Don Cartagena

[Intro: Fat Joe & Diddy] 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 1: 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 Dame Un Trago, 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 niggas 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 you nowhere, that's why I go there (Yeah, yeah) Like lettin you know where to buy the new Fat Joe gear (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: Diddy] 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 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 [Verse 2: 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 Let's 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: Diddy] 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 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 (Puff Daddy talkin over chorus) Terror Squad, and Bad Boy Joey Crack, Big Pun I see you [Outro: Diddy] 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!