เนื้อเพลง The Wild Life - Fat Joe

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

[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
Joe cracks back, been a long time comin
No mean to disrespect but a lot of ya'lls frontin
Shook n*ggas, me and the Squad done took n*ggas
Flex drop bombs but you seem to overlook n*ggas
We the nicest in the game, even lifers know the name
Throwin blows like Tyson when he rained
F*ck the ice in the range, I'm tryin to get stocked
Generate mil's so I can buy back my old block
It's like the rap games far from the crack game
N*ggas is mad lane(How come?)They act tame
You can tell from my scars life is hard
Shot down in broad day life in front of my Mom's
And the feds never give up, they tryin to kill us
I'm stressed drinkin (?)tearin my liver
Livin my life like I dont care
I'm out to take the throne
My mom's in the window hopin I'ma make it home
The streets is funny peeps'll kill you
over piece of money, 'specially if you sleepin
And dont keep it gully, I'm from the bronx
Home of n*ggas that'll stalk you senseless
Dont resent this, I'm knowin that you comprehend this

Its The Wild Life, n*ggas done lost they mind
Its the wild life, everybody wanna floss and shine
But could you blame them?
N*ggas is brought up with anger
Pops in jail, Moms get tossed up on stangers

[Prospect]
Yo its the wild life
Where peeps takin life for keeps
Yo its the wild life
We all brawlin, fight to eat
The enemies and the deeds lurk through N.Y.C
Some of them on they back lookin up
Like "Yo, why me?"

[Verse 2: Prospect]
I never really had a pops
But who the f*cks to blame
He did 13, and wonder why the steets my name
And he's my game, cuz I'm the type
To leak your frame, give you a slap
With the cast, you can meet my pain
Defeat I bring, to the nicest rapper you know
I aint a killer but I still might clap
at shooters, you for real here
N*ggas be followin with steps
I made my own moves, so the tokers
Could swallow they breath
Acknowledge the best, and do what I did
Like I'm blessed, 7 days in a coma
This is life after death
I'm in it to win, ya heard?
From beginning to end, you could get shot
even though you once considered a friend
Sometimes my minds driven to win
Tryin to scare society
But cant slip again cuz my lil' man relyin me
Everyday I put through a test
But still progress
I'm tryin to climb hills
And tryin to make me kill for less

Yo its the wild life
Where peeps takin life for keeps
Yo its the wild life
We all brawlin, fight to eat
The enemies and the deeds lurk through N.Y.C
Some of them on they back lookin up
Like "Yo, why me?"

[Xzibit]
Yo its the wildlife
Straight kidnappin and carjackin
Yo its the wildlife
N*gga f*ck scrappin, we all packin
I'ma smash on anybody disrespectin the turf
Sraight to the dirt
We n*ggas known for puttin in work

[Verse 3: Xzibit]
I make it all go down right
In front of your face
Another life goes to waste
For names sake of the paper chaser
It aint safe here, the bright lights cablide you
Mix sedica, swollow you whole
They cant find you
Worst thing is walkin these streets
I need clarity, peace and prosperity
Is never gon' see, so n*ggas with beef
N*ggas bumpin they gums and teeth
Straight to the police
Tryin to plant us six feet deep
But I aint goin for that
My sh*t clap through your starter cap
Pull your socks back, we aint runnin from nothin
Comin from nothin, makes you struggle harder for somethin
Sh*t is disgusting, you can even trust who you f*ckin
The wild life! Colder the nights
You n*ggas aint nice, put yo money where yo mouth is
And roll the dice, puffin canibus and tiva
With the Don Cartagena, believe a n*gga
When I say, dont make me have to spray ya

Yo its the wildlife
Straight kidnappin and carjackin
Yo its the wildlife
N*gga f*ck scrappin, we all packin
I'ma smash on anybody disrespectin the turf
Sraight to the dirt
We n*ggas known for puttin in work