Way of Life feat. Big L.,Fat Joe

歌詞

(feat. Armaggedon, Big L, Fat Joe) [Fat Joe] Diggin In The Crates 9-9 Don Carta bomb harder Uh, still diggin ya'll Yeah, Big L, yeah Yeah, there's only one way for me to explain The key to this game is longev, keep it the same The seeds'll remain, only if they bringin the pain Hip-hop won't stop like the heat in my veins The streets know my name, Don Carta bomb harder My persona is honored in the Bronx as my alma matter I'm smarter than the average Joe, packin a flow That's stackin the dough, bring the triz in the bag and let's go It's Fat Joe, I'ma set it straight If you do your hist. I exist through Diggin In The Crates Bringin in the ace, had to stay up late Playin the corners but never seen a day upstate Til the day I escape or see Tone at the pearly gates I continue to run shit even after the computer breaks You know the rates, fifty-thou for every verse that's foul As I bring rhymes to life like the birth of a child [Chorus: Armaggedon] We all self-centered, it's our world you just in it Check the VIP part of the club, flooded wit women Push a plush tinted truck wit thugs in it You never catch any one of us broke wit no dubs drivin the limit It's our way of life, you in the game better play it right Buy a house wit only my chains, so playa name your price Fly nigga, since we was crawlin, you can ask our pops You ain't really ballin wit that, so nigga pass the rock [Big L] Check it, my whole crew holdin We all got rides wit extra features It's a bunch of ya'll, one got dough, the rest is leeches You probably mad cuz I be sexin divas I should pull this pistol out and make you touch your sneakers I'm on some cool out shit, but I will pull this tool out quick And put some holes in your new outfit You frontin hard cuz you whip a Range But it's a 4.0, you nerd nigga, you heard Jigga now get your change You ain't a willy you a small soldier Give it up son it's all over And you never sold a, pound of cane You a clown wit fame, goin down the drain All yo' shit sound the same I'ma shine pop-o, cuz when you got dough your rocks glow L got a hot flow that rap coppo I'm Uptown's smoothest, my first album left you clowns clueless Sayin I'm wack, you niggas sound foolish Niggas hate to see L bubble, they'd rather see L struggle Cuz what they sell, I'ma sell double You wanna see rocks, then look at L's wrist If you see me in the club drinkin Mo' that means they don't sell Cris, what! [Chorus]