Jim Jones - What Is This lyrics

What is this, that gangsta, gangsta? Let's get back to business You gotta k** 'em dead so they don't ask the witness No questions on the stand, is there especially to the blam Yeah, I let 'em talk to the stainless If it's beef, let's keep it G, we don't talk wit disclaimers We say names, we ain't playing, we leave ya corpse on the pavement And I ain't hard to find, I'm in New York like the Rangers My team, what? We all are nice We pack guns and go to clubs and we ball all night Crack sales in the slums, break the law all night So the glock stay stashed up It's cops trying to hara** us These pretty cars seem to grab they attention They know these pretty cars cost more cash than they pinching Plus the city's ours, plus I'm back with a vision DipSet in this b**h, you know I'm a menace, n***a It's uhh, what is this? DipSet What is this? Byrd game What is this? That certified G, let's get back to business Say what, say what, say what? You heard me Say what, say what, say what? You heard me Say what, say what, say what? You heard me Man, get a set of wings so you can fly wit the birdies Harlem, across the 1 1 0 (Harlem, thou-hundred) Where it all seems to rain and the sun don't show (Sun don't shine) As long as it's white caine, oh, you know we gon' blow (Get money) sh**, these dice games, we bet lump sums on roll (Can't stop) Wear white tees but the guns don't show (Got it on me) And my advice, where I'm from, don't go (Be careful) And we all love this life but we must follow codes (Follow that code) It's a sequel society, all we ask, trust Police keep on eyein' me, now that's f**ed up (f** 'em) Enemies know the deal, we will clap sh** up (What's good?) We hit n***az with heaters Watch the morgue come and get 'em put them n***az in freezers (Them black zip lock bags) sh**, he bit off more than he could chew (No, h*mo) He did what he could but that was more than he could do (Stupid) DipSet, sh**, we more than just a crew (Power) We thick up in the hood, all aboard we on the move (Eastside) Now y'all expect us to stop (Nope) I just cost 3 mill' of them records off Koch (I'm still sellin') What you can expect, expect for a drop (Watch this) [Unverified] bubble back with the sky as my ceilin' It's uhh, what is this? DipSet What is this? Byrd game What is this? That certified G, let's get back to business Say what, say what, say what? You heard me Say what, say what, say what? You heard me Say what, say what, say what? You heard me Man, get a set of wings so you can fly wit the birdies n***a, I'm laughin', now I'm shoppin' on Madison (Why?) Just was in a hustle, fiends was coppin' off Madison (Nicks and dimes) That's uptown, though I was posted on 5th ave (Pollo) 12th street movin', all the poker that Rich had (Hustler) I'm 17, I was bumpin' up mixed slabs Word, me, I stashed every pack in this b**h lab (Stupid b**h) I should've told her, now the sh** where ya kids at (Dummy) Don't get high on your own supply (Ya hear that) It's the rules in life that we must apply (Well name a couple of them) Well, we must get fly through this concrete jungle, big chunks wit tribes (Shout outs to the homeys) Blow my fairy side