
Lyrics
Whooo.. 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, All 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] I'm your idol, your higest title, numero uno Yes I'm Puerto Rican and I speak it so that you know Stomp.. yeah that's 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 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 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 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 get cha own shine, muhh'fucka [Chorus: Fat Joe] 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 kno
Credits
- Artist
- Fat Joe
- Genre
- 랩/힙합
- Release
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