*featuring Case
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[Ja Rule]
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Ja Rule, yeah
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Irv Gotti, uh, huh
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Big Rob, haha
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It's how we do it
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Yeah, it's my life
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[Case]
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What's the matter with your life?
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[Ja]
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Everything from the evils to price, from the guns to mic
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I'm livin' my life runnin' through hell with no wife
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It's a sin, but I tell my lost soul to win
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Go to bed and die, then wake up breathin' again
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Cuz I'm all in even though shit ain't right
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I wake up, sweating my life every night
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Tell me, is you the devil that gon' get me?
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Or is God don't feel like bein' bothered with?
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So hard to hit me, but this life I sacrifice
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Fuck chrome lines in the dark, my daughter gon' see the light
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If I die young it's cuz a nigga too high strung
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Got a scary love for guns but too much weed in my lungs
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Still niggaz screamin' Ja's the one
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Chosen like God's only begotten son
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It's my life
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[Case]
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Thug life, everybody needs a friend
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Thug life, we all got a space to fill
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Thug life, everybody wanna be on top
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Life, it ain't that funky
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Yes he's got that dropping
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Tell me, what's the matter with your bitch?
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[Ja]
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Baby, I don't respect shit, with diamonds and live reckless
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Pushing the six, top speed, getting my dick licked
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I'm childish, one of a kind, one of my own
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I'm about to take these freak hoes to levels unknown
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Touch a little, later on, fuck a little
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The more resist the better, I'm in it for whatever
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Feel me, I don't need weed to get high
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Some good head make a nigga kiss the sky
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No lie, but if she ain't right, turn the lights off
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Put her on her stomach and fuck her 'til ya dick soft
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The rules to the streets, love
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I met you kinda drunk with a light buzz
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I respect it cuz niggaz ain't shit, you right
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Cuz every bitch need a lil' dick in they life
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I betcha
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[Case]
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Thug life, everybody needs a friend
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Thug life, we all got a space to fill
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Thug life, everybody wanna be on top
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Life, it ain't that funky
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Yes he's got that dropping
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Tell me, what's he puttin' in your mouth?
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[Ja]
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Nigga, ain't nuttin' goin' in need that's trail
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But how told y'all 'bout how we gettin' it now
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40-inch screen nigga, rocks gleam, nigga
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You a customer, and I love a fiend, nigga
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Cuz just like the coke, cook up and come back
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I load up the gat, tell niggaz to hold hat
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Help me, what I do is a stick of genius
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I study the eyes of niggaz who done seen this
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Learn to lean on the mean, yeah
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Coverin' my ground, paying attention to the cracks in the cement
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It's on now cuz I got my vision together
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What y'all thought? I was gon crawl blind forever?
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It's now or never, curupt thoughts 'til I die
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When you talk to me, motherfucker, please look in my eyes
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See my life
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[Chorus to end]
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Thug Life
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Ja Rule |