Thug Life lyrics

Artist  : Rule Ja 
Song : Thug Life



 Send "Thug Life" Ringtone to your Cell 

 												
														   featuring Case  

  

 [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  

 Cuz 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 cuz 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  

  

 [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]  

 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  

 Cuz every bitch need a lil' dick in they life 


 I betcha  

  

 [Chorus]  

  

 [Case]  

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

  

 [Ja]  

 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  

 Cuz 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 cuz 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 to end