Fat Joe - Dat Gangsta Shit Lyrics

Writer(s) : Martin, Christopher E / Cartagena, Joseph Anthony
Artist: Fat Joe Lyrics
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Album: Track 9 on Don Cartagena
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Yeah uhh dat gangsta ****

Uhh yeah dat gangsta ****

Uhh dat gangsta ****

What you love huh? Dat gangsta ****

What you want huh? Dat gangsta ****

Now what we live huh? Dat gangsta ****

Yeah uhh uhh

Recognize my presence this rap game specialized with legends

I drop **** *****z 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

**** 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 want to 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 ****

Cartagena will bring the chrome like explosives

Now what you love huh? Dat gangsta ****

What you want huh? Dat gangsta ****

Now what we live huh? Dat gangsta ****

Dat gangsta ****, dat gangsta ****

Yeah, uhh, uhh

**** 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'ma 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'ma 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 want to 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, prayer lies with you

The **** 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 ****

What you want huh? Dat gangsta ****

Now what we live huh? Dat gangsta ****

Dat gangsta ****, dat gangsta ****

Now what you love huh? Dat gangsta ****

What you want huh? Kick dat gangsta ****

What you live huh? Dat gangsta ****

Dat gangsta ****, dat gangsta ****

Yeah

Goin out to all the real *****z

All the *****z that support real hip-hop

All my *****z on the corners

DJ's, no matter where the **** you from

it's where's your gat, hahaha

Primo whattup *****? Yeah

Don Cartagena

Terror Squadian, rock the party and, what?

Beotch!!


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