The Diplomats - What is This lyrics

(Jim Jones) What is this, that gangsta gangsta lets get back to business you gotta k** 'em dead so they dont 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 lets keep it G we don't talk wit disclaimers we say names we ain't playin 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 tryin to hara** us these pretty cars seem to grab they attention they know these pretty cars cost more cash than they pinchen 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 (Hook) It's uhhh what is this DipSet what is this byrd game what is this that certified G lets 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,(Harlem) across the 1-1-0, (thou-hundred) where it all seems to rain and the sun dont 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 dont 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 thats 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 ziplock 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) ?? bubble back with the sky as my ceiling (Hook) n***a I'm laughin' now I'm shoppin' on Madison, (why?) just was in a hustle fiends was coppin of Madison, (nicks and dimes) thats 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, (shoutouts to the homeys) blow my fairy side