The Life

(feat. Hussein Fatal, Caddillac Tah, James Gotti)

Intro - Hussein Fatal - talking
woman - harmonizing in background
Yeah my nigg* Rule, Hussein Fatal
The outlaw don in this piece motherfker
I want to welcome y'all back to the streets (it's alright!)
You's confused for a minute but here we are
My nigg* Cad in this motherfker
I got my man, them bricks (finish b*tch!)
Ride out nigg*
Uh, yeah

Break - Ja Rule (Hussein Fatal talks over Break)
The life, the life (the life, the life)
The life, the life (the life, the life)
The life, the life (the life, the life)

Verse 1 - Ja Rule
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 b*tt it
Do you like Manolo, put two in your stomach
And flash the burner on girls 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 s**t
And all my that live it from hood to hood bang to this, nigg*

Chorus #1 - Ja Rule
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

Verse 2 - Hussein Fatal
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 nigg*'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, everytime, about to spray up your crew
And I ain't l*ckin off shots to warn 'em
Just a pop swift to the dome, on the real "G-Unit" nigg*, 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 b*tch
Now I expose how scary you is
And when you want the bis
My brick city outlaws' a bury you
I'm so cool, when I ain't doin my numbers
Let the ...

Verse 3 - Caddillac Tah
Okay, motherfkers 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 nigg* d*ck in the dirt
Lace shots to the face
Hopin it shut case, John Doe
Unidentified, I always h*t 'em high when I dump and let it fly
Now once with 45 nigg* I had a picture on top of the coffin
Murder Inc. bosses

Chorus #2 - Ja Rule
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' fk
The life, the life (the life, the life ...)
don't want it with us, cause it's Murder

Verse 4 - James Gotti
Okay you hard as fk
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
fk talk get the chalk out
You'll be lucky if your able to crawl or walk out

Verse 5 - Ja Rule
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 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 know I ain't new to this
Gun b*tt your b*tch
That's the way I get down, believe my style is Murder
Clap a nigg*, dipped and hide the burner
The rule to learn ya bomb ya like embalmin 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 nigg* you know it, these others cats is pitiful
Bein a rap God is spiritual
Your God is Ja Rule nigg* let's not get it confused, haha

Chorus #2

The life, the life echo