| Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
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| Ja Rule, uh
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| Shade and Irv Gotti
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| Niggas don’t want none of this
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| Ladies call me white Kane, pure as snow
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| Like cocaine, cutie-pies powder they nose
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| I’ve been preaching to the stars
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| Ladies be livin' real harder
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| A lot of icons, but consider me God
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| Born in the seventies
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| The eighties was growing wit time
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| Now it’s two G nigga
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| And the world is mine
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| I was a smart nigga
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| Figured if he put me on the spot
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| Wit hot shit bubble me up 'til I rock
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| Come put me on the block
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| In a new form and new sound
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| For Ja Rule and I’m feeling like I’m too strong
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| I move on down to D.C., V. A
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| And I even did as far as Californ-I-A
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| Come to shit
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| They fly, they float, they snort, they smoke
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| Hustle, bag and mope
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| For more
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| Down the freeway racing out of control, it’s crazy
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| When you fucking with Rule it’s shady
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| Niggas if you hustle and stick 'em
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| It’s your life
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| Bitches if you fuckin' and striping
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| It’s alright
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| We all got to eat
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| So live your life
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| Niggas, it’s alright
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| Bitches, it’s your life
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| Bitches if you fuckin' and striping
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| It’s alright
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| Niggas if you hustle and stick 'em
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| It’s your life
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| We all got to eat
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| So live your life
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| Bitches, it’s your life
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| Niggas, it’s alright
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| Now I got to hit you with some other shit
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| Sentinella gutta shit
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| Four sides of the chrome
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| Flows smack you with the rubber grip
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| Never been a nigga, niggas wanna play they cards wit
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| See me in the dark whip
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| Better go call your guards quick
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| Better go hit the block and tell them bitches that shisty shit
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| Known the freaks face like that yellow bezel ice shit
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| Similar response, yo that kid spit the nicest
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| Baby re-intice this, CD’s raise they prices
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| Make a nigga chain, said off in a different name
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| Maid think they got flame, Shade just hit the brain
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| Me and Ja fucked around and made the teams A-list
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| Two niggas from two sides, like a 7/10 split bitch
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| Niggas if you hustle and stick 'em
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| It’s your life
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| Bitches if you fuckin' and striping
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| It’s alright
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| We all got to eat
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| So live your life
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| Niggas, it’s alright
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| Bitches, it’s your life
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| Bitches if you fuckin' and striping
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| It’s alright
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| Niggas if you hustle and stick 'em
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| It’s your life
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| We all got to eat
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| So live your life
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| Bitches, it’s your life
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| Niggas, it’s alright
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| Niggas from the East
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| Christ from the gun to the mics
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| I’m living my life
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| Running through hell with no ice
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| It’s a sin
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| But I’d sell my lost soul to win
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| Go to bed and die
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| Then I’d wake up breathing again
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| Cause I’m all in
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| Even though shit ain’t right
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| I wake up sweatin' my life every night
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| Help me, is it the devil that going to get me
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| Or is it God don’t feel like being bothered with me
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| So hard to hit me, this life a sacrifice
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| If I grow blind through the dark my kids gonna see the light
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| If I die young it’s cause a nigga too high strung
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| Got scary love for gun wit too much weed in my lungs
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| And still niggas screaming Ja the one, the chosen
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| The God’s only begotten son, it’s my life
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| Niggas if you hustle and stick 'em
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| It’s your life
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| Bitches if you fuckin' and striping
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| It’s alright
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| We all got to eat
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| So live your life
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| Niggas, it’s alright
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| Bitches, it’s your life
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| Bitches if you fuckin' and striping
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| It’s alright
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| Niggas if you hustle and stick 'em
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| It’s your life
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| We all got to eat
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| So live your life
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| Bitches, it’s your life
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| Niggas, it’s alright |