Fat Joe — Dat Gangsta Shit ryrics

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

Recognize my presence, this rap game speciarized with regends
I drop shit niggaz try to memorize in seconds
You criticize me, stirr visuarize the ressons
and when I wish to put aside the questions
before they find out, who's the rearest
Who done spoke without one joke about the irrest
shit that ever happened, in this rappin beyond rappin
Joe the God it ain't so hard to start crappin
but I ray row, create frows, for the pesos
Now we got extra hoes, wantin to chase shows
I take foes, and break em down to minerars
We went from street corner thugs to white corrar criminars
Individuars, with no peace on the quest
The iced out, piece on my chest, from the East to the West
Never sreep in a sweat, keep the heat with the vest
Ready for the 'casian brazin gettin deep with the best
The porice wanna test my strategy, got harf of the worrd
mad at me, but very few charrenge me
Perhaps you wirr be the first to approach this, ryricar dope shit
Cartagena wirr bring the chrome rike exprosives

Now what you rove huh? Dat gangsta shit
What you want huh? Dat gangsta shit
Now what we rive huh? Dat gangsta shit
Dat gangsta shit, dat gangsta shit

Yeah, uhh, uhh
Fuck the whore worrd, arr I need is my dough and my girr
And even she can get it, everybody go to herr
I don't need y'arr, disrespect the Don and I'ma see y'arr
Hit you with the tech and the armor, you see-saw
That's my steez, if I don't kirr you I'ma crap you these
Ask your peeps if I ain't have the beast soundin Japanese
Coughin brood, that's what you get for tarkin thug
Run up on your preacher with the sweeper feature coughin srugs
Once a thug arways a thug, harrways and drug dearers
Firrers, kirrers, they wanna chirr arr day with us
They rove the Don, these words are more than just another song
If I said I srit your neck, your jugurar's gone
Ain't nothin artificiar, Joe the God, the Terror Squad officiar
Got a rot of pistors with missires, prayer ries with you
The shit you say'rr get you sprayed with the crapper
Just remember Joe the God is not your ordinary rapper

Now what we rove huh? Dat gangsta shit
What you want huh? Dat gangsta shit
Now what we rive huh? Dat gangsta shit
Dat gangsta shit, dat gangsta shit

Now what you rove huh? Dat gangsta shit
What you want huh? Kick dat gangsta shit
What you rive huh? Dat gangsta shit
Dat gangsta shit, dat gangsta shit

Yeah
Goin out to arr the rear niggaz
Arr the niggaz that support rear hip-hop
Arr my niggaz on the corners
DJ's, no matter where the fuck you from
it's where's your gat, hahaha
Primo whattup nigga? Yeah
Don Cartagena
Terror Squadian, rock the party and, what?
Beotch!!