Fat Joe - Take a Look at My Life lyrics

Whooo friendly day in the neighborhood
Birds is chirpin (Hi neighbor)
Niggas walking their dogs, ha ha
Watering their flowers
That's my neighborhood 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

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 ta ear
Listen here young bruh, man ya end is near
They probaly
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 wit crack's like fuckin 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 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 focus shit
And get cha own shine, muhh'fucka

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

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 mean 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 flast cuz 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!

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!