Fat Joe - The Wild Life (feat. Prospect & Xzibit) Lyrics
feat. Prospect, Xzibit)[Fat Joe]Yeah, uh, dat gangsta shit!Shout to my homies out westThe hoo-bangers!Mack Deezy for SheezyAll my niggas in the BronxHoldin them corners downYa heard? Get it right![Verse 1: Fat Joe]Joe cracks back, been a long time cominNo mean to disrespect but a lot of ya'lls frontinShook niggas, me and the Squad done took niggasFlex drop bombs but you seem to overlook niggasWe the nicest in the game, even lifers know the nameThrowin blows like Tyson when he rained***** the ice in the range, I'm tryin to get stockedGenerate mil's so I can buy back my old blockIt's like the rap games far from the crack gameNiggas is mad lane (How come?) They act tameYou can tell from my scars life is hardShot down in broad day life in front of my Mom'sAnd the feds never give up, they tryin to kill usI'm stressed drinkin (?)tearin my liverLivin my life like I dont careI'm out to take the throneMy mom's in the window hopin I'ma make it homeThe streets is funny peeps'll kill youover piece of money, 'specially if you sleepinAnd dont keep it gully, I'm from the bronxHome of niggas that'll stalk you senselessDont resent this, I'm knowin that you comprehend thisIts the wild life, niggas done lost they mindIts the wild life, everybody wanna floss and shineBut could you blame them?Niggas is brought up with angerPops in jail, Moms get tossed up on stangers[Prospect]Yo its the wild lifeWhere peeps takin life for keepsYo its the wild lifeWe all brawlin, fight to eatThe enemies and the deeds lurk through N.Y.CSome of them on they back lookin upLike "Yo, why me?"[Verse 2: Prospect]I never really had a popsBut who the *****s to blameHe did 13, and wonder why the steets my nameAnd he's my game, cuz I'm the typeTo leak your frame, give you a slapWith the cast, you can meet my painDefeat I bring, to the nicest rapper you knowI aint a killer but I still might clapat shooters, you for real hereNiggas be followin with stepsI made my own moves, so the tokersCould swallow they breathAcknowledge the best, and do what I didLike I'm blessed, 7 days in a comaThis is life after deathI'm in it to win, ya heard?From beginning to end, you could get shoteven though you once considered a friendSometimes my minds driven to winTryin to scare societyBut cant slip again cuz my lil' man relyin meEveryday I put through a testBut still progressI'm tryin to climb hillsAnd tryin to make me kill for lessYo its the wild lifeWhere peeps takin life for keepsYo its the wild lifeWe all brawlin, fight to eatThe enemies and the deeds lurk through N.Y.CSome of them on they back lookin upLike "Yo, why me?"[Xzibit]Yo its the wildlifeStraight kidnappin and carjackinYo its the wildlifeNigga ***** scrappin, we all packinI'ma smash on anybody disrespectin the turfSraight to the dirtWe niggas known for puttin in work[Verse 3: Xzibit]I make it all go down rightIn front of your faceAnother life goes to wasteFor names sake of the paper chaserIt aint safe here, the bright lights cablide youMix sedica, swollow you wholeThey cant find youWorst thing is walkin these streetsI need clarity, peace and prosperityIs never gon' see, so niggas with beefNiggas bumpin they gums and teethStraight to the policeTryin to plant us six feet deepBut I aint goin for thatMy shit clap through your starter capPull your socks back, we aint runnin from nothinComin from nothin, makes you struggle harder for somethinShit is disgusting, you can even trust who you *****inThe wild life! Colder the nightsYou niggas aint nice, put yo money where yo mouth isAnd roll the dice, puffin canibus and tivaWith the Don Cartagena, believe a niggaWhen I say, dont make me have to spray yaYo its the wildlifeStraight kidnappin and carjackinYo its the wildlifeNigga ***** scrappin, we all packinI'ma smash on anybody disrespectin the turfSraight to the dirtWe niggas known for puttin in work
