My Lifestyle

[Buddha Monk:]

Guess who's back at his best, armed for the war*

Bring ya best, it's new world order, Buddha Monk

Glock in my hand, locked on every man

The Brooklyn street pharmacist, taking anybody's and I don't give a damn

I sold to ya man, bagged up the ****, then cut 'em by the throat

Then send 'em up the river where Malik got smoked

More blood in the water than a fish in a pond

My ***** bleeding when she getting it on

It's BK, AK-9, semi auto's and grenades

Knives, razors and switch blades

And, fades, dreads and braids

Smoked in the park, in front of the dark, you play

Bullets with no intent, hitting innocent kids

At the stand with lemonade, Duc-Lo when the World Trade became a fade

Got rid of pounds of hydro and purple haze

Just to get by for the day, man, it's no lie

When I tell you I seen more heads fly

Than Prince's mother screaming when doves cry

People praising King Selassie Ah Judah ***** Buddha

Crosses, hail maries

Candles with seven African powers, witch craft

And all that *****t, *****t, *****

My ***** in the dirt, I got no time for that *****t

Stay guard, move forward, extra clips and no drip

This world is mines, I take what I need

No need for asking, I blaze for what's mines

Keep it real mutha*****as and hold the nine, who want it?

[Chorus x2: Fat Joe sample]

Y'all wanna live my lifestyle

Never seen a brick never seen a crack house

Wanna war with the Don have your macs out

Bring it on and I'm a show you gangsta