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(Verse 1)
Ladies call me white Kane
Pure as snow
Like Cocaine
Cutie Pies powder they nose
Ive 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 its two G nigg*
And the world is mine
I was a smart nigg*
Figured if he put me on the spot
Wit hot s**t bubble me up til I rock
Come put me on the block
In a new form and new sound
For Ja Rule and Im feeling like Im too strong
I move on down to D.C.
V.A.
And I even did as far as Californ I.A.
Come to s**t
They fly, they float, they snort, they smoke
Hustle, bag and mope
For more
Down the freeway racing out of control
Its crazy
When you fking wit Rule its shady
(Hook)
if you hustle and stick em
Its your life
girls if your fkin and striping
Its alright 2X
We all got to eat
So live your life
Its alright
girls
Its your life
(Verse 2)
Now I got to hit you wit some other s**t
Sentinella gutta s**t
Four sides of the chrome
Flows smack you wit the rubber grip
Never been a nigg*, 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 girls that shisty s**t
Known the freaks face like that yellow bezel ice s**t
Similar response
Yo that kid spit the nieces
Baby re-intise this
CDs raise they prices
Make a nigg* chain
Paid off in a different name
Maid think they got flame
Shade just hit the brain
Me and Ja fked around and made the teams A list
Two from Two sides
Like a 7/10 split b*tch
(Verse 3)
from the East
Christ from the gun to the mics
Im living my life
Running through hell wit no ice
Its a sin
But Id sell my lost soul to win
Go to bed and die
Then Id wake up breathing again
Cause Im all in
Even though s**t aint right
I wake up sweatin my life every night
Help me
Is it the devil that going to get me
Or is it God dont 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 its cause a nigg* too high strung
Got scary love for gun wit too much weed in my lungs
And still screaming Ja the one
The chosen
The Gods only be gotten son
Its my life
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