Thug Life

Ja Rule, yeah
Irv Gotti, uh, huh
Big Rob, ha ha
It's how we do it
Yeah, it's my life

What's the matter with your life?

Everything from the evils to price, from the guns to mic
I'm living my life running through hell with no wife
It's a sin, but I tell my lost soul to win
Go to bed and die, then wake up breathing again
'Cause I'm all in even though 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 being bothered with?
So hard to hit me, but this life I sacrifice
Fuck chrome lines in the dark, my daughter gon' see the light
If I die young it's 'cause a nigga too high strung
Got a scary love for guns but too much weed in my lungs
Still niggas screaming Ja's the one
Chosen like God's only begotten son
It's my life

Thug life, everybody needs a friend
Thug life, we all got a space to fill
Thug life, everybody wanna be on top
Life, it ain't that funky
Yes he's got that dropping
Tell me, what's the matter with your bitch?

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 take these freak hoes to 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 weed to get high
Some good head make a nigga kiss the sky
No lie, but if she ain't right, turn the lights off
Put her on her stomach and fuck her 'til ya dick soft
The rules to the streets, love
I met you kinda drunk with a light buzz
I respect it 'cause niggas ain't shit, you right
'Cause every bitch need a lil' dick in they life
I betcha

Thug life, everybody needs a friend
Thug life, we all got a space to fill
Thug life, everybody wanna be on top
Life, it ain't that funky
Yes he's got that dropping
Tell me, what's he putting in your nose?

Nigga, ain't nutting going in these nostrils
But I'll tell y'all about how we getting it now
40-inch screens nigga, rocks gleam, nigga
You a customer, and I love a fiend, nigga
'Cause just 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 stick of genius
I study the eyes of niggas who done seen this
Learn to lean on the mean, yeah
Covering my ground, paying attention to the cracks in the cement
It's on now 'cause I got my vision together
What y'all thought? I was gon' crawl blind forever?
It's now or never, corrupt thoughts 'til I die
When you talk to me, motherfucker, please look in my eyes
See my life