My Lifestyle

Lyrics

Ya'll wanna live my lifestyle
 Never seen a brick, never seen a crackhouse
 (Right back at you motherfuckers)
 Wanna a war with the Don have your macs out
 Bring it on, and Imma show you gangsta
 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 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
 Wanna a war with the Don have your macs out
 Bring it on, and Imma show you gangsta
 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 Imma show you gangsta
 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 fuckin' 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 Imma 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 macs out
 Bring it on, and Imma show you gangsta
 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 Imma show you gangsta
 

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Song Details

Duration
03:27
Key
9
Tempo
168 BPM

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