Fat Joe - Definition Of A Don Lyrics
Yeah.. definition of a donIts like I gotta keep remindin you and remindin youWhos that nigga.. you heard the kidFly was on the casket of all those who appose the squadusIts the mother*****in don cartagena ya heardWhat? ![chorus: remy martin]They wanna know why ya name is joey crackYou a hustler, how they think you got the stacks? (uh)You stuck being in jacks on the blocks witcha paps (yeah)And the squad to hard niggaz gotta fall back (tell em)Damn papi, youre shit is icey now (uh-huh)In the bronx witcha benz rims pokin out (ten mil)You got the niggaz in the pen straight locin outBut when the don is on nigga close ya mouth[fat joe]Yeah, yoYou wouldnt understand my story of life I liveMost niggaz that really know me got life as bidsThe trife as kids, this aint no scarface shitThese niggaz really will kill you, your wife, and kidsI walked through many blocks niggaz couldnt stand onHad shit locked before I had a glock to even put my hands onBefore I had the dough to put my fams onBefore I had rocks sealed in pink tops, tryna get a gram offA wild adolescent, raised by the streetMesmorized by the dealers and the places they eatAnd when they blazed the heat, I was the shorty to take the handoffRun upstairs, tryna sneak the gat past grandmomsThis is how it should be done... my life...Is identical to none, son tryed to duplicate but I knew he was fakeCuz everytime I walked by he turned blue in the faceIm like heavy on the leg when I popAll my change is like heavy on the weight when I copIts just the way its doneNiggaz tell me they respect the way I blaze them gunsOn hold it down for the bronx in the name of pun[chorus][fat joe]Yeah uh, my name ring bells like a p.o.Put the pressure on a nigga like Im right atcha doWith the muzzle out, nigga cant shoke with my doughIm at his mothers houseBeat up his pops, put the pistol in his brothers mouthWave bricks, whips... jerked a few coke and next play the stripWith chrome knowin that they wont forgetAnd on the weekends we shut down clubsYou know them crazy peurto ricans always *****in it up!If I cant afford it, ima extort itIf I cant cut it, ima bake itStrip you niggaz butt-*****, Im a thoroughbredCarry guns and pump heroinNever went o.t. Im too light for marylandId rather play the streets of new yorkWhere the fiends are guarunteed to keep the meat on my forkIm just a hustler - feds put the tapOn our phones in hopes of cuffin usThen wonder why we livin life so illustrious[chorus] repeat 2x
