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the diplomats - this is what i do lyrics
[intro: cam’ron]
yeah, k!lla
what we getting ready to do is separate the men from the mice
the pit from the poddles, the villains from the heroes, huh
dipset b-tch
you know what that means?
you’re amongst the diplomatic community
this my man h-ll rell, he locked up, he about to come home
hit ’em rell
[verse 1: h-ll rell]
by the time this sh-t touch the streets
i’ll probably be shackled up, on a bus with beast
but i’mma ride anyway, get high anyway
and let my vvs jewels blind your eyes anyway, f-cka
you wanna be gangstas, listen to me
after two years teaching, you’ll get your degree
i took over blocks, and put dope and c0ke on it
send n-ggas out, and put ’em under my deodorant
just like my speed stick n-gga, i see chips quicker
so hot tomorrow, i’m dropping the remix, n-gga
and yeah your top on your 6, go ‘head and drop that
just make your waves more easier to get popped at, n-gga
roll the haze, let’s get higher and higher
picture you selling me c0ke, i supply your supplier
they asking about the flow, yeah, it’s fire, it’s fire
y’all snitch n-ggas, y’all was hired to be wired
and that’s my word fam, i swore to my mother i’d get you
made a phone call, now i’m done with the issue
now, all my guerillas gon’ come through and get you
and merk off from the double-nickel 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 n-ggas that run from the rumble
holla if y’all want birds i could front you a couple, n-gga
[chorus: h-ll rell (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 of town, this is what i do (what he does)
be with my n-ggas, this is what i do (what he does)
i stack chips, this is what i do (what he does)
run through divas, give ’em to my crew n-gga (to his crew)
send work out of town, this is what i do n-gga (what he does)
i’m ’bout my paper, this is what i do (what he does)
[verse 2: h-ll rell]
shorty thought i had plans of spousing her
i just wanted to have s-x on the couch with her
do it in the mouth with her
give her a few bricks, make her take ’em down south with her
i’m about my scrilla, come f-ck with your n-gga
and, all these haters wanna bust at your n-gga
and try to do me, so i rock the uzi under the coogi
this sh-t you gon’ feel in your bones
they ask if i’m down with the roc, cause i be with k!lla and jones
i just put rocks on the block, and rock rocks on my wrist
get your hardest n-gga, he ain’t poppin like this
anybody i’m tossing, n-gga this is hungry season
we stopped flossing
you and your mans is getting it, where’s our portion?
yo k!lla, only reason they k!llers
when they bust in they hoes, they make her 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 terrific
the crack heads love me, female ones hug me, kiss me
buy the whole pack with crumbled up 50s
don’t cop from that n-gga 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, but i need the world
so it’s time to lay my pressure game down like preacher earl
everybody pay up or gon’ get sprayed up
this year, i’m get my name back, and my weight up
go see premo, razor blade the plate up
make some packs, hit some workers, sit back and cake up
this is what i do
[chorus: h-ll rell (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 of town, this is what i do (what he does)
be with my n-ggas, this is what i do (what he does)
i stack chips, this is what i do (what he does)
run through divas, give ’em to my crew n-gga (to his crew)
send work out of town, this is what i do n-gga (what he does)
i’m ’bout my paper, this is what i do (what he does)
[outro: cam’ron]
this is what he does, k!lla
santana, jim jones, freekey
t-to in here tonight
whole taliban
brazi, 45th side
diplomats man
you see what we do man, this is not a motherf-cking joke
holla at your boy
that’s seven digit cake, man
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