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Don Cartagena (feat. Puff Daddy)
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Ca sĩ: Fat Joe
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[Featuring Puff Daddy]
 
Nobody said it would be easy ha hah
 
[Puff] What y'all want to do hah? (2X)
 
Nobody want to handle it
 
[Puff] AS WE PROCEED TO GIVE YOU WHAT YOU NEED
 
[Puff] What y'all want to do hah? (2X)
 
[Puff] NINE EIGHT IT'S THE GREAT
 
[Puff] What y'all want to do hah? (2X)
 
Verse One: Fat Joe
 
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
 
Diablo Drago, he go to war wit a bottle
 
Simple as dat, flip out the mack and cripple a cat ("take that" 4X)
 
Right through your back tissue with any pistol I pack (c'mon)
 
Physical rap means we live the lyrics
 
Long as *****z 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 (five sixty) only the Squad ride with me
 
Unless you a Bad Boy, and roll with Puff Diddy (eheheheh)
 
It's my city, and everything in it
 
Ain't a thing rented (c'mon) it's my Benz, if you see me in it (yeah)
 
We invented floodin the watch, and runnin the spots
 
That's why, I'm not a player, I just crush a lot
 
Chorus: Puff Daddy
 
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
 
(repeat 2X)
 
Verse Two: Fat Joe
 
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 want to 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, mmm)
 
Exotic tokin parrots on my wrist
 
It ain't **** but for sex, money, and drugs
 
True thugs with slugs and wrap bodies in rugs
 
What the ****, Joe Crack, twist your cap back
 
Leave your heart rate flat, once Terror Squad attacks (yea yea yea)
 
Chorus 2X
 
(Puff Daddy talkin over chorus)
 
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!