Rule nigga Life ain't a game (No) If you feelin' me (Say yeah-yeah) Flip the bird where (In the air) Fuck the world (We don't care) Life ain't a game
{Chorus x2} Life ain't a game (nooooo) If you feelin me (say yeah-yea) Flip the bird where (in the aiiir) Fuck the world (we don't caaare) {Ja Rule}
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Chorus x2} Life ain't a game (nooooo) If you feelin me (say yeah-yea) Flip the bird where (in the aiiir) Fuck the world (we don't caaare) {Ja Rule} It
We got a banquet full of broads, they got a table full of fellas And they ain't spending no cake They should throw they hand in, 'cause they ain't got
down But a buster is a buster for life He makes excuses why his ass ain't pay that shit's played Cash rules everything around me, kid I hit a 50'000
a battle axe [ ROUND 1: Bronx Style Bob ] Life ain't nothin but a piece of existence Cause when you die, you'se a past tense So I like to live my life
shit with a gun in my hand call me cockay Did this straight, bricks ain't large Bricks for weight, filling a crate, filling a barge, now that's large
speak upon a man Let me teach you somethin' about this game (Mmm) Let me show you how to swing, push pedal that candy cane On the turf where the law can't
feet, fuck, can you tell me I let the 12's beat, 'Nightmare on Elm Street' So don't fall asleep 'cause my life a dream And they ain't gotta speak, they
to a low speed, peep what a hoe need Puff some mo' weed, funk, ya don't need Approachin' hoochies with a passion, been a long day But I've been driven by attraction in a
ain't no mothrfuckin' games we shit here Big Brown and motherfuckin' Ja Rule I.G., you son of a bitch he did it again Motherfucker called B. Brown is back Ain
up cause that?s the rules mayn/ T-shirt and your shoe stained, And other slangin' in the drug game/ Thug game, rap game, We all up under attack mayn/
With a gat in the hand runnin' wild in the land With a pocket full of boulders Po po, know they can't hold us When they east dog comin' from the shoulders
a nigga ain't got no money for lay, I'll come around Ain't it funny how niggas turn funny-style When they think they fall in trinkets, ain't even ran a
dick I go on a quick mission to find some kill Ain't no big deal, just hop in tha Seville Mah homey put me down quarter pound for a bill Wake up in tha
was nursing a knot on my face But chose another time and a place That I would avenge my last fight 'cuz the same shit Ain't gonna happen that just happen