Thug Life Lyrics

Thug Life lyrics

[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]