My Lifestyle Lyrics - Jealous Ones Still Envy - Fat Joe

(Ya'll wanna live my lifestyle 

Never seen a brick, never seen a crackhouse 

Wanna a war with the Don have your techs out 

Bring it on, and I'ma 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 niggaz 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 be missin' Benzes 

Rope chain down to my dick, the beef looks tremendous 

Me and my niggaz flip holes in bitches 

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

A-YO, you can ask dapadan who was the man 

Back in 88, every other week tricked 30 grand 

Even my bitches wore Gucci and Louie 

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

Exit the club, about to cruise up the block now 

with the taj, stay frontin' with top down 

See me in that new thing with my fiancee 

Ass so fat, making you say "Muchos GRANDE" 

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

for giving me ten mil, for possessin' the tight flow 

WHOA 

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[Chorus: repeat 2X] 

Ya'll wanna live my lifestyle 

Never seen a brick, never seen a crackhouse 

Wanna a war with the Don have your techs out 

Bring it on, and I'm 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, go on with that wack shit 

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

Joey Crack is, the most official 

Toke the pistol for those who appose the issue 

I hope I convinced you to back up, really you acted up, believe me 

I could EASILY GET YOUR ASS TOUCHED 

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

Bullet shook could make you take 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'ma have your ass erased 

I'm from the Bronx amongst 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 

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[Chorus: repeat 2X] 

Ya'll wanna live my lifestyle 

Never seen a brick, never seen a crackhouse 

Wanna a war with the Don have your techs out 

Bring it on, and I'm show you gangsta