I been through all the pain
Now I wanna know
Who loves me
Repeat chorus twice
Changes, changes
My mind is going through
Changes, changes
My body's going through
Changes, changes
My life is going through
Changes, changes
Yo, looky here
I just wanna f*** all day
Live my life
Get high all day, my life
Maybe one day
I'll live right
F*** the world
It's my life
Repeat chorus four times
groetjes ja rule fan
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