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Ja Rule Crime Life

Anybody hate on us, we hit 'em up Baby we can't be touched, niggas give it up (Repeat x2) Crime life! (Ja Rule) Ja's in, robbing the game, paws up

think I'm faking Mess around and get thier life taken and shaken You know the rule of thumb be Don't try to take nothing from me I rule it wit a street

I got was bad Life ain't hard but it's too long livin' like some country song Trade the truth in for a lie, cheatin' really ain't a crime I'm givin'

'm violent,they should watch their T.V They say I'm brutal,they should check their P.D You made me,now your kids rave me I rap about the life that the

I took my chances, but I did my dirt And my advice to any nigga if you crime, then you do the works It's givin' up and step the fuck back 'cuz in this

play So don't mistake me for no rap artist Missin' old dude is from the old school He abide by the old rules And our Pro-Tools is 38 longs The crime

like seven arms is on the squad, Livin' crazily cause it don't pay to be a black man in the land of mental slavery, They say cash rules everything around

test my cool Every day I wonder just how I'll die Only thing I know is how to survive There's only one rule in the real world And that's to take care

me, gotta love it (Talkin 'bout ghetto life) Ghetto life (Talkin' 'bout ghetto life) You all know what I'm singin' 'bout (Talkin' 'bout ghetto life) Ghetto life (Talkin' 'bout ghetto life