Fat Joe - My Lifestyle lyrics

{*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 motherf**ers....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 n***az get it on with the d-techs, sh**, 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 n***az flip holes in b**hes Back then, when i wouldn't even pose for b**hes A-yo, you can ask dapadan who was the man Back in 88, every other week tricked 30 grand Even my b**hes 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 sh** rocked cause he didn't pay homage It's the don of this rap sh**, go on with that wack sh** 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 a** touched And that s**s, ain't nobody could f** 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 ba*tard space Or i'ma have your a** erased I'm from the bronx amongst corrupt cops, we mothered this rap sh** 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 f** [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