It's Your Life    
             
(Verse 1) 

Ladies call me white Kane 
Pure as snow 
Like Cocaine 
Cutie Pies 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 til 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 

(Hook) 

Niggas if you hustle and stick ‘em 
It’s your life 
Bitches if your Fuckin and striping 
It’s alright 2X 
We all got to eat 
So live your life 
Niggas 
It’s alright 
Bitches 
It’s your life 

(Verse 2) 

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 nieces 
Baby re-intise this 
CD’s raise they prices 
Make a nigga chain 
Paid 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 


(Verse 3) 

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 be gotten son 
It’s my life 


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