Fat Joe - Don Cartagena Lyrics
Nobody said it would be easy, ha hah[puff] what yall wanna do hah? (2x)Nobody wanna handle it[puff] as we proceed, to give you what you need[puff] what yall wanna do hah? (2x)[puff] nine-eight, its the great[puff] what yall wanna do hah? (2x)Verse one: fat joeNow why the sad face, jealous for fellas thats diamond lacedTryin to find a place to recline, shine my faceUnder the sun where its warm, runnin with pun til Im goneThats word is bond on my momsThats the squad motto, got beef we call ralloDame un trago, he go to war wit a bottleSimple as dat, flip out the mack and cripple a cat (take that 4x)Right through your back tissue with any pistol I pack (cmon)Physical rap means we live the lyricsLong as niggaz fear us you could never entirely dissapear usWe the realest you ever gon seeIn all honesty, aint another brother thats hotter than meModestyll get nowhere, thats why I go there (yeah, yeah)Like lettin you know where to buy the new fat joe gear (thats right)Five sixty (five sixty) only the squad ride with meUnless you a bad boy, and roll with puff diddy (eheheheh)Its my city, and everything in itAint a thing rented (cmon) its my benz, if you see me in it (yeah)We invented floodin the watch, and runnin the spotsThats why, Im not a player, I just crush a lotChorus: puff daddyWhat you thought, we aint run the streets?Now you cant sleep ten deep, convoyin in the benz jeepRollin deep with the don-tanaI put the chrome in your cara, adios to manana(repeat 2x)Verse two: fat joeYea, uh, yoYou better slide or catch this homicideAint no match for joey crack Im blowin backs out the other sideBrothers died and mothers cried at wakes, these are the breaksKurtis blow your head off like jake (like jake)So take heed and read between the lines, aint no cheatin minesPlayer haters never wanna see my shineUp in the range or in the lex coupeRockin a fresh suit with dress shoes, on my way to les boosLess choose the life we rather live, on the streets stabbin kidsOr livin mad sweet in lavish cribsFix marriages for my kids, six karats, Im a whiz (mm, mmm)Exotic tokin parrots on my wristIt aint shit but for sex, money, and drugsTrue thugs with slugs and wrap bodies in rugsWhat the *****, joe crack, twist your cap backLeave your heart rate flat, once terror squad attacks (yea yea yea)Chorus 2x(puff daddy talkin over chorus)Terror squad, and bad boyJoey crack, big punI see youCant sleep, ten deepYea, uh-huhAdios to mananaTerror squad, what?Bad boy, khanmean?Joey crack, big punI see you, I see youCmon, yea, yea, say what say what?Say what say what?Uh-huhI see you.. take that..Adios to manana!
