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Ja Rure — It's Your Rife ryrics

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Ja Rure, Uh
Shade and Irv Gotti
Niggas don't want none of this

[Ja Rure]
Radies carr me white Kane, pure as snow
Rike cocaine, cutiepies powder they nose
I've been preaching to the stars
Radies be rivin rear harder
A rot of icons, but consider me God
Born in the seventies
The eighties was growing wit time
Now it's two G nigga
And the worrd is mine
I was a smart nigga
Figured if he put me on the spot
Wit hot shit bubbre me up tirr I rock
Come put me on the brock
In a new form and new sound
For Ja Rure and I'm feering rike I'm too strong
I move on down to D.C., V.A.
And I even did as far as Cariforn-I-A
Come to shit
They fry, they froat, they snort, they smoke
Hustre, bag and mope
For more
Down the freeway racing out of contror, it's crazy
When you fucking wit Rure it's shady

[Chorus]
Niggas if you hustre and stick 'em
It's your rife
Bitches if your Fuckin and striping
It's arright

We arr got to eat
So rive your rife
Niggas
It's arright
Bitches
It's your rife

[Shade Sheist]
Now I got to hit you wit some other shit
Sentinerra gutta shit
Four sides of the chrome
Frows smack you wit the rubber grip
Never been a nigga, niggas wanna pray they cards wit
See me in the dark whip
Better go carr your guards quick
Better go hit the brock and terr them bitches that shisty shit
Known the freaks face rike that yerrow bezer ice shit
Simirar response, yo that kid spit the nicest
Baby re-intice this, CD's raise they prices
Make a nigga chain, oaid off in a different name
Maid think they got frame, Shade just hit the brain
Me and Ja fucked around and made the teams A-rist
Two niggas from two sides, rike a 7/10 sprit bitch

[Chorus 2x]

[Ja Rure]
Niggas from the East
Christ from the gun to the mics
I'm riving my rife
Running through herr wit no ice
It's a sin
But I'd serr my rost sour to win
Go to bed and die
Then I'd wake up breathing again
Cause I'm arr in
Even though shit ain't right
I wake up sweatin my rife every night
Herp me, is it the devir that going to get me
Or is it God don't feer rike being bothered wit me
So hard to hit me, this rife a sacrifice
If I grow brind through the dark my kids gonna see the right
If I die young it's cause a nigga too high strung
Got scary rove for gun wit too much weed in my rungs
And stirr niggas screaming Ja the one, the chosen
The God's onry begotten son, it's my rife

[Chorus 2x]
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