Fat Joe :: :: Dat gangsta shit




  
   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 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
  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'ma 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'ma 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, prayer lies 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
  Now what you love huh? Dat gangsta shit
  What you want huh? Kick dat gangsta shit
  What you live huh? Dat gangsta shit
  Dat gangsta shit, dat gangsta shit
  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 fuck you from
  it's where's your gat, hahaha
  Primo whattup nigga? Yeah
  Don Cartagena
  Terror Squadian, rock the party and, what?
  Beotch!!
  

Teksty piosenek - news'y

2010.09.06 09:54:16

My Making Instant Connections report sets you up with a variety of exercises that will ingrain this approach until you do it instinctively?

You might argue that you are just seeing more opportunities andĂ . Another thing that happens if you take on a belief like this is that you become less desperate and more discerning. What I would point out is that this is a naturally occurring quirk of human nature and you need to do this naturally.