The Life (feat. Hussein Fatal, Caddillac Tah & James Gotti)

Yeah, my ****, Rule, Hussein fatal

The outlaw don in the piece, motherfucker

I wanna welcome y'all **** back to the streets

It's aight

You was confused for a minute, but here we are

My ****, Cad in this motherfucker

I got my ****, man, them bricks, finish, bitch

Ride out, ****

Uh, yeah

The life, the life

The life, the life

The life, the life

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

The end over your head, don't make me gun butt it

Do you like Manolo, put two in your stomach

And flash the burner on bitches like stacks of hunnids

I'm living my life, my life, what gets better than ice in Hell

When you cooking 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 nozzles and extend the clips

Murder meets gangster shit

And all my **** that live it from hood to hood bang to this, ****

The life, the life

Whether you're Blood or 'cause we all gangster

The life, the life

Whether it's dope or coke, we all slang drugs

I'm the street's poster child, I'm supposed to wow

With the toast, I'm foul, my Murder Inc, mob money, Oprah style

For me, it's back to the block, that get that green

Known to put a hole through a ****'s shoulder soon as the beam glow

Probably graze you in the face, give me a break

I'm a 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 every time I'm 'bout to spray up your crew

And I ain't licking off shots to warn 'em

Pistol pop swift to the dome on the real G-Unit, ****, glock and all

And 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 bitch

Now I expose how scary you **** is

And when you want the biz

My brick city outlaws'll bury you, ****

I'm so cool, when I ain't doing my numbers

Okay, motherfucker, when the bounce came, lead the way

And shells get to dropping, you better duck

And get up popping, don't get left with the cops

Gangster, yeah, put that work in

Put a ****' dick in the dirt, lace shots to the face

Hoping it shut case, John Doe, unidentified

I always hit 'em high when I dump and let it fly

Now once with four-five, ****, I had a picture on top of the coffin

Murder Inc. bosses

The life, the life

Whether you're Blood or 'cause we all gangster

The life, the life

Whether it's dope or coke, we all slang drugs

The life, the life

Whether you're hoeing or stuck up, we're still gon' fuck

The life, the life

**** don't want it with us 'cause it's murder

Okay, you hard as fuck

But when the slug hit, you dead if your name ain't armored truck

Murder Inc., Outlawz and the Floyd's is here

Bang bang, shoot 'em up, cowboys is near

Stampeding, anything in our way, we'll attract war

If you smart, you'll slide over like handicap doors

I ain't a killer, I just spark a lot

So when I squeeze, I'm turning 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

Fuck talk and get the chalk out

You'll be lucky if you able to crawl or walk out

I live the pop life

So when I pop up in your life, finna pop twice

Get down, I spits more than rounds

And **** bleed heavier than hoes on they period

This sound got em' moving faster than furious

But, nah, I ain't Ludacris

I'm here to let y'all **** know I ain't new to this

Gun butt your bitch

That's the way I get down, believe my style is murder

Clap a ****, dipped and hide the burner

The rule to learn you're bomb, you're like embalming fluid

Until your limbs feel a loss of movement

In the hospital, in critical living

That's minimal, who done it? It's murder

Yeah, that's subliminal

Who gets down and bangs with nothing but criminals?

Rule, ****, you know it, these other cats is pitiful

Being a rap god is spiritual

Your God is Ja Rule, ****, let's not get it confused

The life, the life

Whether you're Blood or 'cause we all gangster

The life, the life

Whether it's dope or coke, we all slang drugs

The life, the life

Whether you're hoeing or stuck up, we're still gon' fuck

The life, the life

**** don't want it with us 'cause it's murder

The life, the life