Lyrics:

[intro: fat joe]br /Whooo.. friendly day in the neighborhoodbr /Birds is chirpin (hi neighbor!)br /Niggas walkin they dogs, ha ha, watering they flowersbr /That's my neighborhood.. fuck no!br /I'm from the streets of the bx boro where niggas push packsbr /This is that surge shit, that full flex shit, all groh shitbr /Raul ya heard me? br /Macho, jigga brown jd, charlie rock ld, remy ma, unhbr /Sound boy turn this shit up right herebr /br /[fat joe]br /I'm your idol, your higest title, numero unobr /Yes I'm puerto rican and I speak it so that you knowbr /Stomp.. yeah that's the ideabr /Leave that nigga leakin from ear ta earbr /Listen here young bruh, man ya end is nearbr /They probaly, find your body at the end of the pierbr /Niggas must be crazy to mistakin me for folk lorebr /I put the eighty to your baby man I told y'allbr /Fuckin wit crack's like fuckin wit crackbr /What? pull out the pipe or push your weight backbr /Look, ya hate that, look we stay strapedbr /From crook from way back done took the game backbr /Ya shook, remain fact top of the world, stop knockin the girlbr /She in the drop with already rock lock and the pearlbr /Fish scale ta heron, live well from here onbr /Half a mil in ya grill, of course we bare allbr /Niggas thinkin that rap is just wordsbr /I pull up in they curb, pull a desert birdbr /And clear the block in no timebr /Get off my dick, stop focus shit and get cha own shine, muhh'fuckabr /br /[chorus: fat joe]br /Take a look at my life, and you can see thatbr /I'm from the bronx where it's known to hear the heat clapbr /Y'all need a nigga like me to point cha fingers atbr /So stop hating on the don, you know ya need crackbr /Take a look at my life, and you can see thatbr /I'm from the bronx where it's known to hear the heat clapbr /Y'all need a nigga like me to point cha fingers atbr /So stop hating on the don, you know ya need crackbr /br /[fat joe]br /First we was thuggin, then bust slugginbr /My lifestyle the shit, really had the streets bugginbr /Oh no he ain't come back like thatbr /Not crack with a platinum plaque, yo!br /It's the thirteenth al spinnabr /Niggas use to doubt now we even made craig common look like a winnerbr /Me and diddy skippin out on billsbr /Just copped the house on a hill, now how that feel? br /Fuck, alot of y'all niggas, you been shittin since the first songbr /Now we rip it down spring break with no shirt onbr /Ass all out, just swoonin the crowdbr /Same damn mean bitches wanna move in my housebr /You see us back to back in 'em snow white trucksbr /Chain hanging off the rim, you not giving a fuckbr /You must not be reading it rightbr /Ice so bright, we don't need headlights at nightbr /Yo, crack niggas, ask niggas how I smack niggasbr /With the mac flast cuz I am what I rap, niggabr /Ts throw in your hands, make 'em pack niggabr /To never let another crew move his back nigga, what!br /br /[chorus]br /br /[outro: dj kay slay]br /Yeah, dj kay slay a.k.a. slap ya favorite djbr /The black fat joe of the motherfuckin gamebr /Terror squad motherfuckers, y'all know what it isbr /I'll buck, ooh, ooh ooh, I'll slap the shit out of one of youbr /Motherfuckersbr /Y'all front on the squad, man? y'all know what it is, manbr /2003 shit, faggot ass motherfuckers, get the fuck outta herebr /Oh, oh, oh yeah, and most of youse owe me