Dat Gangsta Shit Lyrics - Don Cartagena - 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 niggaz 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 

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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'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 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, prayer lies with you 

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

Just remember Joe the God is not your ordinary rapper 

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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 niggaz 

All the niggaz that support real hip-hop 

All my niggaz 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!