Way of Life

Lyrics

[Intro: Fat Joe] Diggin' In The Crates '9-9 Don Carta bomb harder! Uh, still Diggin', y'all Yeah, Big L, yeah, yeah [Verse 1: Fat Joe] There's only one way for me to explain The key to this game is longev', keep it the same The seeds'll remain, only if they bringin' the pain Hip-Hop won't stop, like the heat in my veins The streets know my name, Don Carta bomb harder My persona is honored in the Bronx, that's my alma mater I'm smarter than the average Joe, packin' a flow That's stackin' the dough, bring the triz in the back and let's go It's Fat Joe, I'ma set it straight If you do your hist', I exist through Diggin' In The Crates Bringin' in the ace, had to stay up late Playin' the corners, but never seen a day Upstate 'Til the day I escape, or see Tone at the Pearly Gates I continue to run shit, even after the computer breaks You know the rates, fifty-thou' for every verse that's foul As I bring rhymes to life, up like the birth of a child [Chorus: Armaggedon] We all self-centered, it's our world, you just in it Check the V.I.P. part of the club, flooded with women Push a plush tinted truck with thugs in it You'd never catch any one of us broke with no dubs drivin' a lemon It's our way of life, you in the game, better play it right Buy a house with only my chains, so, player, name your price Fly niggas, since we was crawlin', you can ask our pops You ain't really ballin' with that, so nigga, pass the rock [Verse 2: Big L] Check it – my whole crew holdin', we all got rides with extra features It's a bunch of y'all, one got dough, the rest is leeches You probably mad 'cause I be sexin' divas I should pull this pistol out and make you touch your sneakers I'm on some cool-out shit, but I will pull this tool out quick And put some holes in your new outfit You frontin' hard, 'cause you whip a Range But it's a 4.0, you nerd nigga, you heard Jigga, now get your change You ain't a willy, you a Small Soldier Give it up, son, it's all over And you never sold a pound of 'caine You a clown with fame, goin' down the drain, all your shit sound the same I'm a shine papo, 'cause when you got dough, your rocks glow L got a hot flow, the rap capo I'm Uptown's smoothest, my first album left you clowns clueless Sayin' I'm wack, you sound foolish Niggas hate to see L bubble, they'd rather see L struggle 'Cause what they sell, I'ma sell double You wanna see rocks, then look at L wrist If you see me in the club drinkin' Mo', that mean they don't sell Cris' – we big [Chorus: Armaggedon] We all self-centered, it's our world, you just in it Check the V.I.P. part of the club, flooded with women Push a plush tinted truck with thugs in it You'd never catch any one of us broke with no dubs drivin' a lemon It's our way of life, you in the game, better play it right Buy a house with only my chains, so, player, name your price Fly niggas, since we was crawlin', you can ask our pops You ain't really ballin' with that, so nigga, pass the rock