| Whooo. |
| friendly day in the neighborhood
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| Birds is chirpin (Hi neighbor!)
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| Niggas walkin they dogs, ha ha, watering they flowers
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| That’s my neighborhood. |
| FUCK NO!
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| I’m from the streets of the BX Boro where niggas push packs
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| This is that surge shit, that full flex shit, All Groh shit
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| Raul ya heard me?
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| Macho, Jigga Brown JD, Charlie Rock LD, Remy Ma, unh
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| Sound boy turn this shit up right here
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| I’m your idol, your higest title, numero uno
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| Yes I’m Puerto Rican and I speak it so that you know
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| Stomp. |
| yeah that’s the idea
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| Leave that nigga leakin from ear ta ear
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| Listen here young bruh, man ya end is near
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| They probaly, find your body at the end of the pier
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| Niggas must be crazy to mistakin me for folk lore
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| I put the eighty to your baby man I told y’all
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| Fuckin wit crack’s like fuckin wit Crack
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| What? |
| Pull out the pipe or push your weight back
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| Look, ya hate that, look we stay straped
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| From Crook from way back done took the game back
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| Ya shook, remain fact top of the world, stop knockin the girl
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| She in the drop with already rock lock and the pearl
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| Fish Scale ta Heron, live well from here on
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| Half a mil in ya grill, of course we bare all
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| Niggas thinkin that rap is just words
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| I pull up in they curb, pull a Desert Bird
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| And clear the block in no time
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| Get off my dick, stop focus shit and get cha own shine, muhh’fucka
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| Take a look at my life, and you can see that
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| I’m from the Bronx where it’s known to hear the heat clap
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| Y’all need a nigga like me to point cha fingers at
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| So stop hating on The Don, you know ya need Crack
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| Take a look at my life, and you can see that
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| I’m from the Bronx where it’s known to hear the heat clap
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| Y’all need a nigga like me to point cha fingers at
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| So stop hating on The Don, you know ya need Crack
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| First we was thuggin, then bust sluggin
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| My Lifestyle the shit, really had the streets buggin
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| Oh no he ain’t come back like that
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| Not Crack with a platinum plaque, yo!
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| It’s the thirteenth al spinna
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| Niggas use to doubt now we even made Craig Common look like a winner
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| Me and Diddy skippin out on bills
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| Just copped the house on a hill, now how that feel?
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| Fuck, alot of y’all niggas, you been shittin since the first song
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| Now we rip it down spring break with no shirt on
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| Ass all out, just swoonin the crowd
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| Same damn mean bitches wanna move in my house
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| You see us back to back in 'em snow white trucks
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| Chain hanging off the rim, you not giving a fuck
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| You must not be reading it right
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| Ice so bright, we don’t need headlights at night
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| Yo, crack niggas, ask niggas how I smack niggas
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| With the mac flast cuz I am what I rap, nigga
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| TS throw in your hands, make 'em pack nigga
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| To never let another crew move his back nigga, what!
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| Yeah, DJ Kay Slay a.k.a. Slap ya favorite DJ
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| The black Fat Joe of the motherfuckin game
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| Terror Squad motherfuckers, y’all know what it is
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| I’ll buck, ooh, ooh ooh, I’ll slap the shit out of one of you
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| Motherfuckers
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| Y’all front on the Squad, man? |
| Y’all know what it is, man
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| 2003 shit, faggot ass motherfuckers, get the fuck outta here
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| Oh, oh, oh yeah, and most of youse owe me |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Take A Look At My Life , by - Fat Joe. Song from the album Loyalty, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп