Way of Life

[Intro: Fat Joe]
Diggin' In The Crates 9-9
Don Carta bomb harder
Uh, still diggin', y'all
Yeah, Big L, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
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 won't stop like the heat in my veins
The streets know my name, Don Carta bomb harder
My persona is honored in the Bronx, that's my alma matter
I'm smarter than the average Joe, packin' a flow
That's stackin' the dough, bring the triz in the back and let's go
It's 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
'Til the day I escape or see Tone at the pearly gates
I continue to run shit 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

[Chorus: Armaggedon]
We all self-centered, it's our world you just in it
Check the VIP part of the club, flooded with women
Push a plush tinted truck wit thugs in it
You'd never catch any one of us broke with no dubs drivin' a lemon
It's our way of life, you in the game better play it right
Buy a house with only my chains, so playa, name your price
Fly niggas, since we was crawlin', you can ask our pops
You ain't really ballin' with that, so nigga, pass the rock

[Verse 2: Big L]
Check it, my whole crew holdin'
We all got rides with extra features
It's a bunch of y'all, one got dough, the rest is leeches
You probably mad 'cause 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 'cause you 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 soldier
Give it up, son, it's all over
And you never sold a, pound of 'caine
You a clown with fame, goin' down the drain
All your shit sound the same
I'ma shine pop-o, 'cause when you got dough your rocks glow
L got a hot flow, the rap capo
I'm Uptown's smoothest, my first album left you clowns clueless
Sayin' I'm wack, you sound foolish
Niggas hate to see L bubble, they'd rather see L struggle
'Cause what they sell, I'ma sell double
You wanna see rocks, then look at L wrist
If you see me in the club drinkin' Mo' that mean they don't sell Cris', we big

[Chorus: Armaggedon]
We all self-centered, it's our world you just in it
Check the VIP part of the club, flooded with women
Push a plush tinted truck wit thugs in it
You'd never catch any one of us broke with no dubs drivin' a lemon
It's our way of life, you in the game better play it right
Buy a house with only my chains, so playa, name your price
Fly niggas, since we was crawlin', you can ask our pops
You ain't really ballin' with that, so nigga, pass the rock