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