Dat gangsta shit lyrics

Artist  : Fat joe 
Song : 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!!