Yeah, definition of a don
It's like I gotta keep remindin'
you and remindin' you
Who's that nigga, you heard the kid
Fly was on the casket of all those who oppose
the squad us
It's the motherfuckin' don
Cartagena ya heard
What?
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 with your paps
And the squad to hard
niggas gotta fall back
Damn papi, you're shit is icey now
In the bronx witcha Benz rims
pokin' out
You got the niggas in the
pen straight lockin' out
But when the don is on nigga
close your mouth
Yeah, yo, you wouldn't understand
my story of life I live
Most niggas that really know
me got life as bids
The trife as kids,
this ain't no scarface shit
These niggas really will kill you,
your wife and kids
I walked through many blocks
niggas couldn't stand on
Had shit locked before I had a
glock to even put my hands on
Before I had the doe to put my fams on
Before I had rocks sealed in pink tops,
tryin' to get a gram off
A wild adolescent,
raised by the street
Mesmerized by the dealers and
the places they eat
And when they blazed the heat,
I was the shorty to take the hand off
Run upstairs, tryin' to sneak
the gat past grand moms
This is how it should be done,
my life
Is identical to none,
son tried to duplicate but I knew he was fake
'cause every time 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
niggas tell me they respect the way
I blaze them guns
And 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 stacks?
You stuck being in jacks on the
blocks with your paps
And the squad to hard
niggas gotta fall back
Damn papi, you're shit is icey now
In the bronx witcha Benz rims
pokin' out
You got the niggas in the
pen straight lockin' out
But when the don is on nigga
close your mouth
Yeah, my name ring bells like a P O
Put the pressure on a nigga
like I'm right at the doe
With the muzzle out,
nigga 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 knowin' that
they won't forget
And on the weekends
we shut down clubs
You know them crazy Peurto ricans
always fuckin' it up
If I can't afford it, I'll extort it
If I can't cut it, I'm a bake it
Strip you niggas butt- naked,
I'm a thorough bred
Carry guns and pump heroin
Never went O.T. I'm too
light for Maryland
I'd rather play the streets of New York
Where the friends are guaranteed
To keep the meat on my fork
I'm just a hustler, feds put the tap
On our phones in hopes
of cuffin' us
Then wonder why we livin'
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 with your paps
And the squad to hard
niggas gotta fall back
Damn papi, you're shit is icey now
In the bronx witcha Benz
rims pokin' out
You got the niggas in the pen
straight lockin' out
But when the don is on nigga
close your 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 with your paps
And the squad to hard
niggas gotta fall back
Damn papi, you're shit is icey now
In the bronx witcha Benz
rims pokin' out
You got the niggas in the
pen straight lockin' out
But when the don is on nigga
