Take a Look at My Life

[Intro: Fat Joe]

Whooo… friendly day in the neighbourhood

Birds is chirpin' (Hi neighbour!)

Niggas walking their dogs, haha, watering their flowers

That's my neighbourhood, FUCK NO!

I'm from the streets of the BX Boro where niggas push packs

This is that surge shit, that full flex shit, Alpo shit

Raul ya heard me?

Macho, Jigga Brown JD, Charlie Rock LD, Remy Ma, unh

Sound boy turn this shit up right here

[Verse 1: Fat Joe]

I'm your idol, your higest title, numero uno

Yes, I'm Puerto Rican and I speak it so that you know

Stomp, yeah, that's the idea

Leave that nigga leakin' from ear to ear

Listen here young bruh, man ya end is near

They probably, find your body at the end of the pier

Niggas must be crazy to mistaking me for folk lore

I put the eighty to your baby man I told y'all

Fuckin' with crack's like fuckin' with 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 knocking 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 talkin' shit and get 'cha own shine, muthafucka

[Hook: 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 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

I'm from the Bronx where it's known to hear the heat clap

Y'all need a nigga like me to point 'cha fingers at

So stop hating on The Don, you know ya need crack

[Verse 2: Fat Joe]

First we was thuggin', then bust sluggin'

My Lifestyle the shit, 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

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 y'all 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 week, 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 don't need headlights at night

Yo, crack niggas, ask niggas how I smack niggas

With the mac fast 'cause 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!

[Hook: 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 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

I'm from the Bronx where it's known to hear the heat clap

Y'all need a nigga like me to point 'cha fingers at

So stop hating on The Don, you know ya need crack

[Outro: DJ Kay Slay]

Yeah, DJ Kay Slay AKA Slap ya favorite DJ

The black Fat Joe of the motherfuckin' game

Terror Squad motherfuckers, y'all know what it is

I'll buck, ooh, ooh ooh, I'll slap the shit out of one of you

Motherfuckers

Y'all front on the Squad, man? Y'all know what it is, man

2003 shit, faggot ass motherfuckers, get the fuck outta here

Oh, oh, oh yeah, for promotional use only!