It's Your Life-Ja Rule/Shade Sheist

　　　 Artist：ja rule Songs Title：it's your life Album by: Rule 3:36 Artist by: Ja Rule Ladies call me white kane Pure as snow Like coc*ine 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 its two g ni**a And the world is mine I was a smart ni**a Figured if he put me on the spot Wit hot sh*t 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 sh*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 f**king wit rule its shady Niggas if you hustle and stick em Its your life B**ches if your f**kin and striping Its alright 2x We all got to eat So live your life Niggas Its alright B**ches Its your life Now I got to hit you wit some other sh*t Sentinella gutta sh*t Four sides of the chrome Flows smack you wit the rubber grip Never been a ni**a, 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 b**ches that shisty sh*t Known the freaks face like that yellow bezel ice sh*t Similar response Yo that kid spit the nieces Baby re-intise this Cds raise they prices Make a ni**a chain Paid off in a different name Maid think they got flame Shade just hit the brain Me and ja f**ked around and made the teams a list Two niggas from two sides Like a 7/10 split b**ch Niggas from the east Christ from the gun to the mics I'm 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 I'm all in Even though sh*t 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 its cause a ni**a too high strung Got scary love for gun wit too much w**d in my lungs And still niggas screaming ja the one The chosen The gods only be gotten son Its my life