My Lifestyle
Fat Joe Lyrics
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Never seen a brick, never seen a crackhouse
Wanna a war with the Don have your mac out
Bring it on, and I'm a 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 niggas 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 16 BM'ers and Benzes
Rope chains down to my dick, the beef looks tremendous
Me and my niggas flip holes in bitches
Back then, when I wouldn't even pose for bitches
Ayo, 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 lookin' 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 fiance
Ass so fat, makin' you say, "Muchos Grande"
Don't blame me, blame them, the white folk
For givin' me ten mil, for possessin' the tight flow, whoa
Ya'll 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'm a show you gangsta
Ya'll 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'm a 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 oppose 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 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 your cap
I'm from crills to crack, you've been dealin' with rap
You ain't never run the streets, now I'm revealin' your act
What the fuck?
Ya'll wanna live my lifestyle
Never seen a brick, never seen a crack house
Wanna war with the Don have your macs out
Bring it on, and I'm a show you gangsta
Ya'll wanna live my lifestyle
Never seen a brick, never seen a crack house
Wanna war with the Don have your macs out
Bring it on, and I'm a show you gangsta
In "My Lifestyle," Fat Joe speaks about his experiences living as a gangster and the envy others have for his lifestyle. He talks about the violence and danger surrounding his life, with references to drugs, shootings, and crime. However, he also highlights the luxuries that come with his lifestyle, such as the fancy cars, jewelry, and beautiful women.
Fat Joe talks about how people want to live his lifestyle but have never experienced the things he has. He talks about the battles he's had with other gangsters, and how he's always ready to defend himself. He also references his past, where he had to work hard to get his wealth and reputation.
Overall, the song portrays a harsh and violent lifestyle that Fat Joe has lived throughout his life. He seems to be proud of his life but also recognizes that it is not for everyone. The song reminds us that not everything is as it seems and we shouldn't be envious of other people's lives without understanding the hardships that come with it.
Line by Line Meaning
Ya'll wanna live my lifestyle
You envy my way of life
Never seen a brick, never seen a crackhouse
You have never dealt with drugs or seen people doing drugs
Wanna a war with the Don have your techs out
You want to challenge me, so you bring your guns
Bring it on, and I'm a show you gangsta
If you come at me, I will prove to you that I am a real gangster
Yo, yo, I stand alone in this cold world, could you believe that?
I am living in a harsh world all by myself
I've seen some good men get blown over G-packs
I have witnessed some good men die because of drug-related crimes
In the Bronx where it's known to hear the heat clap
The Bronx is notorious for gun violence
And live niggaz get it on with the D-techs
People living here resort to fighting with the police
Shit, my life's legendary
My life is remarkable and well-known
If I wrote it all down in a book it would be very scary
If I were to write a book about my life, it would be terrifying
What you know 16 BM'ers and Benzes
I own 16 BMWs and Benzes
Rope chains down to my dick, the beef looks tremendous
I wear large gold rope chains and look impressive
Me and my niggaz flip holes in bitches
My friends and I used to be promiscuous with women
Back then, when I wouldn't even pose for bitches
I was too cool to even take pictures with women
A-YO, you can ask Dapper Dan, who was the man?
