The Diplomats - What Is This (Featuring Jim Jones) lyrics

Yeah, k**a What we gettin' ready to do is separate The men from the mice, pit from the poodles And the villains from the heroes Dip set, b**h, 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 sh** touch the streets I'll prolly be shackled down on the bus wit' beats But I'ma ride anyway, get high anyway And let my vvs j**els blind your eyes anyway f**er Y'all wanna be gangsta's listen to me After two years of teachin', you'll get your degree I took over blocks and put dope on it, coke on it Subbed n***as out and put them under my deodorant Just like my speed stick n***a, I see chips quicker So hot, tomorrow I'm droppin' a remix n***a And yeah, your top on your six, go head drop that Just makin' it ways more easier to get popped n***a Roll the haze, let's het higher and higher But G you sellin' me coke, i supplier, supplier They ask bout the flow, yeah, it's fire, it's fire Y'all snitch n***as, 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 wit' the issue Now all my gorillas gon' come through and get you And 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 and roll wit' da Dip game Y'all the type of n***as that will run from da rubble Holla if y'all want birds, I can front you a couple n***a I stack chips, this is what I do Run through divas, give them to my crew Send work out of town, this is what I do Be wit' my n***as, this is what I do I stack chips, this is what I do Run through divas, give them to my crew Send work out of town, this is what I do Be wit' my n***as, this is what I do Shorty thought I had plans of spousin' her I just wanted to have s** 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 f** wit' your n***a And all these haters wanna buss at your n***a And try to do me, so I rock the Uzi under the coogi This sh** you gon feel in your bones They ask if I'm down wit' the Roc, 'cause I be wit' k**a and Jones I just, put rocks on da block and rock rocks on my wrist Get you hardest n***a, he ain't poppin' like this Anybody I'm tossin', n***a this is hungry season We stopped flossin' you and your mans is gettin' it Where's our portion? k**a, only reason they k**as, when they buss in their hoes They make 'em ger abortions, smoke dro, flow awesome I got two guns, you got two guns, lets 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 head love me, females wanna hug me, kiss me Buy the whole pack wit crumbled up fifties Don't cop from that n***a Rell is what you tell the fiens We gettin' all the money 'cause the dimes look like jellybeans A few blocks and locking key, but I need a world So it's time to lay pressure game down like Preacher Earl Everybody pay up or get sprayed up This year, I'ma get my name back and my weight up Go see primo, razor blaid the plate up Make some packs and some workers And start rackin' cake up this is what I do I stack chips, this is what I do Run through divas, give them to my crew Send work out of town, this is what I do Be wit' my n***as, this is what I do I stack chips, this is what I do Run through divas, give them to my crew Send work out of town, this is what I do Be wit' my n***as, this is what I do This is what he does k**a, Santana, Jim Jones Freaky, Tito here tonight Whole talaban, Brozzy Forty-fifth side Diplomats man, see what we do man This is not a motherf**in' joke Holla at your boy, that's seven digit cake, man