My Lifestyle
by* Fat Joe
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Ts Double R baby!
D Block (aha)
Joe Crack
This is History
(Jadakiss)
Yeah! huh!
Who go the most cars most guns most bitches
And i dont gotta pull a trigger i just blow kisses
Niggas love Jada they hate rap
Upstate trying to get their weight back
Bout to go to Kasack
Cause i made niggaz believe
Its my voice my flow that helped your fagget ass get in the league
And I dont gotta suck dick to sell records
Get all up out of character screming your records
Listen to me
I'm that Cat that'll sit in a tree
And shoot the dog in tha head while he shittin' and pee
And I'm just so cool
I'll probably just snatch chilly from Usher in a club in Atlanta
Wit no jewels
You always was push you never was hard
You know who it is
Ruff Ryders and taring the squad
And make sure you remember this
My Life Style Remix kiss Joe Cracks and remeness
(Chorus)
Ya'll wanna live my lifestyle
Never seen a brick, never seen a crackhouse
Wanna a war with the Don, have your Mac's out
Bring it on, and I'ma show you gangsta
(Fat Joe)
Buggy Down wit the mat
Buggy Down wit resat
Fuck around hear the sound of these cats
Wanna a clown where we at (Come on)
Fuck That
Dont you know what you do when you foll with Joey Crack (huh)
Still gorillas ya'll
Just pretend that you've
Claimed troductions that we dont remember
Always thinking that you running the streets
So i'm a leave you leaking under a sheet
Fucking wit Joe Crack is costly
No cat get of me
They learn that when i sold lots of forestry
A few dudes crippled
Never to Vegge
Its more than nobby its the tearing squad crue deadly
What can we do to stop it?
Everything new he got it
Covertible blue six before you knew they drop it
And if they didn't well you would assume he drop it
My Life Style this shit man is truly popin'
(Chorus)
Ya'll wanna live my lifestyle
Never seen a brick, never seen a crackhouse
Wanna a war with the Don have your Mac's out
Bring it on, and I'ma show you gangsta
(Da Brat)
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
I got you back stage you already know whats gona happen
Aint gona be no deplors just a hole lot of clappin'
You cant live My Life Style
Let me catch your ass raping
First bitch to spit a verse first bitch that i'm slapping
Tell me how these clowns gona laught at me
When I flying passed they ass
Pushing the porche to its cappasity
You can see me where ever Joey Crack be
Pretty had nigga sick like oh shit thats remy
Yeah!
Straight Gangsta what?
Straight music!
All the hype about your album and it aint even do shit
You might have a gun but you sure dont use it
And if given the opertunity you probably wouldn't shoot it
I'm the bitch in this rap shit so fuck all you actress
I'm directing this movie
And your just an actress (they wanna what?)
(Chorus)
Ya'll wanna live my lifestyle
Never seen a brick, never seen a crackhouse
Wanna a war with the Don have your Mac's out
Bring it on, and I'ma show you gangsta
(feat. Jadakiss, Remi Martin)
[Jadakiss]
TS
Double R baby, D Block
Joe Crack this is history
Who got the most cars, most guns, most bitches
And I don't gotta pull the trigga I just blow kisses
Niggaz love Jada that hate rap
Upstate tryin to get they weight back
Bout to go to k-sack
Cause I made niggaz believers
My voice my flow that helped your faggot ass get in the league
And I ain't gotta suck dick to sell records
get all outta caracter and scream and yell reckless
Listen to me; I'm the cat that'll sit in a tree
And shoot the dog in the head while he shittin and pee
And I'm just so cool; I prally could snatch Trini
from Usher in a club in Atlanta wit no jewels
You always was puss you never was hard
You know who it is Ruff Ryders and Terror-the-squad
And make sure you remember this
My lifestyle remix; 'Kiss, Joe Cracks and Remi-nisce
[Chorus]
Y'all wanna live my lifestyle
Never seen a brick never seen a crack house
Wanna war with the Don have your macs out
Bring it on and I'ma show you gangsta
[reapeat]
[Fat Joe]
Hoddie down wit the mac
Boggie down where it's at
Fuck around hear the sounds of these gats
Wanna clown? we react (come on) fuck dat
Don't you know what you do when you fool wit Joey Crack
I'm still the realest y'all just pretend that you
Claim to do shit that we don't remember
Always thinkin that you running the streets
Now I'ma leave you leakin under a sheet(what)
Fuckin with Joe Crack is costly
No gat can off me
They learned that when I sold lacks at 4th street
A few dudes crippleanother 2 vegi
Its more than obvious this terrorsquad c
(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
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
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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 show you gangsta
- 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
- 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
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