| (Verse 1) | |
| Ladies call me white Kane | |
| Pure as snow | |
| Like Cocaine | |
| Cutie Pies powder they nose | |
| Ie 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 two G nigga | |
| And the world is mine | |
| I was a smart nigga | |
| Figured if he put me on the spot | |
| Wit hot shit bubble me up til I rock | |
| Come put me on the block | |
| In a new form and new sound | |
| For Ja Rule and I feeling like I too strong | |
| I move on down to D.C. | |
| V.A. | |
| And I even did as far as Californ I.A. | |
| Come to shit | |
| They fly, they float, they snort, they smoke | |
| Hustle, bag and mope | |
| For more | |
| Down the freeway racing out of control | |
| It crazy | |
| When you fucking wit Rule it shady | |
| (Hook) | |
| Niggas if you hustle and stick m | |
| It your life | |
| Bitches if your Fuckin and striping | |
| It alright 2X | |
| We all got to eat | |
| So live your life | |
| Niggas | |
| It alright | |
| Bitches | |
| It your life | |
| (Verse 2) | |
| Now I got to hit you wit some other shit | |
| Sentinella gutta shit | |
| Four sides of the chrome | |
| Flows smack you wit the rubber grip | |
| Never been a nigga, niggas 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 bitches that shisty shit | |
| Known the freaks face like that yellow bezel ice shit | |
| Similar response | |
| Yo that kid spit the nieces | |
| Baby re-intise this | |
| CD raise they prices | |
| Make a nigga chain | |
| Paid off in a different name | |
| Maid think they got flame | |
| Shade just hit the brain | |
| Me and Ja fucked around and made the teams A list | |
| Two niggas from Two sides | |
| Like a 7/10 split bitch | |
| (Verse 3) | |
| Niggas from the East | |
| Christ from the gun to the mics | |
| I living my life | |
| Running through hell wit no ice | |
| It a sin | |
| But I sell my lost soul to win | |
| Go to bed and die | |
| Then I wake up breathing again | |
| Cause I all in | |
| Even though shit ain 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 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 cause a nigga too high strung | |
| Got scary love for gun wit too much weed in my lungs | |
| And still niggas screaming Ja the one | |
| The chosen | |
| The God only be gotten son | |
| It my life |
| Verse 1 | |
| Ladies call me white Kane | |
| Pure as snow | |
| Like Cocaine | |
| Cutie Pies powder they nose | |
| I e 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 two G nigga | |
| And the world is mine | |
| I was a smart nigga | |
| Figured if he put me on the spot | |
| Wit hot shit bubble me up til I rock | |
| Come put me on the block | |
| In a new form and new sound | |
| For Ja Rule and I feeling like I too strong | |
| I move on down to D. C. | |
| V. A. | |
| And I even did as far as Californ I. A. | |
| Come to shit | |
| They fly, they float, they snort, they smoke | |
| Hustle, bag and mope | |
| For more | |
| Down the freeway racing out of control | |
| It crazy | |
| When you fucking wit Rule it shady | |
| Hook | |
| Niggas if you hustle and stick m | |
| It your life | |
| Bitches if your Fuckin and striping | |
| It alright 2X | |
| We all got to eat | |
| So live your life | |
| Niggas | |
| It alright | |
| Bitches | |
| It your life | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Now I got to hit you wit some other shit | |
| Sentinella gutta shit | |
| Four sides of the chrome | |
| Flows smack you wit the rubber grip | |
| Never been a nigga, niggas 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 bitches that shisty shit | |
| Known the freaks face like that yellow bezel ice shit | |
| Similar response | |
| Yo that kid spit the nieces | |
| Baby reintise this | |
| CD raise they prices | |
| Make a nigga chain | |
| Paid off in a different name | |
| Maid think they got flame | |
| Shade just hit the brain | |
| Me and Ja fucked around and made the teams A list | |
| Two niggas from Two sides | |
| Like a 7 10 split bitch | |
| Verse 3 | |
| Niggas from the East | |
| Christ from the gun to the mics | |
| I living my life | |
| Running through hell wit no ice | |
| It a sin | |
| But I sell my lost soul to win | |
| Go to bed and die | |
| Then I wake up breathing again | |
| Cause I all in | |
| Even though shit ain 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 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 cause a nigga too high strung | |
| Got scary love for gun wit too much weed in my lungs | |
| And still niggas screaming Ja the one | |
| The chosen | |
| The God only be gotten son | |
| It my life |
| Verse 1 | |
| Ladies call me white Kane | |
| Pure as snow | |
| Like Cocaine | |
| Cutie Pies powder they nose | |
| I e 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 two G nigga | |
| And the world is mine | |
| I was a smart nigga | |
| Figured if he put me on the spot | |
| Wit hot shit bubble me up til I rock | |
| Come put me on the block | |
| In a new form and new sound | |
| For Ja Rule and I feeling like I too strong | |
| I move on down to D. C. | |
| V. A. | |
| And I even did as far as Californ I. A. | |
| Come to shit | |
| They fly, they float, they snort, they smoke | |
| Hustle, bag and mope | |
| For more | |
| Down the freeway racing out of control | |
| It crazy | |
| When you fucking wit Rule it shady | |
| Hook | |
| Niggas if you hustle and stick m | |
| It your life | |
| Bitches if your Fuckin and striping | |
| It alright 2X | |
| We all got to eat | |
| So live your life | |
| Niggas | |
| It alright | |
| Bitches | |
| It your life | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Now I got to hit you wit some other shit | |
| Sentinella gutta shit | |
| Four sides of the chrome | |
| Flows smack you wit the rubber grip | |
| Never been a nigga, niggas 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 bitches that shisty shit | |
| Known the freaks face like that yellow bezel ice shit | |
| Similar response | |
| Yo that kid spit the nieces | |
| Baby reintise this | |
| CD raise they prices | |
| Make a nigga chain | |
| Paid off in a different name | |
| Maid think they got flame | |
| Shade just hit the brain | |
| Me and Ja fucked around and made the teams A list | |
| Two niggas from Two sides | |
| Like a 7 10 split bitch | |
| Verse 3 | |
| Niggas from the East | |
| Christ from the gun to the mics | |
| I living my life | |
| Running through hell wit no ice | |
| It a sin | |
| But I sell my lost soul to win | |
| Go to bed and die | |
| Then I wake up breathing again | |
| Cause I all in | |
| Even though shit ain 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 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 cause a nigga too high strung | |
| Got scary love for gun wit too much weed in my lungs | |
| And still niggas screaming Ja the one | |
| The chosen | |
| The God only be gotten son | |
| It my life |
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