Fat Joe ft. Puff Daddy – Don Cartagena

Download clean vinyl LP flac mp3 audio song by Fat Joe and this music is titled ‘Don Cartagena ft. Puff Daddy’.

Actually this amazing song is popped out of his album which is titled “Don Cartagena” And was released on the year 1998.


Listen up below with full lyrics.



Nobody said it would be easy ha hah

What y’all want to do hah? (2X)

Nobody want to handle it


What y’all want to do hah? (2X)


What y’all want to do hah? (2X)

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

Diablo Drago, he go to war wit a bottle

Simple as dat, flip out the mack and cripple a cat (“take that” 4X)

Right through your back tissue with any pistol I pack (c’mon)

Physical rap means we live the lyrics

Long as niggaz fear us you could never entirely disappear 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

Yea, uh, yo

You better slide or catch this homicide

Ain’t no match for Joey Crack I’m blowin backs out the other side

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 want to 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 (mm, mmm)

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?

Terror Squad, and Bad Boy

Joey Crack, Big Pun

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?


I see you.. take that..

Adios to manana!