Ja Rule Lyrics

Album: BLOOD IN MY EYE

The Life Lyrics

(feat. Hussein Fatal, Caddillac Tah, James Gotti)

 [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]