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Tytuł: This Is What I Do

  • Wykonawca: The Diplomats
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"This Is What I Do"(feat. Hell Rell)
  [Cam'Ron]
  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 know what that means?
  You're amongst the Diplomatic Community
  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
  And let me VVS jewels blind your eyes anyway, fucka
  You wanna be gangstas, listen to me
  After two years teaching, you'll get your degree
  I took over blocks, and put dope and coke on 'em
  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
  Just make your waves more easier to get popped at, nigga
  Roll the haze, let's get higher and higher
  Picture you selling me coke, I supply your supplier
  They asking about my flow, yeah, it's fire, it's fire
  Y'all snitch niggaz was hired to be wired
  And that's my word fam, I swore to my mother I'd get you
  Made the phonecall, now I'm done with the issue
  Now, all my guerillas gonna come through and get you
  And merk off from the double-nickle the color of pickles
  I got a serious pimp game, I rock a sick chain
  Tote a two-tone ruger and roll with the Dip Gang
  Y'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)
  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)
  
  [Hell Rell]
  Shorty thought I had plans of spousing her
  I just wanted to have sex on the couch with her
  Do it in the mouth 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
  Get your hardest nigga, he ain't poppin' like this
  Any nigga I'm tossing, nigga this is hungry season
  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
  See I start a riot in a minute, supply it if you sniff it
  I'm giving out samples, go 'head, try it, it's terriffic
  The crack heads love me, female ones hug me, kiss me
  Buy the whole pack with crumbled up 50s
  Don't cop from that nigga Rell is what you tell the fiends
  We getting all the money cause the dimes look like Jellybeans
  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
  Make some packs, hit some workers, and wrap some cake up
  This is what I do
  
  [Chorus 2x: Hell Rell and Cam'ron]
  I stack chips, this is what I do (What he does)
  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
  You see what we do man, this is not a motherfucking joke
  Holla at your boy
  That's seven digit cake, man