Fat Joe, Remy Ma - Definition of a Don lyrics

Yeah definition of a Don
It's like I gotta keep remindin
You and remindin you
Who's that nigga you heard the kid
Flowers on the casket of all
Those who oppose the squadus
It's the motherfuckin Don Cartagena ya heard
What?!

They wanna know why ya name is Joey Crack
You a hustler
How they think you got the stacks? (Uh)
You stuck being in jacks on
The blocks witcha paps (yeah)
And the Squad to hard niggas gotta fall back
(Tell 'em)
Damn papi, you're shit is icey now (Uh, huh)
In the Bronx witcha Benz rims pokin out
(Ten mil) you got the niggas in the
Pen straight loc'in out
But when the don is on nigga close ya mouth

Yeah, yo you wouldn't understand my story
Of life I live
Most niggas that really know me
Got life as bids the trife as kids
This ain't no Scarface shit
These niggas really will kill you, your wife
And kids i walked through many blocks
Niggas couldn't stand on
Had shit locked before I had a Glock
To even put my hands on
Before I had the dough to put my fams on
Before I had rocks sealed in pink tops
Tryna get a gram off
A wild adolescent, raised by the street
Mesmorized by the dealers and
The places they eat
And when they blazed the heat
I was the shorty to take the handoff
Run upstairs
Tryna sneak the gat past grandmoms
This is how it should be done my life
Is identical to none
Son tryed to duplicate but I knew he was fake
Cuz everytime I walked by he
Turned blue in the face
I'm like heavy on the leg when I pop
All my change is like heavy on
The weight when I cop
It's just the way it's done
Niggas tell me they respect the
Way I blaze them guns
On hold it down for the Bronx
In the name of Pun

Yeah uh, my name ring bells like a PO
Put the pressure on a nigga
Like I'm right atcha do'
With the muzzle out
Nigga can't shoke with my dough
I'm at his mothers house beat up his pops
Put the pistol in his brother's mouth
Wave bricks, whips jerked a few coke and
Next play the strip
With chrome knowin that they won't forget
And on the weekends we shut down clubs
You know them crazy Peurto Ricans
Always fuckin it up!
If I can't afford it, I'll extort it
If I can't cut it, I'mma bake it
Strip you niggas butt naked
I'm a thoroughbred
Carry guns and pump heroin
Never went OT i'm too light for Maryland
I'd rather play the streets of New York
Where the fiends are guarunteed to keep
The meat on my fork
I'm just a hustler - feds put the tap
On our phones in hopes of cuffin us
Then wonder why we livin life so illustrious