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fat joe – take a look at my life lyrics

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whoo, friendly day in the neighborhood
birds is chirpin’
(hi neighbor)
n-gg-s walkin’ they dogs, ha ha, watering they flowers
that’s my neighborhood, f-ck no

i’m from the streets of the bx boro where n-gg-s push packs
this is that surge sh-t, that full flex sh-t, al groh sh-t
raul ya heard me?
macho, jigga brown jd, charlie rock ld, remy ma, unh
sound boy turn this sh-t up right here

i’m your idol, your highest t-tle, numero uno
yes, i’m puerto rican and i speak it so that you know
stomp, yeah, that’s the idea
leave that n-gg- leakin from ear ta ear

listen here young bruh, man ya end is near
they probably, find your body at the end of the pier
n-gg-s must be crazy to mistakin’ me for folk lore
i put the eighty to your baby man, i told y’all

f-ckin’ wit’ crack’s like f-ckin’ 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

n-gg-s thinkin’ that this rap is just words
i pull up in they curb, pull a desert bird
and clear the block in no time
get off my d-ck, stop focus sh-t and getcha own shine, muhh’f-cka

take a look at my life, and you can see that
i’m from the bronx where it’s known to hear the heat clap
y’all need a n-gg- 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
i’m from the bronx where it’s known to hear the heat clap
y’all need a n-gg- like me to point cha fingers at
so stop hating on the don, you know ya need crack

first we was thuggin’, then bust sluggin’
my lifestyle the sh-t, really had the streets buggin’
oh no, he ain’t come back like that
not crack with a platinum plaque, yo

it’s the thirteenth al spinna, n-gg-s 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?

f-ck, alot of y’all n-gg-s, you been sh-ttin’ since the first song
now we rip it down spring break with no shirt on
-ss all out, just swoonin’ the crowd
same d-mn mean b-tches 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 f-ck
you must not be reading it right
ice so bright, we don’t need headlights at night

yo, crack n-gg-s, ask n-gg-s how i smack n-gg-s
with the mac flast ‘cuz i am what i rap, n-gg-
ts throw in your hands, make ’em pack n-gg-
to never let another crew move his back n-gg-, what

take a look at my life, and you can see that
i’m from the bronx where it’s known to hear the heat clap
y’all need a n-gg- 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
i’m from the bronx where it’s known to hear the heat clap
y’all need a n-gg- like me to point cha fingers at
so stop hating on the don, you know ya need crack

yeah, dj kay slay a.k.a. slap ya favorite dj
the black fat joe of the motherf-ckin’ game
terror squad motherf-ckers, y’all know what it is
i’ll buck, ooh, ooh ooh

i’ll slap the sh-t out of one of you motherf-ckers
y’all front on the squad, man? y’all know what it is, man
2003 sh-t, f-ggot -ss motherf-ckers, get the f-ck outta here
oh, oh, oh yeah, and most of youse owe me

- fat joe lyrics

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