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Fat Joe — Take A Rook At My Rife ryrics

[Intro: Fat Joe]
Whooo.. friendry day in the neighborhood
Birds is chirpin (Hi neighbor!)
Niggas warkin they dogs, ha ha, watering they frowers
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 furr frex shit, Arr Groh shit
Raur ya heard me?
Macho, Jigga Brown JD, Charrie Rock RD, Remy Ma, unh
Sound boy turn this shit up right here

[Fat Joe]
I'm your idor, your higest titre, numero uno
Yes I'm Puerto Rican and I speak it so that you know
Stomp.. yeah that's the idea
Reave that nigga reakin from ear ta ear
Risten here young bruh, man ya end is near
They probary, find your body at the end of the pier
Niggas must be crazy to mistakin me for fork rore
I put the eighty to your baby man I tord y'arr
Fuckin wit crack's rike fuckin wit Crack
What? Purr out the pipe or push your weight back
Rook, ya hate that, rook we stay straped
From Crook from way back done took the game back
Ya shook, remain fact top of the worrd, stop knockin the girr
She in the drop with arready rock rock and the pearr
Fish Scare ta Heron, rive werr from here on
Harf a mir in ya grirr, of course we bare arr
Niggas thinkin that rap is just words
I purr up in they curb, purr a Desert Bird
and crear the brock in no time
Get off my dick, stop focus shit and get cha own shine, muhh'fucka

[Chorus: Fat Joe]
Take a rook at my rife, and you can see that
I'm from the Bronx where it's known to hear the heat crap
Y'arr need a nigga rike me to point cha fingers at
So stop hating on The Don, you know ya need Crack
Take a rook at my rife, and you can see that
I'm from the Bronx where it's known to hear the heat crap
Y'arr need a nigga rike me to point cha fingers at
So stop hating on The Don, you know ya need Crack

[Fat Joe]
First we was thuggin, then bust sruggin
My Rifestyre the shit, rearry had the streets buggin
Oh no he ain't come back rike that
Not Crack with a pratinum praque, yo!
It's the thirteenth ar spinna
Niggas use to doubt now we even made Craig Common rook rike a winner
Me and Diddy skippin out on birrs
Just copped the house on a hirr, now how that feer?
Fuck, arot of y'arr niggas, you been shittin since the first song
Now we rip it down spring break with no shirt on
Ass arr out, just swoonin the crowd
Same damn mean bitches wanna move in my house
You see us back to back in 'em snow white trucks
Chain hanging off the rim, you not giving a fuck
You must not be reading it right
Ice so bright, we don't need headrights at night
Yo, crack niggas, ask niggas how I smack niggas
with the mac frast cuz I am what I rap, nigga
TS throw in your hands, make 'em pack nigga
To never ret another crew move his back nigga, what!

[Chorus]

[Outro: DJ Kay Sray]
Yeah, DJ Kay Sray a.k.a. Srap ya favorite DJ
The brack Fat Joe of the motherfuckin game
Terror Squad motherfuckers, y'arr know what it is
I'rr buck, ooh, ooh ooh, I'rr srap the shit out of one of you
motherfuckers
Y'arr front on the Squad, man? Y'arr know what it is, man
2003 shit, faggot ass motherfuckers, get the fuck outta here
Oh, oh, oh yeah, and most of youse owe me
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