My Lifestyle

Uh

Yeah

Terror, ****

Bringing the Terror, ya heard?

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Y'all wanna live my lifestyle

Never seen a brick, never seen a crackhouse

(Right back at you mufuckas)

Wanna war with the Don, have your macs out

Bring it on, and I'ma show you gangsta

Uh, yeah, yeah, 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 **** get it on with the D-techs

Shit, my life's legendary

If I wrote it all down in a book it would be very scary

What you know, sixteen Beamers and Benzes

Rope chains down to my dick

The piece look tremendous

Me and my **** flipped hos and bitches

Back then, when I wouldn't even pose for pictures

Aye-yo, you can ask Dapper Dan who was the man

Back in eighty-eight, every other week tricked thirty grand

Even my bitches wore Gucci and Louie

My peeps already in the crowd lookin' for groupies to screw me

Exit the club, 'bout to cruise up the block now

Winter time, stay frontin' with top down

See me in that new thing with my fiancee

Ass so fat, makin' you say, muchos grande

Don't blame me, blame them, the white folk

For givin' me ten mil, for possessin' a tight flow, whoa

Y'all wanna live my lifestyle

Never seen a brick, never seen a crackhouse

Wanna war with the Don have your macs out

Bring it on, and I'ma show you gangsta

Y'all wanna live my lifestyle

Never seen a brick, never seen a crackhouse

Wanna war with the Don have your macs out

Bring it on, and I'ma 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

Tote the pistol for those who oppose the issue

I hope I convinced you to back up, we be mac'd up

Believe me I could easily get yo ass touched

And that sucks, ain't nobody fuckin' with this

Pull a, shhh, move and make you drink 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 basket case, don't ever give this bastard space

Or I'ma 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 built like that

Don't make me have to pull a tool and really tilt yo cap

I'm from crills to crack, you've been dealin' with rap

You ain't never run the streets, now I'm revealin' yo act

What the fuck?

Y'all wanna live my lifestyle

Never seen a brick, never seen a crackhouse

Wanna war with the Don have your macs out

Bring it on, and I'ma show you gangsta

Y'all wanna live my lifestyle

Never seen a brick, never seen a crackhouse

Wanna war with the Don have your macs out

Bring it on, and I'ma show you gangsta