Dat Gangsta Shit - Fat Joe

Yeah, uhh, dat gangsta shit

Uhh, yeah, dat gangsta shit

Uhh, dat gangsta shit

What you love huh?

Dat gangsta shit

What you want huh?

Dat gangsta shit

Now what we live huh?

Dat gangsta shit

Yeah, uhh, uhh

Recognize my presence, this rap game specialized with legends

I drop shit niggas try to memorize in seconds

You criticize me, still visualize the lessons

And when I wish to put aside the questions

Before they find out, who’s the realest

Who done spoke without one joke about the illest

Shit that ever happened, in this rappin beyond rappin

Joe the God it ain’t so hard to start clappin

But I lay low, create flows, for the pesos

Now we got extra hoes, wantin to chase shows

I take foes, and break em down to minerals

We went from street corner thugs to white collar criminals

Individuals, with no peace on the quest

The iced out, piece on my chest, from the East to the West

Never sleep in a sweat, keep the heat with the vest

Ready for the 'casian blazin gettin deep with the best

The police wanna test my strategy, got half of the world

Mad at me, but very few challenge me

Perhaps you will be the first to approach this, lyrical dope shit

Cartagena will bring the chrome like explosives

Now what you love huh?

Dat gangsta shit

What you want huh?

Dat gangsta shit

Now what we live huh?

Dat gangsta shit

Dat gangsta shit, dat gangsta shit

Yeah, uhh, uhh

Fuck the whole world, all I need is my dough and my girl

And even she can get it, everybody go to hell

I don’t need y’all, disrespect the Don and I’mma see y’all

Hit you with the tech and the armor, you see-saw

That’s my steez, if I don’t kill you I’mma clap you these

Ask your peeps if I ain’t have the beast soundin Japanese

Coughin blood, that’s what you get for talkin thug

Run up on your preacher with the sweeper feature coughin slugs

Once a thug always a thug, hallways and drug dealers

Fillers, killers, they wanna chill all day with us

They love the Don, these words are more than just another song

If I said I slit your neck, your jugular’s gone

Ain’t nothin artificial, Joe the God, the Terror Squad official

Got a lot of pistols with missiles, Pray Allah is with you

The shit you say’ll get you sprayed with the clapper

Just remember Joe the God is not your ordinary rapper

Now what we love huh?

Dat gangsta shit

What you want huh?

Dat gangsta shit

Now what we live huh?

Dat gangsta shit

Dat gangsta shit, dat gangsta shit

Now what you love huh?

Dat gangsta shit

What you want huh?

Kick dat gangsta shit

What you live huh?

Dat gangsta shit

Dat gangsta shit, dat gangsta shit

Yeah

Goin out to all the real niggas

All the niggas that support real hip-hop

All my niggas on the corners

DJ’s, no matter where the fuck you from

It’s where’s your gat, hahaha

Primo whattup nigga?

Yeah

Don Cartagena

Terror Squadian, rock the party and, what?

Beotch!