Don Cartagena Lyrics

Don Cartagena lyrics

Nobody said it would be easy, ha hah 

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

 Nobody wanna handle it 

 [Puff]	AS WE PROCEED, TO GIVE YOU WHAT YOU NEED 

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

 [Puff]	NINE-EIGHT, IT'S THE GREAT 

 [Puff]	What y'all wanna 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 dissapear 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 fear (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 wanna 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? 

 Uh-huh 

  

 I see you.. take that.. 

 Adios to manana