Fat Joe Take A Look At My Life Lyrics

[Intro: Fat Joe]
Whooo.. friendly day in the neighborhood
Birds is chirpin (Hi neighbor!)
n____s walkin they dogs, ha ha, watering they flowers
That's my neighborhood.. f___ NO!
I'm from the streets of the BX Boro where n____s push packs
This is that surge s___, that full flex s___, Al Groh s___
Raul ya heard me?
Macho, Jigga Brown JD, Charlie Rock LD, Remy Ma, unh
Sound boy turn this s___ up right here

[Fat Joe]
I'm your idol, your highest t__le, numero uno
Yes I'm Puerto Rican and I speak it so that you know
Stomp.. yeah that's the idea
Leave that n____ 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
n____s must be crazy to mistakin me for folk lore
I put the eighty to your baby man I told y'all
f___in wit crack's like f___in 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____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___, stop focus s___ and getcha own shine, muhh'f___a

[Chorus: Fat Joe]
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____ 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____ 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 s___, 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____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___, alot of y'all n____s, you been s___tin since the first song
Now we rip it down spring break with no shirt on
a__ all out, just swoonin the crowd
Same d___ mean b____es 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___
You must not be reading it right
Ice so bright, we don't need headlights at night
Yo, crack n____s, ask n____s how I smack n____s
with the mac flast cuz I am what I rap, n____
TS throw in your hands, make 'em pack n____
To never let another crew move his back n____, what!

[Chorus]

[Outro: DJ Kay Slay]
Yeah, DJ Kay Slay a.k.a. Slap ya favorite DJ
The black Fat Joe of the m_________in game
Terror Squad m_________ers, y'all know what it is
I'll buck, ooh, ooh ooh, I'll slap the s___ out of one of you
m_________ers
Y'all front on the Squad, man? Y'all know what it is, man
2003 s___, f__got a__ m_________ers, get the f___ outta here
Oh, oh, oh yeah, and most of youse owe me