Dat Gangsta Shit (Explicit)

Dat Gangsta Sh*t - Fat Joe (肥仔喬)

Yeah uhh dat gangsta sh*t

Uhh yeah dat gangsta sh*t

Uhh dat gangsta sh*t

What you love huh dat gangsta sh*t

What you want huh dat gangsta sh*t

Now what we live huh dat gangsta sh*t

Yeah uhh uhh

Recognize my presence

This rap game specialized with legends

I drop sh*t 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

Sh*t 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 d**e sh*t

Cartagena will bring the chrome like explosives

Now what you love huh dat gangsta sh*t

What you want huh dat gangsta sh*t

Now what we live huh dat gangsta sh*t

Dat gangsta sh*t dat gangsta sh*t

Yeah

F**k 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 yall

Disrespect the don and ima see yall

Hit you with the tech and the armor

You see saw

Thats my steez

If I dont kill you ima clap you these

If I ain't have the beast soundin' japanese

Coughin' blood

Thats 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 jugulars gone

Ain't nothin' artificial

Joe the god the terror squad official

Got a lot of pistols with missiles

Prayer lies with you

The sh*t you sayll get you sprayed with the clapper

Just remember joe the

God is not your ordinary rapper

Now what we love huh dat gangsta sh*t

What you want huh dat gangsta sh*t

Now what we live huh dat gangsta sh*t

Dat gangsta sh*t dat gangsta sh*t

Now what you love huh dat gangsta sh*t

What you want huh kick dat gangsta sh*t

What you live huh dat gangsta sh*t

Dat gangsta sh*t dat gangsta sh*t

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 f**k you from

It's wheres your gat ha ha ha

Primo whattup n***a yeah

Don cartagena

Terror squadian rock the party and what

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