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Let’s go.. "Got another hit, of fresh air!!""Oooooh, got another hit!" [Fat Joe]Platinum chains, down to my dickI’m so sick, like flames, light up ya bitchGet it hot like ‘dro, and firin and pink slipsYou at the club alone now she hidin in my whip (But kick it)I know just what you need; you need

[background](Ya’ll wanna live my lifestyleNever seen a brick, never seen a crackhouseWanna a war with the Don have your techs outBring it on, and I’ma show you gangsta) [lapses over]Yeah…ughh…right back at you motherfuckers….ughh…yeah.. [Verse 1]Yo, Yo, I stand alone in this cold world, could you believe that?I’ve seen some good men get blown over

Yeah.. Definition of a DonIt’s like I gotta keep remindin you and remindin youWho’s that nigga.. You heard the kidFly was on the casket of all those who appose the squadusIt’s the motherfuckin Don Cartagena ya heardWhat?! [Chorus: Remy Martin]They wanna know why ya name is Joey CrackYou a hustler, how they think you got

[Saya]An’ bamba clad boy feel dem bobbin try an’ test now!Is that? Cut off dem blood-clot nigga don’t give a fuck!Watta feel like? Don’t know how to kill? [Khalid] Uh-uh.. Saya, Saya!![Saya] What is it Khalid, what is it?[Khalid] The original King of New York has returnedThe King of New York, the Don CartagenaJoe Crack,

[Fat Joe]It’s so depressing, uh..Be the realest shit I ever wrote (Money and cars bitches)Shit Is Real Part 2.. (drugs) modern day.. (society yaknow?)See what it’s like to walk in my shoesIt ain’t all fun and games (ya heard?) Yo yoI’m sick and tired of stressin, every days a different lessonI’m free-fallin tryna leave this