Lyrics Don Cartagena (feat. Puff Daddy) - Fat Joe , Diddy
Nobody
said
it
would
be
easy,
ha
hah
Nobody
wanna
handle
it
AS
WE
PROCEED,
TO
GIVE
YOU
WHAT
YOU
NEED
NINE-EIGHT,
IT'S
THE
GREAT
Now
why
the
sad
face,
jealous
for
fellas
that's
diamond
laced
Tryin
to
find
a
place
to
recline,
shine
my
face
Under
the
sun
where
it's
warm,
runnin
with
Pun
til
I'm
gone
That's
word
is
bond
on
my
moms
That's
the
squad
motto,
got
beef
we
call
Rallo
Dame
Un
Trago,
he
go
to
war
wit
a
bottle
Simple
as
dat,
flip
out
the
mack
and
cripple
a
cat
("take
that")
Right
through
your
back
tissue
with
any
pistol
I
pack
(c'mon)
Long
as
niggaz
fear
us
you
could
never
entirely
dissapear
us
We
the
realest
you
ever
gon'
see
In
all
honesty,
ain't
another
brother
that's
hotter
than
me
Modesty'll
get
nowhere,
that's
why
I
go
there
(yeah,
yeah)
Like
lettin
you
know
where
to
buy
the
new
Fat
Joe
gear
(that's
right)
Five
sixty
(five
sixty)
only
the
Squad
ride
with
me
Unless
you
a
Bad
Boy,
and
roll
with
Puff
Diddy
(eheheheh)
It's
my
city,
and
everything
in
it
Ain't
a
thing
rented
(c'mon)
it's
my
Benz,
if
you
see
me
in
it
(yeah)
We
invented
floodin
the
watch,
and
runnin
the
spots
That's
why,
I'm
not
a
player,
I
just
crush
a
lot
What
you
thought,
we
ain't
run
the
streets?
Now
you
can't
sleep
ten
deep,
convoyin
in
the
Benz
jeep
Rollin
deep
with
the
Don-Tana
I
put
the
chrome
in
your
cara,
adios
to
manana
What
you
thought,
we
ain't
run
the
streets?
Now
you
can't
sleep
ten
deep,
convoyin
in
the
Benz
jeep
Rollin
deep
with
the
Don-Tana
I
put
the
chrome
in
your
cara,
adios
to
manana
Brothers
died
and
mother's
cried
at
wakes,
these
are
The
Breaks
Kurtis
Blow
your
head
off
like
Jake
(like
Jake)
So
take
heed
and
read
between
the
lines,
ain't
no
cheatin
mines
Player
haters
never
wanna
see
my
shine
Up
in
the
Range
or
in
the
Lex
Coupe
Rockin
a
fresh
suit
with
dress
shoes,
on
my
way
to
Les
Boo's
Less
choose
the
life
we
rather
live,
on
the
streets
stabbin
kids
Or
livin
mad
sweet
in
lavish
cribs
Fix
marriages
for
my
kids,
six
karats,
I'm
a
whiz
Exotic
tokin
parrots
on
my
wrist
It
ain't
shit
but
for
sex,
money,
and
drugs
True
thugs
with
slugs
and
wrap
bodies
in
rugs
What
the
fuck,
Joe
Crack,
twist
your
cap
back
Leave
your
heart
rate
flat,
once
Terror
Squad
attacks
(yea
yea
yea)
What
you
thought,
we
ain't
run
the
streets?
Now
you
can't
sleep
ten
deep,
convoyin
in
the
Benz
jeep
Rollin
deep
with
the
Don-Tana
I
put
the
chrome
in
your
cara,
adios
to
manana
What
you
thought,
we
ain't
run
the
streets?
Now
you
can't
sleep
ten
deep,
convoyin
in
the
Benz
jeep
Rollin
deep
with
the
Don-Tana
I
put
the
chrome
in
your
cara,
adios
to
manana
What
you
thought,
we
ain't
run
the
streets?
(Terror
Squad,
and
Bad
Boy)
Now
you
can't
sleep
ten
deep,
convoyin
in
the
Benz
jeep
(Joey
Crack,
Big
Pun)
Rollin
deep
with
the
Don-Tana
I
put
the
chrome
in
your
cara,
adios
to
manana
I
see
you
Can't
sleep,
ten
deep
Yea,
uh-huh
Adios
to
manana
Terror
Squad,
what?
Bad
Boy,
khanmean?
Joey
Crack,
Big
Pun
I
see
you,
I
see
you
C'mon,
yea,
yea,
say
what
say
what?
Say
what
say
what?
Uh-huh
I
see
you.
take
that.
Adios
to
manana!
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