The Diplomats - Gangsta lyrics

[Hook: Juelz Santana] Hey yo, listen to this gangsta! Feel this music man, get into this gangsta! 'cos this is just for gangstas Where my n***as at? Where my b**hes at? Get into this gangsta, 'cos this is just for gangstas! [Verse 1: Juelz Santana] Yo! Now let's get down to business I been gone for a minute but I'm back now, down for business Yeah! I found this small town I had to visit Had a bunch of hungry workers who was down to get it So I Got up and left, hit the town with [?] Nickels, dimes, quarters - owned half of [?] Know the rules of getting mad if they ask they get it Plus I was giving it to 'em like I had permission Now I'm back focused on rap Anybody got a problem holla back! Two shots swallow that! And I know what the people want Got what the people want I know you not hot, you not what the people want They want me - Santana man bandana wrapped round his hand goddamn it man, is it him? Yes! Say it again - yes! I'm playing to win - yes! Hey, come again n***a! I been watchin'! I been plottin'! I'm the realest thing poppin' since Osama Bin Laden! So pay homage! Ladies, salute me! Gentlemen, salute me! The General - you'll soon see! [Hook x2] [Verse 2: Cam'ron] Hey yo, this is just for gangstas! That'll blackout, Mack out, blank out, shank out and shank ya! Y'all looking lost, took ya plates gave the crooks the forks (Gon' eat!) We gon' eat whether its fish or pork They thirsty and ready to take your burger, turkey and [?]? You ever work with machetes? I broke bread with billionaires that think flippin' birds is petty! They soon [?] My tune turn to envy Balloon pop you know I burned a friendly! And pull cards off (Dadada!) I'm so nice I took the last two bars off! I wasn't rappin' nothing! I was wrappin' something! Now that was stuntin'! And baby, I model Always with the coke in the baby powder bottle! (That's k**a!) 'Cos I follow for figures My hollow and trigger swallow a n***a Like a bottle of liquor (Hennessey!) And when I co*k that heat back Your hatchback hardtop a droptop seat back! Coroner reach back! Body in the seat, head in the trunk Tell his mother "eat that!" Laid up, feet fat! I'm a better boy, Ohio players, Detroit Cheddar Boys! Harlem too, gangstas do it Montana, Santana - gangsta music! k**a! [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Juelz Santana] I got you n***as exhausted You gotta be nauseous how I pull up Stop and be flossin'! Chrome wheels spinnin' out of proportion Twin pipes on the back letting out the exhaustion, whoa! Kids love me but I'm no idol! I hold rifles, dog my spit game is so vital! I'm what the game's been missing like both Michaels Jackson and Jordan, from crackin' and ballin' I'm back! I'm a heavy pimper 24/7 pimper Where your girl? Go get her! Bet I pimp her! And I ain't mad that the Towers fell I'm mad the coke price went up and this crack won't sell Mad I gotta grind harder Hit the block harder Get some new workers Buy some new product Get my clientele back sh**, I might as well black! Burn the town down one more time - what the hell Scrap? For my n***as who can't get it Upstate, sitting in San Quentin Greens on they back, on they feet Stan Smithin' This is gangsta music, please [?] Spit your razors out, party in the mess hall! This is just for gangstas, pardon all the rest of y'all Juelz Santana make it happen man Dipset grip Tecs, Harlem's own Taliban! [Hook x2]