It's Your Life(Album Version (Edited)) feat. Shade Sheist

歌詞

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Ja Rule, Uh Shade and Irv Gotti Niggas don't want none of this [Ja Rule] Ladies call me white Kane, pure as snow Like cocaine, cutiepies powder they nose I've been preaching to the stars Ladies be livin real harder A lot of icons, but consider me God Born in the seventies The eighties was growing wit time Now it's two G nigga And the world is mine I was a smart nigga Figured if he put me on the spot Wit hot shit bubble me up till I rock Come put me on the block In a new form and new sound For Ja Rule and I'm feeling like I'm too strong I move on down to D.C., V.A. And I even did as far as Californ-I-A Come to shit They fly, they float, they snort, they smoke Hustle, bag and mope For more Down the freeway racing out of control, it's crazy When you fucking wit Rule it's shady [Chorus] Niggas if you hustle and stick 'em It's your life Bitches if your Fuckin and striping It's alright We all got to eat So live your life Niggas It's alright Bitches It's your life [Shade Sheist] Now I got to hit you wit some other shit Sentinella gutta shit Four sides of the chrome Flows smack you wit the rubber grip Never been a nigga, niggas wanna play they cards wit See me in the dark whip Better go call your guards quick Better go hit the block and tell them bitches that shisty shit Known the freaks face like that yellow bezel ice shit Similar response, yo that kid spit the nicest Baby re-intice this, CD's raise they prices Make a nigga chain, oaid off in a different name Maid think they got flame, Shade just hit the brain Me and Ja fucked around and made the teams A-list Two niggas from two sides, like a 7/10 split bitch [Chorus 2x] [Ja Rule] Niggas from the East Christ from the gun to the mics I'm living my life Running through hell wit no ice It's a sin But I'd sell my lost soul to win Go to bed and die Then I'd wake up breathing again Cause I'm all in Even though shit ain't right I wake up sweatin my life every night Help me, is it the devil that going to get me Or is it God don't feel like being bothered wit me So hard to hit me, this life a sacrifice If I grow blind through the dark my kids gonna see the light If I die young it's cause a nigga too high strung Got scary love for gun wit too much weed in my lungs And still niggas screaming Ja the one, the chosen The God's only begotten son, it's my life Chorus 2x