Fat Joe - Dat Gangsta Shit lyrics

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 niggas 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'mma 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'mma 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
Pray Allah is 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

Yeah goin' out to all the real niggas
All the niggas that support real Hip-Hop
All my niggas 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!