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Uhh, yeah, dat shit
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What you huh? dat gangsta shit
What you want huh? dat shit
Now what we live huh? dat gangsta
Yeah, uhh, uhh

Recognize my presence, this rap specialized with legends
I drop niggaz try to memorize in seconds
You criticize me, still the lessons
And I wish to put aside the questions
Before they out, who's the realest
Who done spoke without one about the illest
Shit ever happened, in this rappin beyond rappin
Joe the God it ain't so to start clappin
But I lay low, flows, for the pesos
Now we got extra hoes, to chase shows
I foes, and break em down to minerals
We went from street corner thugs to collar criminals
Individuals, with no on the quest
The iced out, piece on my chest, from the to the west
sleep in a sweat, keep the heat with the vest
Ready for the blazin gettin deep with the best
The police test my strategy, got half of the world
Mad at me, but very few me
Perhaps you will be the first to approach this, lyrical shit
Cartagena will bring the chrome explosives

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you want huh? dat gangsta shit
Now what we huh? dat gangsta shit
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Yeah, uhh, uhh
Fuck the world, all I need is my dough and my girl
And she can get it, everybody go to hell
I don't need y'all, disrespect the don and see y'all
Hit you with the and the armor, you see-saw
That's my steez, if I kill you i'ma clap you these
Ask your peeps if I have the beast soundin japanese
Coughin blood, that's you get for talkin thug
Run up on your preacher with the sweeper feature slugs
Once a thug a thug, hallways and drug dealers
Fillers, killers, they wanna all day with us
They love the don, these are more than just another song
If I said I slit neck, your jugular's gone
Ain't nothin artificial, joe the god, the squad official
Got a lot of pistols missiles, prayer lies with you
The shit you say'll get you sprayed the clapper
Just joe the God is not your ordinary rapper

Now what we love huh? dat gangsta
What you want huh? dat shit
Now what we live dat gangsta shit
Dat gangsta shit, dat gangsta

Now what you love dat gangsta shit
What you want huh? dat gangsta shit
What you live dat gangsta shit
Dat shit, dat gangsta shit

Goin out to all the real
All the niggaz that real hip-hop
All my on the corners
Dj's, no where the fuck you from
It's where's your gat,
whattup nigga? yeah
Don
squadian, rock the party and, what?
Beotch!!