My Lifestyle

[Intro]

Uh, yeah

Terror, nigga

Bringing the terror, ya heard

{*background*}

Ya'll wanna live my lifestyle

Never seen a brick, never seen a crackhouse

Wanna a war with the Don? have your macs out

Bring it on, and I'mma show you gangsta

{*lapses over*}

Yeah...ughh...right back at you motherfuckers....ughh...yeah..

[Verse 1]

Yo, Yo, I stand alone in this cold world, could you believe that?

I've seen some good men get blown over G-packs

In the Bronx where it's known to hear the heat clap

And live niggas get it on with the D-techs, shit, my life's legendary

If I wrote down all in a book it would be very scary

What you know 16 Beamers and Benzes

Rope chain down on my dick, the piece look tremendous

Me and my niggas flip holes in bitches

Back then, when I wouldn't even pose for pictures

A-YO, you can ask Dapper Dan who was the man

Back in '88, every other week trick 30 grand

Even my bitches wore Gucci and Louie

My peeps already in the crowd looking for groupies to screw me

Exit the club, 'bout to cruise up the block now

With the taj, stay frontin' with top down

See me in that new thing with my fiancée

Ass so fat, making you say "muchos grande"

Don't blame me, blame them, the white folk

For giving me ten mil, for possessin' a tight flow, whoa

[Chorus]

Ya'll wanna live my lifestyle

Never seen a brick, never seen a crackhouse

Wanna war with the Don? have your macs out

Bring it on, and I'ma show you gangsta

Ya'll wanna live my lifestyle

Never seen a brick, never seen a crackhouse

Wanna war with the Don? have your macs out

Bring it on, and I'ma show you gangsta

[Verse 2] {*lapse over chorus*}

Yeah, yeah, uh, yo, blow half your head off, leave you with brain damage

He got his shit rocked cause he didn't pay homage

It's the Don of this rap shit, gon' with that wack shit

Heard you walked the dorm in a thong on your last bid

Joey Crack is the most official

Tote the pistol for those who appose the issue

I hope I convinced you to pack up, we needn't act up

Believe me I could easily get your ass touched

And that sucks, ain't nobody could fuckin' with this

Bullets move and make you drink a bucket of piss

For runnin' your lips, got the fifth stuck in your ribs

Don't make me splash your lungs right in front of your kids

I'm a basketcase, don't ever give this bastard space

Or I'mma have your ass erased

I'm from the Bronx, home of corrupt cops, we mothered this rap shit

But still don't get enough props

All I hear is, "gangsta,” you ain't build like that

Don't make me have to pull a tool and really tilt your cap

I'm from crills to crack, you've been dealin' with rap

You ain't never run the streets, now I'm revealing your act

What the fuck

[Chorus]

Ya'll wanna live my lifestyle

Never seen a brick, never seen a crackhouse

Wanna war with the Don? have your macs out

Bring it on, and I'ma show you gangsta

Ya'll wanna live my lifestyle

Never seen a brick, never seen a crackhouse

Wanna war with the Don? have your macs out

Bring it on, and I'ma show you gangsta