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Tytuł: My Lifestyle

  • Wykonawca: Fat Joe
  • Wy¶wietleń: 644
[background]
  (Ya'll 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 I'ma 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?
  I've seen some good men get blown over G-packs
  In the Bronx where it's known to hear the heat clap
  And live niggaz get it on with the D-techs, SHIT, my life's legendary
  If I wrote down all in a book it would be very scary
  What you know 16 be missin' Benzes
  Rope chain down to my dick, the beef looks tremendous
  Me and my niggaz flip holes in bitches
  Back then, when I wouldn't 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 frontin' with top down
  See me in that new thing with my fiancee
  Ass so fat, making you say "Muchos GRANDE"
  Don't blame me, blame them, the white folk
  for giving me ten mil, for possessin' the tight flow
  WHOA
  
  [Chorus: repeat 2X]
  Ya'll 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 I'm 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 didn't pay homage
  It's 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, ain't nobody could fuck with this
  Bullet shook could make you take a bucket of piss
  For runnin' your lips
  Got the fifth stuck in your ribs, don't make me...
  splash your lungs right in front of your kids
  I'm a basketcase, don't ever give this bastard space
  or I'ma have your ass erased
  I'm from the Bronx amongst corrupt cops, we mothered this rap shit
  But still don't get enough props
  All I hear is "Gangsta" you ain't build like that
  Don't make me have to pull a tool and really tilt your cap
  I'm from crills to crack
  You've been dealin' with rap
  You ain't never run the streets, now I'm revealing your act
  What the fuck
  
  [Chorus: repeat 2X]
  Ya'll 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 I'm show you gangsta