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Yeah.. Definition of a Don <br />It's like I gotta keep remindin you and remindin you <br />Who's that nigga.. You heard the kid <br />Fly was on the casket of all those who appose the squadus <br />It's the motherfuckin Don Cartagena ya heard <br />What?! <br /> <br />[Chorus: Remy Martin] <br />They wanna know why ya name is Joey Crack <br />You a hustler, how they think you got the stacks? (Uh) <br />You stuck being in jacks on the blocks witcha paps (Yeah) <br />And the Squad to hard niggaz gotta fall back (Tell 'em) <br />Damn papi, you're shit is icey now (Uh-huh) <br />In the Bronx witcha Benz rims pokin out (Ten mil) <br />You got the niggaz in the pen straight loc'in out <br />But when the don is on nigga close ya mouth <br /> <br />[Fat Joe] <br />Yeah, yo <br />You wouldn't understand my story of life I live <br />Most niggaz that really know me got life as bids <br />The trife as kids, this ain't no Scarface shit <br />These niggaz really will kill you, your wife, and kids <br />I walked through many blocks niggaz couldn't stand on <br />Had shit locked before I had a glock to even put my hands on <br />Before I had the dough to put my fams on <br />Before I had rocks sealed in pink tops, tryna get a gram off <br />A wild adolescent, raised by the street <br />Mesmorized by the dealers and the places they eat <br />And when they blazed the heat, I was the shorty to take the handoff <br />Run upstairs, tryna sneak the gat past grandmoms <br />This is how it should be done... my life... <br />Is identical to none, son tryed to duplicate but I knew he was fake <br />Cuz everytime I walked by he turned blue in the face <br />I'm like heavy on the leg when I pop <br />All my change is like heavy on the weight when I cop <br />It's just the way it's done <br />Niggaz tell me they respect the way I blaze them guns <br />On hold it down for the Bronx in the name of Pun <br /> <br />[Chorus] <br /> <br />[Fat Joe] <br />Yeah uh, my name ring bells like a P.O. <br />Put the pressure on a nigga like I'm right atcha do' <br />With the muzzle out, nigga can't shoke with my dough <br />I'm at his mothers house <br />Beat up his pops, put the pistol in his brother's mouth <br />Wave bricks, whips... jerked a few coke and next play the strip <br />with chrome knowin that they won't forget <br />And on the weekends we shut down clubs <br />You know them crazy Peurto Ricans always fuckin it up! <br />If I can't afford it, I'ma extort it <br />If I can't cut it, I'ma bake it <br />Strip you niggaz butt-naked, I'm a thoroughbred <br />Carry guns and pump heroin <br />Never went O.T. I'm too light for Maryland <br />I'd rather play the streets of New York <br />Where the fiends are guarunteed to keep the meat on my fork <br />I'm just a hustler - feds put the tap <br />on our phones in hopes of cuffin us <br />Then wonder why we livin life so illustrious <br /> <br />[Chorus repeat 2x]
Letra nueva de la canción
Yeah.. Definition of a Don <br />It's like I gotta keep remindin you and remindin you <br />Who's that nigga.. You heard the kid <br />Fly was on the casket of all those who appose the squadus <br />It's the motherfuckin Don Cartagena ya heard <br />What?! <br /> <br />[Chorus: Remy Martin] <br />They wanna know why ya name is Joey Crack <br />You a hustler, how they think you got the stacks? (Uh) <br />You stuck being in jacks on the blocks witcha paps (Yeah) <br />And the Squad to hard niggaz gotta fall back (Tell 'em) <br />Damn papi, you're shit is icey now (Uh-huh) <br />In the Bronx witcha Benz rims pokin out (Ten mil) <br />You got the niggaz in the pen straight loc'in out <br />But when the don is on nigga close ya mouth <br /> <br />[Fat Joe] <br />Yeah, yo <br />You wouldn't understand my story of life I live <br />Most niggaz that really know me got life as bids <br />The trife as kids, this ain't no Scarface shit <br />These niggaz really will kill you, your wife, and kids <br />I walked through many blocks niggaz couldn't stand on <br />Had shit locked before I had a glock to even put my hands on <br />Before I had the dough to put my fams on <br />Before I had rocks sealed in pink tops, tryna get a gram off <br />A wild adolescent, raised by the street <br />Mesmorized by the dealers and the places they eat <br />And when they blazed the heat, I was the shorty to take the handoff <br />Run upstairs, tryna sneak the gat past grandmoms <br />This is how it should be done... my life... <br />Is identical to none, son tryed to duplicate but I knew he was fake <br />Cuz everytime I walked by he turned blue in the face <br />I'm like heavy on the leg when I pop <br />All my change is like heavy on the weight when I cop <br />It's just the way it's done <br />Niggaz tell me they respect the way I blaze them guns <br />On hold it down for the Bronx in the name of Pun <br /> <br />[Chorus] <br /> <br />[Fat Joe] <br />Yeah uh, my name ring bells like a P.O. <br />Put the pressure on a nigga like I'm right atcha do' <br />With the muzzle out, nigga can't shoke with my dough <br />I'm at his mothers house <br />Beat up his pops, put the pistol in his brother's mouth <br />Wave bricks, whips... jerked a few coke and next play the strip <br />with chrome knowin that they won't forget <br />And on the weekends we shut down clubs <br />You know them crazy Peurto Ricans always fuckin it up! <br />If I can't afford it, I'ma extort it <br />If I can't cut it, I'ma bake it <br />Strip you niggaz butt-naked, I'm a thoroughbred <br />Carry guns and pump heroin <br />Never went O.T. I'm too light for Maryland <br />I'd rather play the streets of New York <br />Where the fiends are guarunteed to keep the meat on my fork <br />I'm just a hustler - feds put the tap <br />on our phones in hopes of cuffin us <br />Then wonder why we livin life so illustrious <br /> <br />[Chorus repeat 2x]
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