The Life Lyrics - Blood In My Eye - Ja Rule

Yeah my nigga Rule, Hussein Fatal 

The outlaw don in this piece motherfucker 

I want to welcome y'all niggas 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 niggas man, them bricks (finish bitch!) 

Ride out nigga 

Uh, yeah 

The life, the life (the life, the life) 

The life, the life (the life, the life) 

The life, the life (the life, the life) 

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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 niggas that live it from hood to hood bang to this, nigga 

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The life, the life (the life, the life) 

Whether your Blood or cause we all gangsta 

The life, the life (the life, the life) 

Whether it's dope or coke we all slang drugs 

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, every time, 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 niggas is 

And when you want the bis 

My brick city outlaws' a bury you niggas 

I'm so cool, when I ain't doin' my numbers 

Let the 

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 

The life, the life (the life, the life) 

Whether your Blood or cause 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) 

Niggas don't want it with us, cause it's Murder 

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 

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 niggas 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 niggas 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 embalming 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 

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 

The life, the life