Fat Joe - My Lifestyle lyrics

(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'mma show you gangsta)

Lapses over yeahughhright back at
You motherfuckersughhyeah

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 to my dick
The beef looks tremendous
Me and my niggas flip holes in bitches
Back then
When I wouldn't even pose for bitches
A-YO, you can ask Dapper Dan 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
Ya'll wanna live my lifestyle
Never seen a brick, never seen a crackhouse
Want a war with the Don have your macs out
Bring it on, and I'm show you gangsta

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
Pull a Suge move and 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'mma 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
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