Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Life, artist - Ja Rule. Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Song language: English
The Life |
| 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 |
| The life, the life (the life, the life) |
| The life, the life (the life, the life) |
| The life, the life (the life, the life) |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 … |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| The life, the life |