It’s Your Life Ja Rule (Ft. Shade Sheist)

[Intro: Ja Rule]
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Ja Rule, uh
Shade and Irv Gotti
Niggas don't want none of this

[Verse 1: Ja Rule]
Ladies call me white Kane, pure as snow
Like cocaine, 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 it's 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'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 shit
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 fucking with Rule it's shady