Interpret:

Fat Joe

Album:

Don cartagena

Yeah uhh dat gangsta shit 
Uhh yeah dat gangsta shit 
Uhh dat gangsta shit 
What you love huh? dat gangsta shit 
What you want huh? dat gangsta shit 
Now what we live huh? dat gangsta shit 
Yeah uhh uhh 
Recognize my presence this rap game specialized with legends 
I drop shit niggaz try to memorize in seconds 
You criticize me still visualize the lessons 
And when i wish to put aside the questions 
Before they find out, who's the realest 
Who done spoke without one joke about the illest 
Shit that ever happened, in this rappin beyond rappin 
Joe the god it ain't so hard to start clappin 
But i lay low, create flows, for the pesos 
Now we got extra hoes, wantin to chase shows 
I take foes, and break em down to minerals 
We went from street corner thugs to white collar criminals 
Individuals, with no peace on the quest 
The iced out, piece on my chest, from the east to the west 


Never sleep in a sweat, keep the heat with the vest 
Ready for the 'casian blazin gettin deep with the best 
The police wanna test my strategy, got half of the world 
Mad at me, but very few challenge me 
Perhaps you will be the first to approach this, lyrical dope shit 
Cartagena will bring the chrome like explosives 
Now what you love huh? dat gangsta shit 
What you want huh? dat gangsta shit 
Now what we live huh? dat gangsta shit 
Dat gangsta shit, dat gangsta shit 
Yeah, uhh, uhh 
Fuck the whole world, all i need is my dough and my girl 
And even she can get it, everybody go to hell 
I don't need y'all, disrespect the don and i'ma see y'all 
Hit you with the tech and the armor, you see-saw 
That's my steez, if i don't kill you i'ma clap you these 
Ask your peeps if i ain't have the beast soundin japanese 
Coughin blood, that's what you get for talkin thug 
Run up on your preacher with the sweeper feature coughin slugs 
Once a thug always a thug, hallways and drug dealers 
Fillers, killers, they wanna chill all day with us 
They love the don, these words are more than just another song
If i said i slit your neck, your jugular's gone 
Ain't nothin artificial, joe the god, the terror squad official 
Got a lot of pistols with missiles, prayer lies with you 
The shit you say'll get you sprayed with the clapper 
Just remember joe the god is not your ordinary rapper 
Now what we love huh? dat gangsta shit 
What you want huh? dat gangsta shit 
Now what we live huh? dat gangsta shit 
Dat gangsta shit, dat gangsta shit 
Now what you love huh? dat gangsta shit 
What you want huh? kick dat gangsta shit 
What you live huh? dat gangsta shit 
Dat gangsta shit, dat gangsta shit 
Yeah 
Goin out to all the real niggaz 
All the niggaz that support real hip-hop 
All my niggaz on the corners 
Dj's, no matter where the fuck you from 
It's where's your gat, hahaha 
Primo whattup nigga? yeah 
Don cartagena 
Terror squadian, rock the party and, what? 
Beotch!!