Lyrics The Diplomats

The Diplomats

This Is What I Do

Yea, Killa, what we gettin' ready to do is

Separate the men from the mice, pit from the poodles

An' the villains from the heroes

Dipset, bitch, you know what that means?

You amongst the Diplomat community

This my man, Hell Rell, he locked up

He 'bout to come home, hit 'em Rell

By the time this shit touch the streets

I'll probably be shackled up on a bus wit beats

But I'mma ride anyway, get high anyway

An' let my V.V.S. jewels blind your eyes anyway, fucker

Y'all wannabe gangsta's listen to me

After two years of teachin', you'll get your degree

I took over blocks an' put dope an' coke on it

Subbed niggas out an' put them under my deodorant

Just like my speed stick, nigga, I see chips quicker

So hot, tomorrow I'm droppin' a remix, nigga

An' yea, your top on your six, go 'head, drop that

Just makin' it ways more easier to get popped at, nigga

Roll the haze, let's get higher an' higher

But G, you sellin' me coke, I supplier, supplier

They ask 'bout the flow, yea, it's fire, it's fire

Y'all snitch niggas, y'all was hired to be wired

An' that's my word, fam, I swore to my mother I'd get you

Made a phone call, now I'm done wit the issues

Now all my gorillas gon' come through an' get you

An' murk off in a double nickel, the color of pickles

I got a serious pimp game, I rock a sick chain

Toe the two tone rugger an' roll wit da Dip game

Y'all the type of niggas that will run from da rubble

Holla if y'all want birds, I can front you a couple, nigga

I stack chips, this is what I do

Run through divas, give 'em to my crew

Send work out of town, this is what I do

Be wit my niggas, this is what I do

I stack chips, this is what I do

Run through divas, give 'em to my crew

Send work out of town, this is what I do

Be wit my niggas, this is what I do

Shorty thought I had plans of spousin' her

I just wanted to have sex on the couch wit her

Do it in the mouth wit her

Give her a few bricks, make her take it down south wit her

I'm 'bout my scrilla, come fuck wit your nigga

An' all these haters wanna buss at your nigga

An' try to do me, so I rock the Uzi under the coogy

This shit you gon' feel in your bones

They ask if I'm down wit the Roc

'Cause I be wit Killa an' Jones

I just put rocks on da block an' rock rocks on my wrist

Get your hardest nigga, he ain't poppin' like this

Anybody I'm tossin', nigga, this is hungry season

We stopped flossin', you an' your mans is gettin' it

Where's our portion?

Yo, Killa, only reason they killas

When they buss in their hoes, they make 'em 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 givin' out samples, go 'head try it, it's terrific

The crack head love me, females wanna hug me, kiss me

Buy the whole pack wit crumbled up fifties