โหลดเพลง mp3 Definition Of A Don (feat. Remy) - Fat Joe

Definition Of A Don - Fat Joe (肥仔乔)
Yeah definition of a don

It's like I gotta keep reminding you and reminding you
Who's that ni**a you heard the kid

Fly was on the casket of all those who appose the squadus

It's the motherf**king don Cartagena ya heard

What
They wanna know why ya name is Joey Crack
You a hustler how they think you got the stacks uh
You stuck being in jacks on the blocks witcha paps
And the squad to hard niggaz gotta fall back

Damn papi you're sh*t is Icey now uh huh
In the bronx witcha Benz rims poking out ten mil
You got the niggaz in the pen straight loc'in out
But when the don is on ni**a close ya mouth
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 sh*t
These niggaz really will kill you your wife and kids
I walked through many blocks niggaz couldn't stand on
Had sh*t locked before I had a glock to even put my hands on
Before I had the dough to put my fams on
Before I had rocks sealed in pink tops tryna get a gram off
A wild adolescent raised by the street
Mesmorized by the dealers and the places they eat
And when they blazed the heat I was the shorty to take the handoff
Run upstairs tryna sneak the gat past grandmoms

This is how it should be done my life

Is identical to none son tryed to duplicate but I knew he was fake
Cuz everytime 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 stack
You stuck being in jacks on the blocks witcha paps
And the squad to hard niggaz gotta fall back

Damn papi you're sh*t is Icey now
In the bronx witcha Benz rims poking out ten mil
You got the niggaz in the pen straight loc'in out
But when the don is on ni**a close ya mouth
Yeah uh my name ring bells like APO

Put the pressure on a ni**a like I'm right atcha do
With the muzzle out ni**a 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 knowing that they won't forget

And on the weekends we shut down clubs
You know them crazy peurto ricans always f**king it up
If I can't afford it I'ma extort it
If I can't cut it I'ma bake it
Strip you niggaz butt naked I'm a thoroughbred
Carry guns and pump heroin
Never went OT I'm too light for Maryland
I'd rather play the streets of New York
Where the fiends are guarunteed to keep the meat on my fork
I'm just a hustler feds put the tap
On our phones in hopes of cuffing us
Then wonder why we living 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 witcha paps
And the squad to hard niggaz gotta fall back

Damn papi you're sh*t is Icey now
In the bronx witcha Benz rims poking out ten mil
You got the niggaz in the pen straight loc'in out
But when the don is on ni**a close ya 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 witcha paps
And the squad to hard niggaz gotta fall back

Damn papi you're sh*t is Icey now
In the bronx witcha Benz rims poking out ten mil
You got the niggaz in the pen straight loc'in out
But when the don is on ni**a close ya mouth