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ja rule - the life feat. hussein fatal, caddilac tah, & james gotti] lyrics

hussein fatal:
yeah my n-gg- rule, hussein fatal
the outlaw don in this piece motherf-cka
i wanna welcome yall n-gg-z back to the streets (its aight)
you’se confused for a minute but here we are
my n-gg- cadd in this motherf-cker
i got my n-gg-s man
the bricks city
b-tch, ride out
ja rule:
the life (3x)
yo what up world its rule public enemy number 1
its cool my new best friend is my pistol
and anybody that want it i got chus
runnin the inc over ya head dont make me gun but it
do u like manolo put two in ya stomach
flash the burner on b-tches like stacks of hundreds
im livin my life my life
what better than ice an h-ll
when you cookin up c-ke to sell
it’ll be the little statistics of pictures of prince
sellin for me to keep the operation p-ssed
we enourmous someone said the inc is murderous
you dont want us to strap up and blaze the strip
but if need be we bang out like bloodz in crips
strap on the nozzles and extend the clips
murda meets gangsta sh-t
and all my n-gg-z that live it from hood to hood
bang to this n-gg-
chorus:
the life (echoes)
wetha you blood or cuz
we all gangsta
the life (echoes)
wetha you dope or c-ke
we all slang drugs
hussein fatal:
im the posta child im suppose to wild
with the toast im foul
im murder inc mob money
like oprah style
look here back to the block
to get that green
put a hole through a n-gg- shoulder as soon as the beam glow
prolly raid u in the face
give me a break imma rapper out here to stay
dont make me do what i say
jus let me say what i do
cuz imma put it in a rhyme everytime i got to spray up your crew
i aint lickin off shots to warn em
jus a pop straight to the dome
on the real g-unit n-gg- glock and all
hoes believe im the one to get
stupid in the booth with rule i told yall there was a gun in this b-tch
now i expose how scary u n-gg-s is
and when u want the biz my brick city outlaws will bury u n-gg-s
im so cool when i be doin my numbers
caddilac tah:
yea,
motherf-cker
with the k in the waist
and sh-lls get to droppin
u better duck and get up poppin or get left with the cops
gagnsta yeah put that first
put a n-gg- d-ck in the dirt
lace shots to the face hopin he shook gay
john doe unidentified i always h-t em high when i dump let it fly
hit em once with the 45 n-gg- i had a picture on top of the coffin
murder inc bolsters
chorus:
the life (echoes)
wetha you blood or cuz
we all gangsta
the life (echoes)
wetha you dope or c-ke
we all slang drugs
the life (echoes)
wetha you home or stuck up
you still gone f-ck
n-gg-z dont want it with us cuz its murda
james gotti:
u think you hard as f-ck
but when the slug hit u dead if ya name aint armored truck
murder inc outlaws and the floys is here bang bang shoot em up or boys is near
stampedin anything in our way will attract war
if you smart you’ll slide over like handicap doors
i aint a killer i jus spark alot
so when i squeeze im turnin your whole block into a parkin lot
understand im the grimey floy wanna trip to death then try me for it
crazy since 94
thats why cats dont hang around me like chinese stores
one step ahead of you get more guys
u strap wit 44’s we strapped wit 45’s
f-ck talk get the chalk out
you’ll be lucky if u able to crawl or walk out
ja rule:
i live the mob life
so when i pop up in your life and i pop twice
get down i spits more than rounds
and n-gg-s bleed heavier than hoes on they period
this sound gotta move faster than ferious
but nah i aint ludacris
im here to let you n-gg-s no i aint new to this
gun but ya b-tch
thats the way i get down beieve my style
its murda clap a n-gg- then hide the burna
lern ya balm ya like imbalmin fluid
intil your limbs feel the loss of movement
in the hospital critical livin again its murda
yea gun subliminal style and bang with nothin but criminals
its rule n-gg- u no these other cats is pitiful
the rap gods is spiritual
the god is ja rule lets not get it confused
chorus:
the life (echoes)
wetha you blood or cuz
we all gangsta
the life (echoes)
wetha you dope or c-ke
we all slang drugs
the life (echoes)
wetha you home or stuck up
you still gone f-ck
n-gg-z dont want it with us cuz its murda

- ja rule lyrics

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