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My lifestyleby Fat Joe[background]
(Yaīll wanna live my lifestyle Never seen a brick, never seen a crackhouse Wanna a war with the Don have your techs out Bring it on, and Iīma show you gangsta) [lapses over] Yeah...ughh...right back at you motherfuckers....ughh...yeah.. [Verse 1] Yo, Yo, I stand alone in this cold world, could you believe that? Iīve seen some good men get blown over G-packs In the Bronx where itīs known to hear the heat clap And live niggaz get it on with the D-techs, SHIT, my lifeīs legendary If I wrote down all in a book it would be very scary What you know 16 be missinī Benzes Rope chain down to my dick, the beef looks tremendous Me and my niggaz flip holes in bitches Back then, when I wouldnīt even pose for bitches A-YO, you can ask dapadan who was the man Back in 88, every other week tricked 30 grand Even my bitches wore Gucci and Louie My peeps already in the crowd looking for groupies to screw me Exit the club, about to cruise up the block now with the taj, stay frontinī with top down See me in that new thing with my fiancee Ass so fat, making you say "Muchos GRANDE" Donīt blame me, blame them, the white folk for giving me ten mil, for possessinī the tight flow WHOA [Chorus: repeat 2X] Yaīll wanna live my lifestyle Never seen a brick, never seen a crackhouse Wanna a war with the Don have your techs out Bring it on, and Iīm show you gangsta [Verse 2 (lapse over chorus)] Yeah, yeah, uh, yo, blow half your head off, leave you with brain damage He got his shit rocked cause he didnīt pay homage Itīs the Don of this rap shit, go on with that wack shit Heard you walked the dorm in a thong on your last bid Joey Crack is, the most official Toke the pistol for those who appose the issue I hope I convinced you to back up, really you acted up, believe me I could EASILY GET YOUR ASS TOUCHED And that sucks, ainīt nobody could fuck with this Bullet shook could make you take a bucket of piss For runninī your lips Got the fifth stuck in your ribs, donīt make me... splash your lungs right in front of your kids Iīm a basketcase, donīt ever give this bastard space or Iīma have your ass erased Iīm from the Bronx amongst corrupt cops, we mothered this rap shit But still donīt get enough props All I hear is "Gangsta" you ainīt build like that Donīt make me have to pull a tool and really tilt your cap Iīm from crills to crack Youīve been dealinī with rap You ainīt never run the streets, now Iīm revealing your act What the fuck [Chorus: repeat 2X] Yaīll wanna live my lifestyle Never seen a brick, never seen a crackhouse Wanna a war with the Don have your techs out Bring it on, and Iīm show you gangsta
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