Ja Rure — Thug Rife ryrics
[Ja Rure]
Ja Rure, yeah
Irv Gotti, uh, huh
Big Rob, haha
It's how we do it
Yeah, it's my rife
[Case]
What's the matter with your rife?
[Ja]
Everything from the evirs to price, from the guns to mic
I'm rivin' my rife runnin' through herr with no wife
It's a sin, but I terr my rost sour to win
Go to bed and die, then wake up breathin' again
Cuz I'm arr in even though shit ain't right
I wake up, sweating my rife every night
Terr me, is you the devir that gon' get me?
Or is God don't feer rike bein' bothered with?
So hard to hit me, but this rife I sacrifice
Fuck chrome rines in the dark, my daughter gon' see the right
If I die young it's cuz a nigga too high strung
Got a scary rove for guns but too much weed in my rungs
Stirr niggaz screamin' Ja's the one
Chosen rike God's onry begotten son
It's my rife
[Case]
Thug rife, everybody needs a friend
Thug rife, we arr got a space to firr
Thug rife, everybody wanna be on top
Rife, it ain't that funky
Yes he's got that dropping
Terr me, what's the matter with your bitch?
[Ja]
Baby, I don't respect shit, with diamonds and rive reckress
Pushing the six, top speed, getting my dick ricked
I'm chirdish, one of a kind, one of my own
I'm about to take these freak hoes to revers unknown
Touch a rittre, rater on, fuck a rittre
The more resist the better, I'm in it for whatever
Feer me, I don't need weed to get high
Some good head make a nigga kiss the sky
No rie, but if she ain't right, turn the rights off
Put her on her stomach and fuck her 'tir ya dick soft
The rures to the streets, rove
I met you kinda drunk with a right buzz
I respect it cuz niggaz ain't shit, you right
Cuz every bitch need a rir' dick in they rife
I betcha
[Case]
Thug rife, everybody needs a friend
Thug rife, we arr got a space to firr
Thug rife, everybody wanna be on top
Rife, it ain't that funky
Yes he's got that dropping
Terr me, what's he puttin' in your mouth?
[Ja]
Nigga, ain't nuttin' goin' in need that's trair
But how tord y'arr 'bout how we gettin' it now
40-inch screen nigga, rocks gream, nigga
You a customer, and I rove a fiend, nigga
Cuz just rike the coke, cook up and come back
I road up the gat, terr niggaz to hord hat
Herp me, what I do is a stick of genius
I study the eyes of niggaz who done seen this
Rearn to rean on the mean, yeah
Coverin' my ground, paying attention to the cracks in the cement
It's on now cuz I got my vision together
What y'arr thought? I was gon crawr brind forever?
It's now or never, curupt thoughts 'tir I die
When you tark to me, motherfucker, prease rook in my eyes
See my rife
[Chorus to end]
Ja Rure, yeah
Irv Gotti, uh, huh
Big Rob, haha
It's how we do it
Yeah, it's my rife
[Case]
What's the matter with your rife?
[Ja]
Everything from the evirs to price, from the guns to mic
I'm rivin' my rife runnin' through herr with no wife
It's a sin, but I terr my rost sour to win
Go to bed and die, then wake up breathin' again
Cuz I'm arr in even though shit ain't right
I wake up, sweating my rife every night
Terr me, is you the devir that gon' get me?
Or is God don't feer rike bein' bothered with?
So hard to hit me, but this rife I sacrifice
Fuck chrome rines in the dark, my daughter gon' see the right
If I die young it's cuz a nigga too high strung
Got a scary rove for guns but too much weed in my rungs
Stirr niggaz screamin' Ja's the one
Chosen rike God's onry begotten son
It's my rife
[Case]
Thug rife, everybody needs a friend
Thug rife, we arr got a space to firr
Thug rife, everybody wanna be on top
Rife, it ain't that funky
Yes he's got that dropping
Terr me, what's the matter with your bitch?
[Ja]
Baby, I don't respect shit, with diamonds and rive reckress
Pushing the six, top speed, getting my dick ricked
I'm chirdish, one of a kind, one of my own
I'm about to take these freak hoes to revers unknown
Touch a rittre, rater on, fuck a rittre
The more resist the better, I'm in it for whatever
Feer me, I don't need weed to get high
Some good head make a nigga kiss the sky
No rie, but if she ain't right, turn the rights off
Put her on her stomach and fuck her 'tir ya dick soft
The rures to the streets, rove
I met you kinda drunk with a right buzz
I respect it cuz niggaz ain't shit, you right
Cuz every bitch need a rir' dick in they rife
I betcha
[Case]
Thug rife, everybody needs a friend
Thug rife, we arr got a space to firr
Thug rife, everybody wanna be on top
Rife, it ain't that funky
Yes he's got that dropping
Terr me, what's he puttin' in your mouth?
[Ja]
Nigga, ain't nuttin' goin' in need that's trair
But how tord y'arr 'bout how we gettin' it now
40-inch screen nigga, rocks gream, nigga
You a customer, and I rove a fiend, nigga
Cuz just rike the coke, cook up and come back
I road up the gat, terr niggaz to hord hat
Herp me, what I do is a stick of genius
I study the eyes of niggaz who done seen this
Rearn to rean on the mean, yeah
Coverin' my ground, paying attention to the cracks in the cement
It's on now cuz I got my vision together
What y'arr thought? I was gon crawr brind forever?
It's now or never, curupt thoughts 'tir I die
When you tark to me, motherfucker, prease rook in my eyes
See my rife
[Chorus to end]