fat joe
definition of a don
Yeah, definition of a don It's like I gotta keep remindin' you and remindin' you Who's that nigga, you heard the kid Fly was on the casket of all those who oppose the squad us It's the motherfuckin' don Cartagena ya heard What?  They wanna know why ya name is Joey Crack You a hustler, how they think you got the stacks? You stuck being in jacks on the blocks with your paps And the squad to hard niggaz gotta fall back Damn papi, you're shit is icey now In the bronx witcha Benz rims pokin' out You got the niggaz in the pen straight lockin' out But when the don is on nigga close your mouth  Yeah, yo, you wouldn't understand my story of life I live Most niggaz that really know me got life as bids The trife as kids, this ain't no scarface shit These niggaz really will kill you, your wife and kids I walked through many blocks niggaz couldn't stand on Had shit locked before I had a glock to even put my hands on Before I had the doe to put my fams on Before I had rocks sealed in pink tops, tryin' to get a gram off A wild adolescent, raised by the street  Mesmerized by the dealers and the places they eat And when they blazed the heat, I was the shorty to take the hand off Run upstairs, tryin' to sneak the gat past grand moms This is how it should be done, my life Is identical to none, son tried to duplicate but I knew he was fake 'cause every time I walked by he turned blue in the face I'm like heavy on the leg when I pop All my change is like heavy on the weight when I cop It's just the way it's done Niggaz tell me they respect the way I blaze them guns On hold it down for the bronx in the name of pun  They wanna know why ya name is Joey Crack You a hustler, how they think you got the stacks? You stuck being in jacks on the blocks with your paps And the squad to hard niggaz gotta fall back Damn papi, you're shit is icey now In the bronx witcha Benz rims pokin' out You got the niggaz in the pen straight lockin' out But when the don is on nigga close your mouth  Yeah, my name ring bells like a P O Put the pressure on a nigga like I'm right at the doe With the muzzle out, nigga can't shoke with my dough I'm at his mothers house Beat up his pops, put the pistol in his brother's mouth Wave bricks, whips, jerked a few coke and next play the strip With chrome knowin' that they won't forget And on the weekends we shut down clubs You know them crazy Peurto ricans always fuckin' it up If I can't afford it, I'm a extort it  If I can't cut it, I'm a bake it Strip you niggaz butt-naked, I'm a thorough bred Carry guns and pump heroin Never went O.T. I'm too light for Maryland I'd rather play the streets of New York Where the friends are guaranteed To keep the meat on my fork I'm just a hustler, feds put the tap On our phones in hopes of cuffin' us Then wonder why we livin' life so illustrious  They wanna know why ya name is Joey Crack You a hustler, how they think you got the stacks? You stuck being in jacks on the blocks with your paps And the squad to hard niggaz gotta fall back Damn papi, you're shit is icey now In the bronx witcha Benz rims pokin' out You got the niggaz in the pen straight lockin' out But when the don is on nigga close your mouth  They wanna know why ya name is Joey Crack You a hustler, how they think you got the stacks? You stuck being in jacks on the blocks with your paps And the squad to hard niggaz gotta fall back Damn papi, you're shit is icey now In the bronx witcha Benz rims pokin' out You got the niggaz in the pen straight lockin' out But when the don is on nigga close your mouth 