Way of Life

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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
 

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Duration
02:50
Key
11
Tempo
93 BPM

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