Ja Rule

Ja Rule - The Life lyrics

[Intro - Hussein Fatal - talking]

[woman - harmonizing in background]

Yeah my nigga Rule, Hussein Fatal

The outlaw don in this piece motherfucker

I want to welcome y'all niggaz back to the streets (it's alright!)

You's confused for a minute but here we are

My nigga Cad in this motherfucker

I got my niggaz man, them bricks (finish bitch!)

Ride out nigga

Uh, 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 one

it's cool, my new best friend is my pistol

And anybody that want it or got jewels run it

and end over your head, don't make me gun butt it

Do you like Manolo, put two in your stomach

And flash the burner on bitches like stacks of hundreds

I'm livin my life (my life), what gets better than ice in hell

When you cookin up coke to sell

It be the little statistics, some pictures, some prints

Some informants to get the operation pitched

We enormous, some would say the "Inc." is "Murderous"

You don't want us to strap up and bang the strip

But if need be, we'll bang out like Bloods and Crips

Styrofoam the noozles and extend the clips

Murder meets gangsta shit

And 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 gangsta

The 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 child

I'm supposed to wile

With the toast I'm foul

My Murder Inc. mob money, Oprah style

From here back to the block, they get that green

Known to put a hole through a nigga's shoulder soon as the beam glow

Probably graze you in the face, give me a break

I'ma rapper, out here to stay, don't make me do what I say

Just let me say what I do

Cause I'ma put it in a rhyme, everytime, about to spray up your crew

And I ain't lickin off shots to warn 'em

Just a pop swift to the dome, on the real "G-Unit" nigga, glock and all this

So believe I'm not the one when it get stupid in the booth

I told y'all with Rule it was a gun in this bitch

Now I expose how scary you niggaz is

And when you want the bis

My brick city outlaws' a bury you niggaz

I'm so cool, when I ain't doin my numbers

Let the ...

[Verse 3 - Caddillac Tah]

Okay, motherfuckers when the bounce came to your waist

and shells get to droppin

you better duck, and get up poppin

Don't get left with the cops

Gangsta, yeah, put that work in

Put a nigga dick in the dirt

Lace shots to the face

Hopin it shut case, John Doe

Unidentified, I always hit 'em high when I dump and let it fly

Now once with 45 nigga I had a picture on top of the coffin

Murder Inc. bosses

[Chorus #2 - Ja Rule]

The life, the life (the life, the life ...)

Whether your Blood or cuz we all gangsta

The life, the life (the life, the life ...)

Whether it's dope or coke we all slang drugs

The life, the life (the life, the life ...)

Whether your hoein or stuck up, we're still gon' fuck

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 fuck

but when the slug hit, you dead if your name ain't armored truck

Murder Inc., Outlawz and the Floys is here

Bang, bang, shoot 'em up, cowboys is near

Stampedin anythin in our way, we'll attract war

If your smart you'll slide over like handicap doors

I ain't a killer, I just spark a lot

So when I squeeze I'm turnin your whole block to a parking lot

Understand I'm the grimy Floy

Wanna trip to death then try me for it

Crazy since '94, that's why cats don't hang around me like Chinese stores

One step ahead of you, get more guys

You strapped with four fours, we pack four fives

Fuck talk get the chalk out

You'll be lucky if your able to crawl or walk out

[Verse 5 - Ja Rule]

I'm in the pop life

so when I pop up in your life, and I pop twice

Get down, I spits more than rounds

and niggaz bleed heavier than hoes on they period

This sound gotta movin "Faster Than Furious"

But nah I ain't Ludacris

I'm here to let y'all niggaz know I ain't new to this

Gun butt your bitch

That's the way I get down, believe my style is Murder

Clap a nigga, dipped and hide the burner

The rule to learn ya bomb ya like embalmin fluid

Until your limbs feel a loss of movement

In the hospital in critical livin

Must minimal (who done it?) it's Murder

Yeah, that's subliminal

Who gets down and bangs with nothin but criminals (c'mon, c'mon)

Rule nigga you know it, these others cats is pitiful

Bein a rap God is spiritual

Your God is Ja Rule nigga let's not get it confused, haha

[Chorus #2]

The life, the life [echo]

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