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Don Cartagena

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Don Cartagena

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  Nobody said it would be easy, ha hah  Nobody said it would be easy, ha hah
1  (What       y'all wanna do hah?)         [Puff] What y'all wanna do hah? (2X) 1
1  (What y'all wanna do hah?)   1
  Nobody wanna handle it  Nobody wanna handle it
2                                                              [Puff] AS WE PROCEED, TO GIVE YOU WHAT YOU NEED 2
3  As we proceed                          [Puff] What y'all wanna do hah? (2X) 3
4  (What y'all wanna do hah?)   [Puff] NINE-EIGHT, IT'S THE GREAT 4
5  To give you what you need         [Puff] What y'all wanna do hah? (2X) 5
2  (What y'all wanna do hah?)   2
6                           Verse One: Fat Joe 6
3  Nine-eight   3
7  (What y'all wanna do hah?)                 Now why the sad face, jealous for 7
8  It's the great          fellas that's diamond laced 8
9  (What y'all wanna do hah?)                                  Tryin to find a place to recline, shine my face 9
10                                         Under the sun where it's warm, 10
11  Now why the sad face, jealous for fellas that's diamond laced   runnin with Pun til I'm gone                                      11
4  Tryin' to find a place to recline, shine my face   4
5  Under the sun where it's warm, runnin' with Pun 'til I'm gone   5
  That's word is bond on my moms  That's word is bond on my moms
6   6
  That's the squad motto, got beef we call Rallo  That's the squad motto, got beef we call Rallo
  Dame Un Trago, he go to war wit a bottle  Dame Un Trago, he go to war wit a bottle
12  Simple as dat, flip out the mack and cripple a cat   Simple as dat, flip out the mack                       12
13  Right through your back tissue with any pistol I pack   and cripple a cat ("take                             13
14                that" 4X) 14
1  Right through your back tissue with1
2  any pistol I pack (c'mon)2
  Physical rap means we live the lyrics  Physical rap means we live the lyrics
15  Long as niggaz fear us you could never entirely dissapear us   Long as niggaz fear us you could                                 15
3  never entirely dissapear us3
  We the realest you ever gon' see  We the realest you ever gon' see
16  In all honesty, ain't another brother that's hotter than me   In all honesty, ain't another                                    16
17                                       brother that's hotter than me 17
18  Modesty'll get nowhere, that's why I go there   Modesty'll get nowhere, that's why               18
19  Like lettin' you know where to buy the new Fat Joe gear   I go there (yeah, yeah)                                    19
20  Five sixty, only                       the Squad ride with me   Like lettin you know where to buy the new                 20
21  Unless you a Bad Boy, and roll with Puff Daddy   Fat Joe gear (that's right)                               21
22                                                                  Five sixty (five sixty) only the Squad ride with me 22
4  Unless you a Bad Boy, and roll with Puff Diddy (eheheheh)4
  It's my city, and everything in it  It's my city, and everything in it
23  Ain't a thing rented,          it's my Benz, if you see me in it   Ain't a thing rented (c'mon) it's my                                  23
24  We invented floodin' the watch, and runnin' the spots   Benz, if you see me in it (yeah)        24
5  We invented floodin the watch, and runnin the spots5
  That's why, I'm not a player, I just crush a lot  That's why, I'm not a player, I just crush a lot
      
25  What you thought, we ain't run the streets?   Chorus: Puff Daddy                                25
7  Now you can't sleep ten deep, convoyin' in the Benz jeep   7
8  Rollin' deep with the Don-Tana   8
9  I put the chrome in your Cara, adios to manana   9
      
