It's Your Life (Album Version|Explicit)

Ladies call me white kane

Pure as snow

Like c*****e

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 n***a

And the world is mine

I was a smart n***a

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 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 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 f**king wit rule its shady

N***as if you hustle and stick em

Its your life

B***hes if your f**kin and striping

Its alright 2x

We all got to eat

So live your life

N***as

Its alright

B***hes

Its your life

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 n***a n***as 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***hes 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 n***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 n***as from two sides

N***as 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 s**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 n***a too high strung

Got scary love for gun wit too much w**d in my lungs

And still n***as screaming ja the one

The chosen

The gods only be gotten son

Its my life