Yeah, uhh, dat gangsta shit   Uhh, yeah, dat gangsta shit   Uhh, dat gangsta shit   What you love huh? dat gangsta shit   What you want huh? dat gangsta shit   Now what we live huh? dat gangsta shit   Yeah, uhh, uhh      Recognize my presence, this rap game specialized with legends   I drop shit niggaz try to memorize in seconds   You criticize me, still visualize the lessons   And when I wish to put aside the questions   Before they find out, who's the realest   Who done spoke without one joke about the illest   Shit that ever happened, in this rappin beyond rappin   Joe the God it ain't so hard to start clappin   But I lay low, create flows, for the pesos   Now we got extra hoes, wantin to chase shows   I take foes, and break em down to minerals   We went from street corner thugs to white collar criminals   Individuals, with no peace on the quest   The iced out, piece on my chest, from the east to the west   Never sleep in a sweat, keep the heat with the vest   Ready for the 'casian blazin gettin deep with the best   The police wanna test my strategy, got half of the world   Mad at me, but very few challenge me   Perhaps you will be the first to approach this, lyrical dope shit   Cartagena will bring the chrome like explosives      Now what you love huh? dat gangsta shit   What you want huh? dat gangsta shit   Now what we live huh? dat gangsta shit   Dat gangsta shit, dat gangsta shit      Yeah, uhh, uhh   Fuck the whole world, all I need is my dough and my girl   And even she can get it, everybody go to hell   I don't need y'all, disrespect the don and i'ma see y'all   Hit you with the tech and the armor, you see-saw   That's my steez, if I don't kill you i'ma clap you these   Ask your peeps if I ain't have the beast soundin japanese   Coughin blood, that's what you get for talkin thug   Run up on your preacher with the sweeper feature coughin slugs   Once a thug always a thug, hallways and drug dealers   Fillers, killers, they wanna chill all day with us   They love the don, these words are more than just another song   If I said I slit your neck, your jugular's gone   Ain't nothin artificial, joe the god, the terror squad official   Got a lot of pistols with missiles, prayer lies with you   The shit you say'll get you sprayed with the clapper   Just remember joe the God is not your ordinary rapper      Now what we love huh? dat gangsta shit   What you want huh? dat gangsta shit   Now what we live huh? dat gangsta shit   Dat gangsta shit, dat gangsta shit      Now what you love huh? dat gangsta shit   What you want huh? kick dat gangsta shit   What you live huh? dat gangsta shit   Dat gangsta shit, dat gangsta shit      Yeah   Goin out to all the real niggaz   All the niggaz that support real hip-hop   All 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!!