Ja Rule - It's Your Life

Artist: Ja Rule
Album: Rule 3:36
Title: It's Your Life


Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

Ja Rule, Uh

Shade and Irv Gotti

Niggas don't want none of this


[Ja Rule]

Ladies call me white Kane, pure as snow

Like cocaine, cutiepies 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 till 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


[Chorus]

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


[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, CD's 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

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 begotten son, it's my life


Chorus 2x



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