The Wild Life Fat Joe (Ft. Prospect & Xzibit)

[Fat Joe]
Yeah, uh, dat gangsta shit!
Shout to my homies out west
The hoo-bangers!
Mack Deezy for Sheezy
All my niggas in the Bronx
Holdin them corners down
Ya heard? Get it right!

[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
Joe crack's back, been a long time comin'
No mean to disrespect but a lot of y'alls frontin
Shook niggas, me and the Squad done took niggas
Flex drop bombs but you seem to overlook niggas
We the nicest in the game, even lifers know the name
Throwin blows like Tyson when he rained
Fuck the ice in the range, I'm tryin to get stock
Generate mills so I can buy back my old block
It's like the rap game's far from the crack game
Niggas is mad lame (How come?) They act tame
You can tell from my scars life is hard
Shot down in broad day light in front of my Mom's
And the feds never give up, they tryin to kill us
I'm stressed drinkin VSOP tearin my liver
Livin my life like I don't care
I'm out to take the throne
My mom's in the window hopin I'mma make it home
The streets is funny peeps'll kill you over decent money
'specially if you sleepin the do' keep it gully
I'm from the Bronx
Home of niggas that'll stomp you senseless
Don't resent this, I'm knowin that you comprehend this