Lyric Thug Life
[Ja Rule]
Ja Rule, yeah
Irv Gotti, uh, huh
Big Rob, haha
It s how we do it
Yeah, it s my life
[Case]
What s the matter with your life?
[Ja]
Everything from the evils to price, from the guns to mic
I m livin my life runnin through hell with no wife
It s a sin, but I tell my lost soul to win
Go to bed and die, then wake up breathin again
Cuz I m all in even though shit ain t right
I wake up, sweating my life every night
Tell me, is you the devil that gon get me?
Or is God don t feel like bein bothered with?
So hard to hit me, but this life I sacrifice
Fuck chrome lines in the dark, my daughter gon see the light
If I die young it s cuz a nigga too high strung
Got a scary love for guns but too much weed in my lungs
Still niggaz screamin Ja s the one
Chosen like God s only begotten son
It s my life
[Case]
Thug life, everybody needs a friend
Thug life, we all got a space to fill
Thug life, everybody wanna be on top
Life, it ain t that funky
Yes he s got that dropping
Tell me, what s the matter with your bitch?
[Ja]
Baby, I don t respect shit, with diamonds and live reckless
Pushing the six, top speed, getting my dick licked
I m childish, one of a kind, one of my own
I m about to take these freak hoes to levels unknown
Touch a little, later on, fuck a little
The more resist the better, I m in it for whatever
Feel me, I don t need weed to get high
Some good head make a nigga kiss the sky
No lie, but if she ain t right, turn the lights off
Put her on her stomach and fuck her til ya dick soft
The rules to the streets, love
I met you kinda drunk with a light buzz
I respect it cuz niggaz ain t shit, you right
Cuz every bitch need a lil dick in they life
I betcha
[Case]
Thug life, everybody needs a friend
Thug life, we all got a space to fill
Thug life, everybody wanna be on top
Life, it ain t that funky
Yes he s got that dropping
Tell me, what s he puttin in your mouth?
[Ja]
Nigga, ain t nuttin goin in need that s trail
But how told y all bout how we gettin it now
40-inch screen nigga, rocks gleam, nigga
You a customer, and I love a fiend, nigga
Cuz just like the coke, cook up and come back
I load up the gat, tell niggaz to hold hat
Help me, what I do is a stick of genius
I study the eyes of niggaz who done seen this
Learn to lean on the mean, yeah
Coverin my ground, paying attention to the cracks in the cement
It s on now cuz I got my vision together
What y all thought? I was gon crawl blind forever?
It s now or never, curupt thoughts til I die
When you talk to me, motherfucker, please look in my eyes
See my life
[Chorus to end]
Ja Rule, yeah
Irv Gotti, uh, huh
Big Rob, haha
It s how we do it
Yeah, it s my life
[Case]
What s the matter with your life?
[Ja]
Everything from the evils to price, from the guns to mic
I m livin my life runnin through hell with no wife
It s a sin, but I tell my lost soul to win
Go to bed and die, then wake up breathin again
Cuz I m all in even though shit ain t right
I wake up, sweating my life every night
Tell me, is you the devil that gon get me?
Or is God don t feel like bein bothered with?
So hard to hit me, but this life I sacrifice
Fuck chrome lines in the dark, my daughter gon see the light
If I die young it s cuz a nigga too high strung
Got a scary love for guns but too much weed in my lungs
Still niggaz screamin Ja s the one
Chosen like God s only begotten son
It s my life
[Case]
Thug life, everybody needs a friend
Thug life, we all got a space to fill
Thug life, everybody wanna be on top
Life, it ain t that funky
Yes he s got that dropping
Tell me, what s the matter with your bitch?
[Ja]
Baby, I don t respect shit, with diamonds and live reckless
Pushing the six, top speed, getting my dick licked
I m childish, one of a kind, one of my own
I m about to take these freak hoes to levels unknown
Touch a little, later on, fuck a little
The more resist the better, I m in it for whatever
Feel me, I don t need weed to get high
Some good head make a nigga kiss the sky
No lie, but if she ain t right, turn the lights off
Put her on her stomach and fuck her til ya dick soft
The rules to the streets, love
I met you kinda drunk with a light buzz
I respect it cuz niggaz ain t shit, you right
Cuz every bitch need a lil dick in they life
I betcha
[Case]
Thug life, everybody needs a friend
Thug life, we all got a space to fill
Thug life, everybody wanna be on top
Life, it ain t that funky
Yes he s got that dropping
Tell me, what s he puttin in your mouth?
[Ja]
Nigga, ain t nuttin goin in need that s trail
But how told y all bout how we gettin it now
40-inch screen nigga, rocks gleam, nigga
You a customer, and I love a fiend, nigga
Cuz just like the coke, cook up and come back
I load up the gat, tell niggaz to hold hat
Help me, what I do is a stick of genius
I study the eyes of niggaz who done seen this
Learn to lean on the mean, yeah
Coverin my ground, paying attention to the cracks in the cement
It s on now cuz I got my vision together
What y all thought? I was gon crawl blind forever?
It s now or never, curupt thoughts til I die
When you talk to me, motherfucker, please look in my eyes
See my life
[Chorus to end]
