Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Wild Life, artist - Fat Joe. Date of issue: 26.11.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Wild Life |
| Yeah, uh, dat gangsta shit! |
| Shout to my homies out west |
| The hoo-bangers! |
| Mack Deezy for Sheezy |
| All my niggas in the Bronx |
| Holdin them corners down |
| Ya heard? |
| Get it right! |
| Joe cracks back, been a long time comin |
| No mean to disrespect but a lot of y’alls frontin |
| Shook niggas, me and the Squad done took niggas |
| Flex drop bombs but you seem to overlook niggas |
| We the nicest in the game, even lifers know the name |
| Throwin blows like Tyson when he rained |
| Fuck the ice in the range, I’m tryin to get stocked |
| Generate mil’s so I can buy back my old block |
| It’s like the rap games far from the crack game |
| Niggas is mad lane (How come?)They act tame |
| You can tell from my scars life is hard |
| Shot down in broad day life in front of my Mom’s |
| And the feds never give up, they tryin to kill us |
| I’m stressed drinkin VSOP tearin my liver |
| Livin my life like I don’t care |
| I’m out to take the throne |
| My mom’s in the window hopin I’ma make it home |
| The streets is funny peeps’ll kill you |
| over piece of money, 'specially if you sleepin |
| And don’t keep it gully, I’m from the Bronx |
| Home of niggas that’ll stomp you senseless |
| Dont resent this, I’m knowin that you comprehend this |
| Its the wild life, niggas done lost they mind |
| Its the wild life, everybody wanna floss and shine |
| But could you blame them? |
| Niggas is brought up with anger |
| Pops in jail, Moms get tossed up on stangers |
| Yo it’s the wild life |
| Where peeps takin life for keeps |
| Yo it’s the wild life |
| We all brawlin, fight to eat |
| The enemies and the D’s lurk through N.Y.C |
| Some of them on they back lookin up like «Yo, why me?» |
| I never really had a pops |
| But who the fucks to blame |
| He did 13, and wonder why the steets my name |
| And heat’s my game, cause I’m the type |
| To leak your frame, give you a slap |
| With the cast, you can meet my pain |
| Defeat I bring, to the nicest rapper you know |
| I aint a killer but I still might clap at you though |
| You for real here, niggas be followin with steps |
| I made my own moves, so the tokers, could swallow they breath |
| Acknowledge the best, and do what I did |
| Like I’m blessed, 7 days in a coma |
| This is life after death |
| I’m in it to win, ya heard? |
| From beginning to end, you could get shot |
| even though you once considered a friend |
| Sometimes my minds driven to win |
| Tryin to scare society |
| But cant slip again cuz my lil’man relyin me Everyday I put through a test |
| But still progress |
| I’m tryin to climb hills |
| And tryin to make me kill for less |
| Yo its the wild life |
| Where peeps takin life for keeps |
| Yo its the wild life |
| We all brawlin, fight to eat |
| The enemies and the deeds lurk through N.Y.C |
| Some of them on they back lookin up Like «Yo, why me?» |
| Yo its the wildlife |
| Straight kidnappin and carjackin |
| Yo its the wildlife |
| Nigga fuck scrappin, we all packin |
| I’ma smash on anybody disrespectin the turf |
| Sraight to the dirt |
| We niggas known for puttin in work |
| I make it all go down right |
| In front of your face |
| Another life goes to waste |
| For names sake of the paper chaser |
| It aint safe here, the bright lights cablide you |
| Mix sedica, swollow you whole |
| They cant find you |
| Worst thing is walkin these streets |
| I need clarity, peace and prosperity |
| Is never gon’see, so niggas with beef |
| Niggas bumpin they gums and teeth |
| Straight to the police |
| Tryin to plant us six feet deep |
| But I aint goin for that |
| My shit clap through your starter cap |
| Pull your socks back, we aint runnin from nothin |
| Comin from nothin, makes you struggle harder for somethin |
| Shit is disgusting, you can even trust who you fuckin |
| The wild life! |
| Colder the nights |
| You niggas aint nice, put yo money where yo mouth is And roll the dice, puffin canibus and tiva |
| With the Don Cartagena, believe a nigga |
| When I say, dont make me have to spray ya Yo its the wildlife |
| Straight kidnappin and carjackin |
| Yo its the wildlife |
| Nigga fuck scrappin, we all packin |
| I’ma smash on anybody disrespectin the turf |
| Sraight to the dirt |
| We niggas known for puttin in work |