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Way Of Life (Marco Polo Remix)
Big L & Fat Joe & Party Arty & Showbiz, Fat Joe, Party Arty y Showbiz
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Diggin' in the crates 9 9
Don Carta bomb harder
Uh, still diggin' ya'll
Yeah, Big L, yeah, yeah
Yeah 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 don't stop like the heat in my vein
The streets know my name Don Carta bomb harder
My persona is honored in the Bronx as my alma matter
I'm smarter than the average Joe, packin' a flow
That's stackin' the dough, let's bring the chips in the bag and let's go
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
'Till the day I escape or see tone at the pearly gates
I continue to runch it even after the computer breaks
You know the rates, fifty-thou for every verse that's foul
As I bring rhymes to life like the birth of a child
We all self-centered, it's our world you just in it
Check the VIP part of the club, flooded wit' women
Push a plush tinted truck wit' thugs in it
You never catch any one of us broke wit' no dubs drivin' the limit
It's our way of life, you in the game better play it right
Buy a house wit' only my chains, so playa name your price
Fly niggas, since we was crawlin', you can ask our pops
You ain't really ballin' wit' that, so nigga pass the rock
Check it, my whole crew holdin'
We all got cars wit' extra features
It's a bunch of y'all, one got dough, the rest is leeches
You probably mad cuz 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 cuz your 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 solider, give it up son it's all over
And you never sold a, pound a cane
You a clown wit' fame, goin' down the drain
All yo' shit sound the same
I'ma shine pop-o, cuz when you got dough your rocks glow
L got a hot flow that rap coppo
I'm uptown smoothest, first album left you clowns clueless
Sayin' I'm wack, you niggas sound foolish
Niggas hate to see l bubble, they'd rather see l struggle
Cuz what they sell, I'ma sell double
You wanna see rocks, then look at l's wrist
If you see me in the club drinkin' mo' that means they don't see cris
We all self-centered, it's our world you just in it
Check the VIP part of the club, flooded wit' women
Push a plush tinted truck wit' thugs in it
You never catch any one of us broke wit' no dubs drivin' the limit
It's our way of life, you in the game better play it right
Buy a house wit' only my chains, so playa name your price
Fly niggas, since we was crawlin', you can ask our pops
You ain't really ballin' wit' that, so nigga pass the rock