Don Cartagena

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Fat Joe

Joseph Antonio Cartagena (born August 19, 1970), better known by his stage name Fat Joe, is an American rapper, CEO of Terror Squad Entertainment, and member of musical groups D.I.T.C. and Terror Squad. more »

[Featuring Puff Daddy] 

 Nobody said it would be easy  ha hah 

[Puff] What y'all want to do hah? (2X) 

 Nobody want to handle it 


[Puff] What y'all want to do hah? (2X) 


[Puff] What y'all want to do hah? (2X) 

 Verse One: Fat Joe 

Now why the sad face  jealous for fellas that's diamond laced 

 Tryin to find a place to recline  shine my face 

 Under the sun where it's warm, runnin with Pun til I'm gone 

That's word is bond on my moms 

That's the squad motto, got beef we call Rallo 

 Diablo Drago, he go to war wit a bottle 

 Simple as dat, flip out the mack and cripple a cat ("take that" 4X) 

 Right through your back tissue with any pistol I pack (c'mon) 

 Physical rap means we live the lyrics 

Long as niggaz fear us you could never entirely disappear us 

We the realest you ever gon' see 

In all honesty, ain't another brother that's hotter than me 

Modesty'll get nowhere, that's why I go there (yeah, yeah) 

Like lettin you know where to buy the new Fat Joe gear (that's right) 

Five sixty (five sixty) only the Squad ride with me 

 Unless you a Bad Boy, and roll with Puff Diddy (eheheheh) 

It's my city, and everything in it 

Ain't a thing rented (c'mon) it's my Benz, if you see me in it (yeah) 

We invented floodin the watch, and runnin the spots 

That's why, I'm not a player, I just crush a lot 

Chorus: Puff Daddy 

What you thought, we ain't run the streets? 

Now you can't sleep ten deep, convoyin in the Benz jeep 

 Rollin deep with the Don-Tana 

I put the chrome in your cara, adios to manana 

(repeat 2X) 

 Verse Two: Fat Joe 

Yea, uh, yo 

You better slide or catch this homicide 

Ain't no match for Joey Crack I'm blowin backs out the other side 

 Brothers died and mother's cried at wakes, these are The Breaks 

 Kurtis Blow your head off like Jake (like Jake) 

So take heed and read between the lines, ain't no cheatin mines 

 Player haters never want to see my shine 

Up in the Range or in the Lex Coupe 

 Rockin a fresh suit with dress shoes, on my way to Les Boo's 

Less choose the life we rather live, on the streets stabbin kids 

or livin mad sweet in lavish cribs 

Fix marriages for my kids, six karats, I'm a whiz (mm, mmm) 

 Exotic tokin parrots on my wrist 

It ain't shit but for sex, money, and drugs 

True thugs with slugs and wrap bodies in rugs 

What the fuck, Joe Crack, twist your cap back 

 Leave your heart rate flat, once Terror Squad attacks (yea yea yea) 

 Chorus 2X 

(Puff Daddy talkin over chorus) 

 Terror Squad, and Bad Boy 

Joey Crack, Big Pun 

I see you 

Can't sleep, ten deep 

Yea, uh-huh 

 Adios to manana 

 Terror Squad, what? 

Bad Boy, khanmean? 

Joey Crack, Big Pun 

I see you, I see you 

c'mon, yea, yea, say what say what? 

Say what say what? 


I see you.. take that.. 

 Adios to manana!


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