[intro: fat joe]
Whooo.. friendly day in the neighborhood
Birds is chirpin (hi neighbor!)
Niggas walkin they dogs, ha ha, watering they flowers
That抯 my neighborhood.. fuck no!
I抦 from the streets of the bx boro where niggas push packs
This is that surge shit, that full flex shit, all groh shit
Raul ya heard me?
Macho, jigga brown jd, charlie rock ld, remy ma, unh
Sound boy turn this shit up right here
[fat joe]
I抦 your idol, your higest title, numero uno
Yes I抦 puerto rican and I speak it so that you know
Stomp.. yeah that抯 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 mistakin me for folk lore
I put the eighty to your baby man I told y抋ll
Fuckin wit crack抯 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 knockin 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抐ucka
[chorus: fat joe]
Take a look at my life, and you can see that
I抦 from the bronx where it抯 known to hear the heat clap
Y抋ll 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抦 from the bronx where it抯 known to hear the heat clap
Y抋ll need a nigga like me to point cha fingers at
So stop hating on the don, you know ya need crack
[fat joe]
First we was thuggin, then bust sluggin
My lifestyle the shit, really had the streets buggin
Oh no he ain抰 come back like that
Not crack with a platinum plaque, yo!
It抯 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抋ll 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 抏m 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抰 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 抏m pack nigga
To never let another crew move his back nigga, what!
[chorus]
[outro: dj kay slay]
Yeah, dj kay slay a.k.a. slap ya favorite dj
The black fat joe of the motherfuckin game
Terror squad motherfuckers, y抋ll know what it is
I抣l buck, ooh, ooh ooh, I抣l slap the shit out of one of you
Motherfuckers
Y抋ll front on the squad, man? y抋ll know what it is, man
2003 shit, faggot ass motherfuckers, get the fuck outta here
Oh, oh, oh yeah, and most of youse owe me
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