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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fat Joe
Fat Joe
Vocals
HIJACK
HIJACK
Instrument
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
A. Best
A. Best
Songwriter
Joseph Cartagena
Joseph Cartagena
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Leon Zervos
Leon Zervos
Mastering Engineer
Supa Engineer DURO
Supa Engineer DURO
Mixing Engineer
Timmy Olmstead
Timmy Olmstead
Assistant Mixing Engineer
BUCKWILD
BUCKWILD
Producer
Christian Delator
Christian Delator
Recording Engineer
Tom Dekorte
Tom Dekorte
Assistant Engineer
Toshikazu Yoshioka
Toshikazu Yoshioka
Assistant Engineer

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
Writer(s): Joseph Anthony Cartagena, Anthony Best Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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