Fat Joe - My Lifestyle Lyrics

Writer(s) : BEST, ANTHONY / CARTAGENA, JOSEPH ANTHONY
Artist: Fat Joe Lyrics
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Album: Track 6 on Jealous Ones Still Envy (J.O.S.E.)
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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 a show you gangsta

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 *****z get it on with the D-techs

****, my life's legendary
If I wrote it all down in a book it would be very scary
What you know 16 BM'ers and Benzes
Rope chains down to my ****, the beef looks tremendous

Me and my *****z flip holes in *****es
Back then, when I wouldn't even pose for *****es
A-YO, you can ask Dapper Dan, who was the man?
Back in 88, every other week tricked 30 grand

Even my *****es wore Gucci and Louie
My peeps already in the crowd lookin' 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
*** so fat, makin' you say, "Muchos Grande"
Don't blame me, blame them, the white folk
For givin' me ten mil, for possessin' the tight flow, whoa

Ya'll wanna live my lifestyle
Never seen a brick, never seen a crackhouse
Wanna a war with the Don have your macs out
Bring it on, and I'm a show you gangsta

Ya'll wanna live my lifestyle
Never seen a brick, never seen a crackhouse
Wanna a war with the Don have your macs out
Bring it on, and I'm a show you gangsta

Blow half your head off, leave you with brain damage
He got his **** rocked 'cause he didn't pay homage
It's the Don of this rap ****, go on with that wack ****
Heard you walked the dorm in a thong on your last bid

Joey Crack is, the most official
Toke the pistol for those who oppose the issue
I hope I convinced you to back up, really you acted up
Believe me I could easily get your *** touched

And that sucks, ain't nobody ****in' 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 basket case, don't ever give this bastard space
Or I'ma have your *** erased, I'm from the Bronx amongst corrupt cops
We mothered this rap **** but still don't get enough props
All I hear is 'Gangsta', you ain't built 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 revealin' your act
What the ****?

Ya'll wanna live my lifestyle
Never seen a brick, never seen a crack house
Wanna a war with the Don have your macs out
Bring it on, and I'm a show you gangsta

Ya'll wanna live my lifestyle
Never seen a brick, never seen a crack house
Wanna a war with the Don have your macs out
Bring it on, and I'm a show you gangsta


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