[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]