Thug Life Lyrics - Ja Rule

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 

'cause 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 'cause 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 

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(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 rule- 

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 

'cause every bitch need a lil' dick in they life 

I betcha 

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(chorus) 

Case- 

Tell me, what's he puttin' in your mouth? 

Ja rule- 

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 

'cause 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 'cause 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 till fade...)