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Текст (слова) песни: Fat Joe - Definition of a Don



Yeah.. definition of a don

Its like I gotta keep remindin you and remindin you

Whos that nigga.. you heard the kid

Fly was on the casket of all those who appose the squadus

Its the motherfuckin don cartagena ya heard

What? !

[chorus: remy martin]

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 niggaz gotta fall back (tell em)

Damn papi, youre shit is icey now (uh-huh)

In the bronx witcha benz rims pokin out (ten mil)

You got the niggaz in the pen straight locin out

But when the don is on nigga close ya mouth

[fat joe]

Yeah, yo

You wouldnt understand my story of life I live

Most niggaz that really know me got life as bids

The trife as kids, this aint no scarface shit

These niggaz really will kill you, your wife, and kids

I walked through many blocks niggaz couldnt 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

Im like heavy on the leg when I pop

All my change is like heavy on the weight when I cop

Its just the way its done

Niggaz tell me they respect the way I blaze them guns

On hold it down for the bronx in the name of pun

[chorus]

[fat joe]

Yeah uh, my name ring bells like a p.o.

Put the pressure on a nigga like Im right atcha do

With the muzzle out, nigga cant shoke with my dough

Im at his mothers house

Beat up his pops, put the pistol in his brothers mouth

Wave bricks, whips... jerked a few coke and next play the strip

With chrome knowin that they wont forget

And on the weekends we shut down clubs

You know them crazy peurto ricans always fuckin it up!

If I cant afford it, ima extort it

If I cant cut it, ima bake it

Strip you niggaz butt-naked, Im a thoroughbred

Carry guns and pump heroin

Never went o.t. Im too light for maryland

Id rather play the streets of new york

Where the fiends are guarunteed to keep the meat on my fork

Im just a hustler - feds put the tap

On our phones in hopes of cuffin us

Then wonder why we livin life so illustrious

[chorus] repeat 2x

 

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