Текст песни Fat Joe f Remy Martin - Definition of a Don
Fat Joe f Remy Martin - Definition of a Don слова песни
Yeah.. Definition of a DonIt`s like I gotta keep remindin you and remindin youWho`s that nigga.. You heard the kidFlowers on the casket of all those who oppose the squadusIt`s the motherfuckin Don Cartagena ya heardWhat?![Chorus: Remy Martin]They wanna know why ya name is Joey CrackYou 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, you`re shit is icey now (Uh-huh)In the Bronx witcha Benz rims pokin out (Ten mil)You got the niggaz in the pen straight loc`in outBut when the don is on nigga close ya mouth[Fat Joe]Yeah, yoYou wouldn`t understand my story of life I liveMost niggaz that really know me got life as bidsThe trife as kids, this ain`t no Scarface shitThese niggaz really will kill you, your wife, and kidsI walked through many blocks niggaz couldn`t stand onHad shit locked before I had a glock to even put my hands onBefore I had the dough to put my fams onBefore I had rocks sealed in pink tops, tryna get a gram offA wild adolescent, raised by the streetMesmorized by the dealers and the places they eatAnd when they blazed the heat, I was the shorty to take the handoffRun upstairs, tryna sneak the gat past grandmomsThis is how it should be done... my life...Is identical to none, son tryed to duplicate but I knew he was fakeCuz everytime I walked by he turned blue in the faceI`m like heavy on the leg when I popAll my change is like heavy on the weight when I copIt`s just the way it`s doneNiggaz tell me they respect the way I blaze them gunsOn 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 I`m right atcha do`With the muzzle out, nigga can`t shoke with my doughI`m at his mothers houseBeat up his pops, put the pistol in his brother`s mouthWave bricks, whips... jerked a few coke and next play the stripwith chrome knowin that they won`t forgetAnd on the weekends we shut down clubsYou know them crazy Peurto Ricans always fuckin it up!If I can`t afford it, I`ma extort itIf I can`t cut it, I`ma bake itStrip you niggaz butt-naked, I`m a thoroughbredCarry guns and pump heroinNever went O.T. I`m too light for MarylandI`d rather play the streets of New YorkWhere the fiends are guarunteed to keep the meat on my forkI`m just a hustler - feds put the tapon our phones in hopes of cuffin usThen wonder why we livin life so illustrious[Chorus] repeat 2x