Ja Rule

Ja Rule - Thug Life lyrics

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[Case]
 What's the matter with your life?

 [Ja Rule]
 Everything from weed  price  from the gun to mic
 I'm livin' my life runnin' through hell with no wife
 It's sick  tell my lil' soldier Will
 Go to bed and die  then wake up breathin' again
 Cuz I'm all in even though the 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' involved wit' me
 Too hard to hit me, but this life I sacrifice
 My chrome lies to the dark, my daughter gon' see the light
 If I die young it's cuz this nigga too high strung
 It's scary to love a girl with too much weed in my lungs
 Still niggas screamin' Ja's the one
 Jokin' like God don't even got a son
 My life

 [Chorus -Case]
 Thug life, everybody needs a clown
 Thug life, love God sent to give
 Thug life, everybody wanna be on top
 Everybody livin' funky
 ?Every drop that's dropping?

 [Case]
 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 lick the freak hoes with 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 these to get high
 Give head to make a nigga kiss the sky
 No lie, when shit ain't right, turn the lights off
 Put her on her stomach and fuck her 'til ya dick soft
 When you on the streets, love, I met you
 Kinda drunk with a light buzz, I respect you
 Made me pay shit, you right
 Cuz every bitch need a lil' dick in they life
 I betcha

 [Chorus]

 [Case]
 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 it's like the coke, cook up and come back
 I load up the gat, tell niggas to hold hat
 Help me, what I do is a trick of genius
 I study the eyes of niggas who drunk semen
 Learn to lean on the mean, yeah
 Coverin' my ground, paying chips through the crack 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
 My life

 [Chorus to end
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