  What you thought, we ain't run the streets?  What you thought, we ain't run the streets?
26  Now you can't sleep ten deep, convoyin' in the Benz jeep   Now you can't sleep ten deep, convoyin in the Benz jeep 26
27  Rollin' deep with the Don-Tana   Rollin deep with the Don-Tana 27
28  I put the chrome in your Cara, adios to manana   I put the chrome in your cara, adios to manana 28
29                  (repeat 2X) 29
10  Yeah, uh, yo, you better slide or catch this homicide   10
30  Ain't no match for Joey Crack I'm blowin' backs out the other side   Verse Two: Fat Joe                                                          30
11  Brothers died and mother's cried at wakes, these are The Breaks   11
31  Kurtis Blow your head off like Jake   Yea, uh, yo                        31
32                                                   You better slide or catch this homicide 32
33  So take heed and read between the lines, ain't no cheatin mines                     Ain't                                                     no match for Joey Crack I'm 33
6  blowin backs out the other side6
7  Brothers died and mother's cried at7
8  wakes, these are The Breaks8
9  Kurtis Blow your head off like Jake (like Jake)9
10  So take heed and read between the10
11  lines, ain't no cheatin mines11
  Player haters never wanna see my shine  Player haters never wanna see my shine
  Up in the Range or in the Lex Coupe  Up in the Range or in the Lex Coupe
34  Rockin' a fresh suit with dress shoes, on my way to Les Boo's   Rockin a fresh suit with dress                                      34
35                                         shoes, on my way to Les Boo's 35
36  Less choose the life we rather live, on the streets stabbin' kids   Less choose the life we rather live,                                   36
37  Or livin' mad sweet in lavish cribs   on the streets stabbin kids                37
38  Fix marriages for my kids, six karats, I'm a whiz   or livin mad sweet in lavish cribs               38
39  Exotic tokin' parrots on my wrist        Fix marriages for     my kids, six 39
40                                       karats, I'm a whiz (mm, mmm) 40
12  Exotic tokin parrots on my wrist12
  It ain't shit but for sex, money, and drugs  It ain't shit but for sex, money, and drugs
  True thugs with slugs and wrap bodies in rugs  True thugs with slugs and wrap bodies in rugs
  What the fuck, Joe Crack, twist your cap back  What the fuck, Joe Crack, twist your cap back
41  Leave your heart rate flat, once Terror Squad attacks   Leave your heart rate flat, once Terror                 41
13  Squad attacks (yea yea yea)13
      
42  What you thought, we ain't run the streets?   Chorus 2X                                          42
12  Now you can't sleep ten deep, convoyin' in the Benz jeep   12
13  Rollin' deep with the Don-Tana   13
14  I put the chrome in your Cara, adios to manana   14
      
43  What you thought, we ain't run the streets?   (Puff Daddy talkin over chorus)                     43
44  Now you can't sleep ten deep, convoyin' in the Benz jeep   Terror Squad, and Bad Boy                                        44
45  Rollin' deep with the Don-Tana   Joey Crack, Big Pun           45
46  I put the chrome in your Cara, adios to manana   I see you                                             46
15   15
16  What you thought, we ain't run the streets?   16
17  Now you can't sleep ten deep, convoyin' in the Benz jeep   17
18  Rollin' deep with the Don-Tana   18
19  I put the chrome in your Cara, adios to manana   19
20   20
21  What you thought, we ain't run the streets?   21
22  Now you can't sleep ten deep, convoyin' in the Benz jeep   22
23  Rollin' deep with the Don-Tana   23
24  I put the chrome in your Cara, adios to manana   24
      
  Can't sleep, ten deep  Can't sleep, ten deep
47  Yeah, uh-huh   Yea, uh-huh 47
  Adios to manana  Adios to manana
25   25
26  Yeah, what you got   26
  Terror Squad, what?  Terror Squad, what?
  Bad Boy, khanmean?  Bad Boy, khanmean?
  Joey Crack, Big Pun  Joey Crack, Big Pun
  I see you, I see you  I see you, I see you
48                                               C'mon, yea, yea, say what say what? 48
49  C'mon, yeah, yeah, say what, say what?   Say what                    say what? 49
27  Say what, say what?   27
  Uh-huh  Uh-huh
28  C'mon   28
      
50  What's you are talking about?   I see you.. take that.. 50
51  Can't sleep, ten deep   Adios to manana!       51
29  [Incomprehensible]   29
30  Adios to manana   30
      


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