Take a Look At My Life lyrics

Whoo, 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, Alpo shit Raul, ya heard me? Macho, Jigga Brown JD, Charlie Rock LD, Remy Ma, unh Sound boy, turn this shit up right here Listen here, young bruh, man, ya end is near They probably find your body at the end of the pier Niggas must be crazy to mistakin' me for folklore 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 strapped 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 to 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 focusin' shit, and getcha own shine, muh'fucka 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 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 used 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, a lot 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 flash, 'cause 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? 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 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