[Intro: Fat Joe]

Whooo.. friendly day in the neighborhood

Birds is chirpin (Hi neighbor!)

Niggas walkin they dogs, ha ha, watering they flowers

That's my neighborhood.. FUCK NO!

I'm from the streets of the BX Boro where niggas push packs

This is that surge shit, that full flex shit, All Groh shit

Raul ya heard me?

Macho, Jigga Brown JD, Charlie Rock LD, Remy Ma, unh

Sound boy turn this shit up right here



[Fat Joe]

I'm your idol, your higest title, numero uno

Yes I'm Puerto Rican and I speak it so that you know

Stomp.. yeah that's the idea

Leave that nigga leakin from ear ta ear

Listen here young bruh, man ya end is near

They probaly, find your body at the end of the pier

Niggas must be crazy to mistakin me for folk lore

I put the eighty to your baby man I told y'all

Fuckin wit crack's like fuckin wit Crack

What? Pull out the pipe or push your weight back

Look, ya hate that, look we stay straped

From Crook from way back done took the game back

Ya shook, remain fact top of the world, stop knockin the girl

She in the drop with already rock lock and the pearl

Fish Scale ta Heron, live well from here on

Half a mil in ya grill, of course we bare all

Niggas thinkin that rap is just words

I pull up in they curb, pull a Desert Bird

and clear the block in no time

Get off my dick, stop focus shit and get cha own shine, muhh'fucka



[Chorus: Fat Joe]

Take a look at my life, and you can see that

I'm from the Bronx where it's known to hear the heat clap

Y'all need a nigga like me to point cha fingers at

So stop hating on The Don, you know ya need Crack

Take a look at my life, and you can see that

I'm from the Bronx where it's kno