Dat Gangsta Shit
(专辑: Don Cartagena - 1998)
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 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 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!!