Fat Joe Feat. Puff Daddy - Don Cartagena lyrics

rate me

Nobody said it would be easy, ha, ha

What y'all wanna do, ha?

What y'all wanna do, ha?

Nobody wanna handle it

As we proceed, to give you what you need

What y'all wanna do, ha?

What y'all wanna do, ha?

Nine-eight, it's the great

What y'all wanna do, ha?

What y'all wanna do, ha?

Now why the sad face, jealous for fellas that's diamond laced

Tryin' to find a place to recline, shine my face

Under the sun where it's warm, runnin' with Pun 'til, I'm gone

That's word is bond on my moms

That's the squad motto, got beef we call Rallo

Dame Un Trago, he go to war wit a bottle

Simple as dat, flip out the mack and cripple a cat

(Take that, take that, take that, take that)

Right through your back tissue with any pistol I pack

(C'mon)

Physical rap means we live the lyrics

Long as niggaz fear us you could never entirely disappear us

We the realest you ever gon' see

In all honesty, ain't another brother that's hotter than me

Modesty'll get nowhere, that's why I go there

(Yeah, yeah)

Like lettin' you know where to buy the new Fat Joe gear

(That's right)

Five sixty only the Squad ride with me

(Five sixty)

Unless you a Bad Boy, and roll with Puff Diddy

(Eh eh eh eh)

It's my city, and everything in it

Ain't a thing rented it's my Benz, if you see me in it

(C'mon, yeah)

We invented floodin' the watch, and runnin' the spots

That's why, I'm not a player, I just crush a lot

What you thought, we ain't run the streets?

Now you can't sleep ten deep, convoyin' in the Benz jeep

Rollin deep with the Don-Tana

I put the chrome in your cara, adios to manana

What you thought, we ain't run the streets?

Now you can't sleep ten deep, convoyin' in the Benz jeep

Rollin deep with the Don-Tana

I put the chrome in your cara, adios to manana

Yea, uh, yo

You better slide or catch this homicide

Ain't no match for Joey Crack, I'm blowin' backs out the other side

Brothers died and mother's cried at wakes, these are The Breaks

Kurtis Blow your head off like Jake

(Like Jake)

So take heed and read between the lines, ain't no cheatin' mines

Player haters never wanna see my shine

Up in the Range or in the Lex Coupe

Rockin' a fresh suit with dress shoes, on my way to Les Boo's

Less choose the life we rather live, on the streets stabbin' kids

Or livin' mad sweet in lavish cribs

Fix marriages for my kids, six karats, I'm a whiz

(Mm, mm)

Exotic tokin' parrots on my wrist

It ain't shit but for sex, money, and drugs

True thugs with slugs and wrap bodies in rugs

What the fuck, Joe Crack, twist your cap back

Leave your heart rate flat, once terror squad attacks

(Yea, yea, yea)

What you thought, we ain't run the streets?

Now you can't sleep ten deep, convoyin' in the Benz jeep

Rollin deep with the Don-Tana

I put the chrome in your cara, adios to manana

What you thought, we ain't run the streets?

Now you can't sleep ten deep, convoyin' in the Benz jeep

Rollin deep with the Don-Tana

I put the chrome in your cara, adios to manana

Terror Squad, and Bad Boy

Joey Crack, Big Pun

I see you

Can't sleep, ten deep

Yea, uh, huh

Adios to manana

Terror Squad, what?

Bad Boy, khanmean?

Joey Crack, Big Pun

I see you, I see you

C'mon, yea, yea, say what say what?

Say what say what?

Uh, huh

I see you, take that

Adios to manana