Take A Look At My Life Lyrics - Loyalty - Fat Joe

(Intro: Fat Joe) 

Whooo. friendly day in the neighborhood 

Birds is chirpin (Hi neighbor!) 

Niggas walkin they dogs, ha ha, watering they 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, Al Groh shit 

Raul ya heard me? 

Macho, Jigga Brown JD, Charlie Rock LD, Remy Ma, unh 

Sound boy turn this shit up right here 

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(Fat Joe) 

I'm your idol, your highest 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 mistakin 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 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 this 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 getcha own shine, muhh'fucka 

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(Chorus: Fat Joe) 

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 

(Fat Joe) 

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! 

(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'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, and most of youse owe me