*featuring Remy Martin
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Yeah.. Definition of a Don
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It's like I gotta keep remindin you and remindin you
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Who's that nigga.. You heard the kid
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Fly was on the casket of all those who appose the squadus
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It's the motherfuckin Don Cartagena ya heard
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What?!
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[Chorus: Remy Martin]
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They wanna know why ya name is Joey Crack
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You a hustler, how they think you got the stacks? (Uh)
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You stuck being in jacks on the blocks witcha paps (Yeah)
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And the Squad to hard niggaz gotta fall back (Tell 'em)
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Damn papi, you're shit is icey now (Uh-huh)
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In the Bronx witcha Benz rims pokin out (Ten mil)
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You got the niggaz in the pen straight loc'in out
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But when the don is on nigga close ya mouth
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[Fat Joe]
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Yeah, yo
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You wouldn't understand my story of life I live
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Most niggaz that really know me got life as bids
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The trife as kids, this ain't no Scarface shit
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These niggaz really will kill you, your wife, and kids
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I walked through many blocks niggaz couldn't stand on
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Had shit locked before I had a glock to even put my hands on
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Before I had the dough to put my fams on
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Before I had rocks sealed in pink tops, tryna get a gram off
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A wild adolescent, raised by the street
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Mesmorized by the dealers and the places they eat
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And when they blazed the heat, I was the shorty to take the handoff
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Run upstairs, tryna sneak the gat past grandmoms
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This is how it should be done... my life...
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Is identical to none, son tryed to duplicate but I knew he was fake
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Cuz everytime I walked by he turned blue in the face
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I'm like heavy on the leg when I pop
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All my change is like heavy on the weight when I cop
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It's just the way it's done
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Niggaz tell me they respect the way I blaze them guns
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On hold it down for the Bronx in the name of Pun
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[Chorus]
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[Fat Joe]
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Yeah uh, my name ring bells like a P.O.
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Put the pressure on a nigga like I'm right atcha do'
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With the muzzle out, nigga can't shoke with my dough
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I'm at his mothers house
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Beat up his pops, put the pistol in his brother's mouth
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Wave bricks, whips... jerked a few coke and next play the strip
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with chrome knowin that they won't forget
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And on the weekends we shut down clubs
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You know them crazy Peurto Ricans always fuckin it up!
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If I can't afford it, I'ma extort it
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If I can't cut it, I'ma bake it
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Strip you niggaz butt-naked, I'm a thoroughbred
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Carry guns and pump heroin
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Never went O.T. I'm too light for Maryland
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I'd rather play the streets of New York
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Where the fiends are guarunteed to keep the meat on my fork
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I'm just a hustler - feds put the tap
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on our phones in hopes of cuffin us
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Then wonder why we livin life so illustrious
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[Chorus repeat 2x]
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Definition Of A Don
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Fat Joe |