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