My lifestyle chords and lyrics - FAT JOE

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[Verse 1]
[Am]Ya'll wanna live my lifestyle
Never seen a brick,
never seen a crackhouse
(Right back at you motherfuckers)
Wanna a war [E]with the Don have
[Am]your macs out

[Verse 2]
Bring it on, and Imma show you gangsta
Yo, [E]Yo, I stand

[Verse 3]
[Am]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 [E]very scary
[Am]What you know 16 be missin'
[E]Ben[Am]zes
Rope chain down to my dick,
The beef [E]looks tremend[Am]ous
Me and my niggaz 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 [E]screw me
[Am]Exit the club,
about to cruise up the block now
With the taj, stay frontin' with [E]top down
[Am]See me in that new thing with my fiancee
Ass so fat, making you say
"Muchos [E]Grande"
[Am]Don't blame me, blame them,
the white folk

[Verse 4]
[Am]For giving me ten mil,
for possessin' the tight flow
Whoa
Ya'll wanna live my lifestyle

[Verse 5]
Never seen a brick, never seen [Am]a
crackhouse
Wanna a war with the Don
have your [E]macs out
[Am]Bring it on,
and Imma show you gangsta

[Verse 6]
Ya'll wanna live my [Am]lifestyle
Never seen a brick,
never seen a crackhouse
Wanna a war with the Don have your [E]macs out
[Am]Bring it on, and Imma show you gangs[E]ta

[Verse 7]
Blow [Am]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
[E]Toke the[Am] pistol for those
who appose the issue
[E]I hope I c[Am]onvinced you to back up,
Really you acted up, believe me
I could easily get your as[E]s touched
[Am]And that sucks,
ain't nobody fuckin' with [E]this
Bul[Am]let shook could make you take
a bucket of [E]piss
For runnin' [Am]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 Imma have your ass erased
I'm from the Bronx amongst corrupt cops,
We mothered this rap shit
But still don't get enough props
[E]All I h[Am]ear is "Gangsta" you
ain't build like that

[Verse 8]
Don't make [Am]me have to pull a tool
And really tilt your [E]cap
I'm [Am]from crills to crack
You've been dealin' with rap
You ain't never run the streets,
Now I'm revealing your act

[Verse 9]
What [Am]the fuck
Ya'll wanna live my [E]lifestyle

[Verse 10]
[Am]
Never seen a brick,
never seen a crackhouse
Wanna a war with the Don
have your [E]macs out
[Am]Bring it on,
and Imma show you gangsta
Ya'll wanna live my [E]lifestyle

[Verse 11]
[Am]
Never seen a brick,
never seen [E]a c[Am]rackhouse
Wanna a war with the Don
have your [E]macs out
[Am]Bring it on, and Imma show you gangsta

[Outro 1]
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