fat joe
don cartagena
[Featuring Puff Daddy]   Nobody said it would be easy  ha hah   [Puff] What y'all want to do hah? (2X)   Nobody want to handle it   [Puff] AS WE PROCEED  TO GIVE YOU WHAT YOU NEED   [Puff] What y'all want to do hah? (2X)   [Puff] NINE EIGHT  IT'S THE GREAT   [Puff] What y'all want to do hah? (2X)   Verse One: 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   Diablo Drago, 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 niggaz fear us you could never entirely disappear us   We the realest you ever gon' see   In all honesty, ain't another brother that's hotter than me   Modesty'll get 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: Puff Daddy   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   (repeat 2X)   Verse Two: 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 want to 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   Less 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 2X   (Puff Daddy talkin over chorus)   Terror Squad, and Bad Boy   Joey Crack, Big Pun   I see you   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!