Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Lifestyle, artist - Fat Joe. Date of issue: 26.11.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
My Lifestyle |
| (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’mma show you gangsta) |
| Yeah… ughh…right back at you motherfuckers… ughh…yeah. |
| 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 niggas 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 Beamers and Benzes |
| Rope chain down to my dick, the beef looks tremendous |
| Me and my niggas flip holes in bitches |
| Back then, when I wouldn’t even pose for bitches |
| A-YO, you can ask Dapper Dan 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 |
| 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 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 |
| 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 |
| Pull a Suge move and 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’mma 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 |
| 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 |