| Lyrics: | [Intro: Fat Joe]
Whooo.. friendly day in the neighborhood
Birds is chirpin (Hi
neighbor!)
Niggas walkin they dogs, ha ha, watering they flowers
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 full flex shit, All Groh shit
Raul ya heard me?
Macho, Jigga Brown JD, Charlie
Rock LD, Remy Ma, unh
Sound boy turn this shit up right here
[Fat Joe]
I'm your
idol, your higest title, numero uno
Yes I'm Puerto Rican and I speak it so that you
know
Stomp.. yeah that's the idea
Leave that nigga leakin from ear ta ear
Listen here
young bruh, man ya end is near
They probaly, find your body at the end of the pier
Niggas
must be crazy to mistakin me for folk lore
I put the eighty to your baby man I told
y'all
Fuckin wit crack's like fuckin wit Crack
What? Pull out the pipe or push your weight
back
Look, ya hate that, look we stay straped
From Crook from way back done took the game
back
Ya shook, remain fact top of the world, stop knockin the girl
She in the drop with
already rock lock and the pearl
Fish Scale ta Heron, live well from here on
Half a mil in ya
grill, of course we bare all
Niggas thinkin that rap is just words
I pull up in they curb,
pull a Desert Bird
and clear the block in no time
Get off my dick, stop focus shit and get
cha own shine, muhh'fucka
[Chorus: Fat Joe]
Take a look at my life, and you can see
that
I'm from the Bronx where it's known to hear the heat clap
Y'all need a nigga like me to
point cha fingers at
So stop hating on The Don, you know ya need Crack
Take a look at my
life, and you can see that
I'm from the Bronx where it's kno |
