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This Is What I Do
Diplomats
Yeah, Killa What we getting ready to do is seperate the men from the mice The pit from the poddles, the villians from the heros, huh Dip Set Bitch You're amongst the Diplomatic Community You know what that means? This my man Hell Rell, he locked up, he about to come home Hit 'em Rell
[Hell Rell] By the time this hit streets I'll probably be shackled up, on the bus with beast What I'ma ride anyway, get high anyway After two years teaching, you'll get your degree And let me VVS jewels blind your eyes anyway, fucka I took over blocks, and put dope and coke on 'em You wanna be gangstas, listen to me Send niggaz out, and put them under my deodorant Just like my Speed Stick nigga, I see chips quicker So hot tomorrow, I'm dropping the remix nigga Oh yeah and your top on your 6, go 'head and drop that Roll the haze, let's get higher and higher Just make your waves more easier to get popped at, nigga Picture you selling me coke, I supply your supplier They asking about my flow, yeah, it's fire, it's fire Made the phonecall, now I'm done with the issue Y'all snitch niggaz was hired to be wired And that's my word fam, I swore to my mother I'd get you Now, all my guerillas gonna come through and get you And merk off from the doubleI got a serious pimp game, I rock a sick chain Tote a twoY'all the type of niggaz to run from a rumble Holla if you want birds I could front you a couple nigga
[Chorus 2x: Hell Rell and Cam'ron] I stack chips, this is what I do (What he does) Send work out town, this is what I do (What he does) Run through divas, give 'em to my crew (To his crew) Be with my niggaz, this is what I do (What he does)
[Hell Rell] Shorty thought I had plans of spousing her Do it in the mouth with her I just wanted to have sex on the couch with her Give her a few bricks, make her take it down south with her I'm about my scrilla, come fuck with your nigga And all these haters wanna bust at your nigga And try to do me, so I rock the uzi under the Coogi This shit you gonna feel in your bones They ask if I'm down with the ROC, cause I be with Killa and Jones I just put rocks on the block, rock rocks on my wrist Any nigga I'm tossing, nigga this is hungry season Get your hardest nigga, he ain't poppin' like this We stopped flossing, you and your mans is getting it, we're our preportion Yo Killa, the only reason they killas Cause when they bust in they hoes, they make them get abortions Smoke dro, flow awesome I got two guns, you got two guns, let's have a foursome I'm giving out samples, go 'head, try it, it's terriffic See I start a riot in a minute, supply it if you sniff it The crack heads love me, female ones hug me, kiss me Buy the whole pack with crumbled up 50s We getting all the money cause the dimes look like Jellybeans Don't cop from that nigga Rell is what you tell the fiends Few blocks and a lock and key/ki, but I need the world So it's time to lay my pressure game down like Preacher Earl Everybody pay up or gonna get sprayed up This year, I'm get my name back, and my weight up Go see Premo, razorblade the plate up This is what I do Make some packs, hit some workers, and wrap some cake up
I stack chips, this is what I do (What he does) [Chorus 2x: Hell Rell and Cam'ron] Run through divas, give 'em to my crew (To his crew) Send work out town, this is what I do (What he does) Be with my niggaz, this is what I do (What he does)
[Cam'Ron] This is what he does, KILLA Santana, Jim Jones, FREEKY Tito in here tonight Whole Taliban Brazi 45th Side Diplomats man That's seven digit cake, manYou see what we do man, this is not a motherfucking joke Holla at your boy
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