Party Arty - Way of Life (Original) lyrics

[Intro: Fat Joe] Diggin In The Crates nine-nine, uh! Don Carta bomb harder, what? Yeah, D-I-T-C now and forever, dun dun What? What? What? Yeah, yo, yo, yo [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 as my alma matter I'm smarter than the average Joe, packin a flow That's stackin the dough, bring the b**h to the back and let's go Fat Joe, I'mma set 'em straight If you do your hits. I exist from Diggin In The Crates Bringin in the eighths, I 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 sh** 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 [Hook: Party Arty & O.C.] (It's the way of life) Doin' it big, movin' with kids The type of cats that put two in your wig (It's the way of life) Gettin' the dough, spittin' the flow Hittin' the dro, sippin' the Mo' (It's the way of life) co*kin' shines, co*kin' nines Plot 'n grind, we want stocks and bonds (It's the way of life) Big honeys, quick money Playin' gin rummy, ain't sh** funny [Verse 2: Big L] Check it, my whole crew holdin We all got rides with extra features It's a bunch of ya'll, one got dough, the rest is leeches You probably mad cuz I be s**in' divas I should pull this pistol out and make you touch your sneakers I'm on some cool out sh**, but I will pull this tool out quick And put some holes in your new outfit You frontin' hard cuz you whip a Range But it's a 4.0, you nerd n***a, 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 cane You a clown with fame, goin' down the drain All yo' sh** sound the same I'mma shine pop-o, cuz when you got dough your rocks glow L got a hot flow, the rap coppo I'm Uptown's smoothest, my first album left you clowns clueless Sayin I'm wack, you sound foolish n***as hate to see L bubble, they'd rather see L struggle Cuz what they sell, I'mma sell double You wanna see rocks, then look at L wrist If you see me in the club drinkin Mo' that means they don't sell Cris, yeah [Hook: Party Arty & O.C.] (Yo it's the way of life) Doin' it big, movin' with kids The type of cats that put two in your wig (It's the way of life) Prayin' to Christ, rollin the dice Gettin' twenty a show for just holdin' the mic (It's the way of life) Movin' with peeps, cruisin' in jeeps Doin' them beats, got you movin' your feet (It's the way of life) Runnin' the spots, duckin' the cops Bustin' the shots, floodin' the watch [Verse 3: Lord Finesse] I be that rap villain Goal in life: Stack millions Used to be the frontman, now I play the back, chillin' Into cheddar. f** chasin' pigeons, y'all know better I keep a nice bird on my shoulder, like Baretta Floss - hotter models, type n***a you gotta follow f** rocks, we into boulders like Colorado Ready to start it Gon' stay heavy regardless I'm the baddest n***a out since Telly Savalas Cat wit' cheddar Making mad stacks forever The Mack, minus the Cadillac, hat and feather Yap whatever Cats know better I'm the rap director, tellin' you n***as 'Get your act together' And can't - no man, decide my fate I'm eatin'. sh**, I see you tryin' to hide the plate The world is mine to take. See you after the girls Neighborhood n***a, I'm known by like half o' the world Keep sleepin'. 'cause you think I'm crusin' the rear f** around, I'll have your spot like musical chairs You see cats stay stressed, even at they best Over when the fat lady sing? That b**h is half-way dressed [Hook: Party Arty & O.C.] (Yo it's the way of life) Doin' it big, movin' with kids The type of cats that put two in your wig (It's the way of life) Prayin' to Christ, rollin the dice Gettin' twenty a show for just holdin' the mic (It's the way of life) Movin' with peeps, cruisin' in jeeps Doin' them beats, got you movin' your feet (It's the way of life) Runnin' the spots, duckin' the cops Bustin' the shots, floodin' the watch, what?