Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Ja Rule, Uh
Shade and Irv Gotti

^!$$%s don't want none of this

[Ja Rule]

Ladies call me white Kane, pure as snow
Like cocaine, cutiepies 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 it's two G ^!$$%
And the world is mine

I was a smart ^!$$%
Figured if he put me on the spot
Wit hot %#@! bubble me up till 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 %#@!

They fly, they float, they snort, they smoke
Hustle, bag and mope
For more

Down the freeway racing out of control, it's crazy
When you $#&@ing wit Rule it's shady


[Chorus]
^!$$%s if you hustle and stick 'em
It's your life

(*##$es if your $#&@in and striping
It's alright


We all got to eat
So live your life
^!$$%s

It's alright
(*##$es
It's your life


[Shade Sheist]
Now I got to hit you wit some other %#@!

Sentinella gutta %#@!
Four sides of the chrome
Flows smack you wit the rubber grip

Never been a ^!$$%, ^!$$%s 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 (*##$es that shisty %#@!
Known the freaks face like that yellow bezel ice %#@!
Similar response, yo that kid spit the nicest

Baby re-intice this, CD's raise they prices
Make a ^!$$% chain, oaid off in a different name
Maid think they got flame, Shade just hit the brain

Me and Ja $#&@ed around and made the teams A-list
Two ^!$$%s from two sides, like a 7/10 split (*##$


[Chorus 2x]

[Ja Rule]

^!$$%s from the East
Christ from the gun to the mics
I'm living my life

Running through hell wit no ice
It's a sin
But I'd sell my lost soul to win

Go to bed and die
Then I'd wake up breathing again
Cause I'm all in

Even though %#@! 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 it's cause a ^!$$% too high strung
Got scary love for gun wit too much weed in my lungs

And still ^!$$%s screaming Ja the one, the chosen
The God's only begotten son, it's my life

[Chorus 2x]