You can ask fashion designer Dapper Dan who was popular back then
Back in 88, every other week tricked 30 grand
In 1988, I would make 30 thousand dollars every other week
Even my bitches wore Gucci and Louie
Even my female partners wore expensive designer brands like Gucci and Louis Vuitton
My peeps already in the crowd lookin' for groupies to screw me
My friends were already searching for women to have sexual relationships with at concerts
See me in that new thing with my fiancee
You can see me in a new expensive car with my life partner
Ass so fat, makin' you say, "Muchos Grande"
My partner has a curvy bottom, making people say "Very big" in Spanish
Don't blame me, blame them, the white folk
I am not responsible for my wealth, blame it on the white people who gave me opportunities
For givin' me ten mil, for possessin' the tight flow, whoa
I received a large sum of money for my amazing rapping skills
Blow half your head off, leave you with brain damage
I can shoot half of your head off and leave you with a serious injury
He got his shit rocked 'cause he didn't pay homage
Someone got beaten up because they didn't show respect to me
It's the Don of this rap shit, go on with that wack shit
I am the leader of the rap industry, don't try to compete with me with your terrible work
Heard you walked the dorm in a thong on your last bid
I heard that you were parading around in a thong while you were incarcerated
Joey Crack is, the most official
I am the most honest and legitimate person to know
Toke the pistol for those who oppose the issue
I will carry a gun to those who disagree with me
I hope I convinced you to back up, really you acted up
I hope I convinced you to retreat because you acted inappropriately
Believe me I could easily get your ass touched
Believe me, I could harm you without any difficulty
And that sucks, ain't nobody fuckin' with this
It's unfortunate, but nobody can compete with me
Bullet shook could make you take a bucket of piss
My gun is so strong that it could scare you enough to make you urinate
For runnin' your lips, got the fifth stuck in your ribs
If you keep talking too much, you will get shot in the chest
Don't make me splash your lungs right in front of your kids
Don't force me to shoot you in front of your children
I'm a basket case, don't ever give this bastard space
I am mentally unstable, and you should never give me any freedom
Or I'ma have your ass erased, I'm from the Bronx amongst corrupt cops
If you don't do what I say, I will harm you. I am from the Bronx, where the police are corrupt
We mothered this rap shit but still don't get enough props
We started the rap industry but still don't get enough recognition
All I hear is 'Gangsta', you ain't built like that
All people say about me is 'gangsta', but you are not built like me
Don't make me have to pull a tool and really tilt your cap
Don't force me to use my gun and hurt you
I'm from crills to crack, you've been dealin' with rap
I am familiar with both drugs and rap, while you only experienced rap
You ain't never run the streets, now I'm revealin' your act
You never carried out illegal activities, and now I'm exposing you
What the fuck?
What is wrong with you?
Lyrics Β© JELLYBEAN MUSIC GROUP, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Joseph Cartagena, Anthony Best
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Phoenix
{*background*}
(Ya'll wanna live my lifestyle
Never seen a brick, never seen a crackhouse
Wanna a war with the Don have your techs out
Bring it on, and I'mma show you gangsta)
{*lapses over*}
Yeah...ughh...right back at you motherfuckers....ughh...yeah..
[Verse 1]
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 niggas 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 Beamers and Benzes
Rope chain down to my dick, the beef looks tremendous
Me and my niggas 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
[Hook: repeat 2X]
Ya'll wanna live my lifestyle
Never seen a brick, never seen a crackhouse
Want a war with the Don have your macs out
Bring it on, and I'm show you gangsta
[Verse 2] {*lapse over chorus*}
Yeah, yeah, uh, yo, 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 could fuck with this
Pull a Suge move and 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 I'mma 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
[Hook: repeat 2X]
Ya'll wanna live my lifestyle
Never seen a brick, never seen a crackhouse
Wanna a war with the Don have your techs out
Bring it on, and I'm show you gangsta
LRTWR
One of the sickest beats .. ever. Crazy goosebumps.
anthony kallio
Sample is John Scott - Static Time - BRM1
Mateen Quwi
#LRTWR when i was watching versus between Jarule and Joey .... ayo when crack threw this song on i lost it i forgot all about this record this was smash π₯
dan flynn
@Bat Man β°β°0β°
Vince Henriquez
yessir!! Buckwild is the greatest hip hop producer that you haven't heard of yet. Man is a God at production.
Gvbella437
I definitely agree!ππ π€ͺ
Rocketmanπ
You know rap is trash when you come back in here listen to this again in 2020
Vas oldschool
20/10/2022
Joe King
@Eurosc84 Verzuz
Eurosc84
*2021