Fat Joe - Take A Look At My Life Lyrics
[intro: fat joe]Whooo.. friendly day in the neighborhoodBirds is chirpin (hi neighbor!)Niggas walkin they dogs, ha ha, watering they flowersThats my neighborhood.. ***** no!Im from the streets of the bx boro where niggas push packsThis is that surge shit, that full flex shit, all groh shitRaul ya heard me?Macho, jigga brown jd, charlie rock ld, remy ma, unhSound boy turn this shit up right here[fat joe]Im your idol, your higest title, numero unoYes Im puerto rican and I speak it so that you knowStomp.. yeah thats the ideaLeave that nigga leakin from ear ta earListen here young bruh, man ya end is nearThey probaly, find your body at the end of the pierNiggas must be crazy to mistakin me for folk loreI put the eighty to your baby man I told yall*****in wit cracks like *****in wit crackWhat? pull out the pipe or push your weight backLook, ya hate that, look we stay strapedFrom crook from way back done took the game backYa shook, remain fact top of the world, stop knockin the girlShe in the drop with already rock lock and the pearlFish scale ta heron, live well from here onHalf a mil in ya grill, of course we bare allNiggas thinkin that rap is just wordsI pull up in they curb, pull a desert birdAnd clear the block in no timeGet off my dick, stop focus shit and get cha own shine, muhh*****a[chorus: fat joe]Take a look at my life, and you can see thatIm from the bronx where its known to hear the heat clapYall need a nigga like me to point cha fingers atSo stop hating on the don, you know ya need crackTake a look at my life, and you can see thatIm from the bronx where its known to hear the heat clapYall need a nigga like me to point cha fingers atSo stop hating on the don, you know ya need crack[fat joe]First we was thuggin, then bust slugginMy lifestyle the shit, really had the streets bugginOh no he aint come back like thatNot crack with a platinum plaque, yo!Its the thirteenth al spinnaNiggas use to doubt now we even made craig common look like a winnerMe and diddy skippin out on billsJust copped the house on a hill, now how that feel?*****, alot of yall niggas, you been shittin since the first songNow we rip it down spring break with no shirt onAss all out, just swoonin the crowdSame damn mean *****es wanna move in my houseYou see us back to back in em snow white trucksChain hanging off the rim, you not giving a *****You must not be reading it rightIce so bright, we dont need headlights at nightYo, crack niggas, ask niggas how I smack niggasWith the mac flast cuz I am what I rap, niggaTs throw in your hands, make em pack niggaTo never let another crew move his back nigga, what![chorus][outro: dj kay slay]Yeah, dj kay slay a.k.a. slap ya favorite djThe black fat joe of the mother*****in gameTerror squad mother*****ers, yall know what it isIll buck, ooh, ooh ooh, Ill slap the shit out of one of youMother*****ersYall front on the squad, man? yall know what it is, man2003 shit, faggot ass mother*****ers, get the ***** outta hereOh, oh, oh yeah, and most of youse owe me
