Take A Look At My Life - Fat Joe
Artist : “Fat Joe”
Song title : “Take A Look At My Life”
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intro fat joe
Whooo friendly day in the neighborhood
Birds is chirpin hi neighbor!
Niggas walkin they dogs
Ha ha
Watering they flowers
Thats my neighborhood fuck no!
Im from the streets of the bx boro where niggas push packs
This is that surge shit
That full flex shit
All groh shit
Raul ya heard me?
Macho
Jigga brown jd
Charlie rock ld
Remy ma
Unh
Sound boy turn this shit up right here
fat joe
Im your idol
Your higest title
Numero uno
Yes im puerto rican and i speak it so that you know
Stomp yeah thats the idea
Leave that nigga leakin from ear ta ear
Listen here young bruh
Man ya end is near
They probaly
find your body at the end of the pier
Niggas must be crazy to mistakin me for folk lore
I put the eighty to your baby man i told yall
fuckin wit cracks like fuckin wit crack
What? pull out the pipe or push your weight back
Look
Ya hate that
Look we stay straped
from crook from way back done took the game back
Ya shook
Remain fact top of the world
Stop knockin the girl
She in the drop with already rock lock and the pearl
fish scale ta heron
Live well from here on
Half a mil in ya grill
Of course we bare all
Niggas thinkin that rap is just words
I pull up in they curb
Pull a desert bird
and clear the block in no time
Get off my dick
Stop focus shit and get cha own shine
Muhhfucka
Chorus fat joe
Take a look at my life
and you can see that
Im from the bronx where its known to hear the heat clap
Yall need a nigga like me to point cha fingers at
So stop hating on the don
You know ya need crack
Take a look at my life
and you can see that
Im from the bronx where its known to hear the heat clap
Yall need a nigga like me to point cha fingers at
So stop hating on the don
You know ya need crack
fat joe
first we was thuggin
Then bust sluggin
My lifestyle the shit
Really had the streets buggin
Oh no he aint come back like that
Not crack with a platinum plaque
Yo!
Its the thirteenth al spinna
Niggas use to doubt now we even made craig common look like a winner
Me and diddy skippin out on bills
Just copped the house on a hill
Now how that feel?
fuck
alot of yall niggas
You been shittin since the first song
Now we rip it down spring break with no shirt on
Ass all out
Just swoonin the crowd
Same damn mean bitches wanna move in my house
You see us back to back in em snow white trucks
Chain hanging off the rim
You not giving a fuck
You must not be reading it right
Ice so bright
We dont need headlights at night
Yo
Crack niggas
ask niggas how i smack niggas
With the mac flast cuz i am what i rap
Nigga
Ts throw in your hands
Make em pack nigga
To never let another crew move his back nigga
What!
Chorus
Outro dj kay slay
Yeah
Dj kay slay aka slap ya favorite dj
The black fat joe of the motherfuckin game
Terror squad motherfuckers
Yall know what it is
Ill buck
Ooh
Ooh ooh
Ill slap the shit out of one of you
Motherfuckers
Yall front on the squad
Man? yall know what it is
Man
2003 shit
faggot ass motherfuckers
Get the fuck outta here
Oh
Oh
Oh yeah
and most of youse owe me