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Тексты (слова) песенСписок исполнителей в алфавитном порядкеА  Б В Г Д Е Ё Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Э Ю Я  A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P R S T U V W X Y Z  Текст (слова) песни: Fat Joe - Take A Look At My Life[Intro: Fat Joe] Whooo.. friendly day in the neighborhood Birds is chirpin (Hi neighbor!) Niggas walkin they dogs, ha ha, watering they flowers Thats my neighborhood.. FUCK NO! Im 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 [Fat Joe] Im your idol, your highest title, numero uno Yes Im Puerto Rican and I speak it so that you know Stomp.. yeah thats 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 yall Fuckin wit cracks 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, muhhfucka [Chorus: Fat Joe] Take a look at my life, and you can see that Im from the Bronx where its known to hear the heat clap Yall 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 Im from the Bronx where its known to hear the heat clap Yall 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 aint come back like that Not Crack with a platinum plaque, yo! Its 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 yall 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 dont 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, yall know what it is Ill buck, ooh, ooh ooh, Ill slap the shit out of one of you motherfuckers Yall front on the Squad, man? Yall 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 |
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