Fat Joe - Dat Gangsta Shit Lyrics
Yeah, uhh, dat gangsta shitUhh, yeah, dat gangsta shitUhh, dat gangsta shitWhat you love huh? dat gangsta shitWhat you want huh? dat gangsta shitNow what we live huh? dat gangsta shitYeah, uhh, uhhRecognize my presence, this rap game specialized with legendsI drop shit niggaz try to memorize in secondsYou criticize me, still visualize the lessonsAnd when I wish to put aside the questionsBefore they find out, whos the realestWho done spoke without one joke about the illestShit that ever happened, in this rappin beyond rappinJoe the God it aint so hard to start clappinBut I lay low, create flows, for the pesosNow we got extra hoes, wantin to chase showsI take foes, and break em down to mineralsWe went from street corner thugs to white collar criminalsIndividuals, with no peace on the questThe iced out, piece on my chest, from the east to the westNever sleep in a sweat, keep the heat with the vestReady for the casian blazin gettin deep with the bestThe police wanna test my strategy, got half of the worldMad at me, but very few challenge mePerhaps you will be the first to approach this, lyrical dope shitCartagena will bring the chrome like explosivesNow what you love huh? dat gangsta shitWhat you want huh? dat gangsta shitNow what we live huh? dat gangsta shitDat gangsta shit, dat gangsta shitYeah, uhh, uhh***** the whole world, all I need is my dough and my girlAnd even she can get it, everybody go to hellI dont need yall, disrespect the don and ima see yallHit you with the tech and the armor, you see-sawThats my steez, if I dont kill you ima clap you theseAsk your peeps if I aint have the beast soundin japaneseCoughin blood, thats what you get for talkin thugRun up on your preacher with the sweeper feature coughin slugsOnce a thug always a thug, hallways and drug dealersFillers, killers, they wanna chill all day with usThey love the don, these words are more than just another songIf I said I slit your neck, your jugulars goneAint nothin artificial, joe the god, the terror squad officialGot a lot of pistols with missiles, prayer lies with youThe shit you sayll get you sprayed with the clapperJust remember joe the God is not your ordinary rapperNow what we love huh? dat gangsta shitWhat you want huh? dat gangsta shitNow what we live huh? dat gangsta shitDat gangsta shit, dat gangsta shitNow what you love huh? dat gangsta shitWhat you want huh? kick dat gangsta shitWhat you live huh? dat gangsta shitDat gangsta shit, dat gangsta shitYeahGoin out to all the real niggazAll the niggaz that support real hip-hopAll my niggaz on the cornersDjs, no matter where the ***** you fromIts wheres your gat, hahahaPrimo whattup nigga? yeahDon cartagenaTerror squadian, rock the party and, what?Beotch!!
