[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'ma 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 niggaz 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 be missin' Benzes

Rope chain down to my dick, the beef looks tremendous

Me and my niggaz flip holes in bitches

Back then, when I wouldn't even pose for bitches

A-YO, you can ask dapadan 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



[Chorus: 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



[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

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 basketcase, 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 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



[Chorus: 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