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    "This Is What I Do" Lyrics

    The Diplomats feat. Cam'ron

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    [Cam'Ron]
    Yeah, Killa
    What we getting ready to do is seperate the men from the mice
    The pit from the poddles, the villians from the heros, huh
    Dip Set Bitch
    You know what that means?
    You're amongst the Diplomatic Community
    This my man Hell Rell, he locked up, he about to come home
    Hit 'em Rell

    [Hell Rell]
    By the time this hit streets
    I'll probably be shackled up, on the bus with beast
    What I'ma ride anyway, get high anyway
    And let me VVS jewels blind your eyes anyway, fucka
    You wanna be gangstas, listen to me
    After two years teaching, you'll get your degree
    I took over blocks, and put dope and coke on 'em
    Send niggaz out, and put them under my deodorant
    Just like my Speed Stick nigga, I see chips quicker
    So hot tomorrow, I'm dropping the remix nigga
    Oh yeah and your top on your 6, go 'head and drop that
    Just make your waves more easier to get popped at, nigga
    Roll the haze, let's get higher and higher
    Picture you selling me coke, I supply your supplier
    They asking about my flow, yeah, it's fire, it's fire
    Y'all snitch niggaz was hired to be wired
    And that's my word fam, I swore to my mother I'd get you
    Made the phonecall, now I'm done with the issue
    Now, all my guerillas gonna come through and get you
    And merk off from the double-nickle the color of pickles
    I got a serious pimp game, I rock a sick chain
    Tote a two-tone ruger and roll with the Dip Gang
    Y'all the type of niggaz to run from a rumble
    Holla if you want birds I could front you a couple nigga

    [Chorus 2x: Hell Rell and Cam'ron]
    I stack chips, this is what I do (What he does)
    Run through divas, give 'em to my crew (To his crew)
    Send work out town, this is what I do (What he does)
    Be with my niggaz, this is what I do (What he does)

    [Hell Rell]
    Shorty thought I had plans of spousing her
    I just wanted to have sex on the couch with her
    Do it in the mouth with her
    Give her a few bricks, make her take it down south with her
    I'm about my scrilla, come fuck with your nigga
    And all these haters wanna bust at your nigga
    And try to do me, so I rock the uzi under the Coogi
    This shit you gonna feel in your bones
    They ask if I'm down with the ROC, cause I be with Killa and Jones
    I just put rocks on the block, rock rocks on my wrist
    Get your hardest nigga, he ain't poppin' like this
    Any nigga I'm tossing, nigga this is hungry season
    We stopped flossing, you and your mans is getting it, we're our preportion
    Yo Killa, the only reason they killas
    Cause when they bust in they hoes, they make them 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 giving out samples, go 'head, try it, it's terriffic
    The crack heads love me, female ones hug me, kiss me
    Buy the whole pack with crumbled up 50s
    Don't cop from that nigga Rell is what you tell the fiends
    We getting all the money cause the dimes look like Jellybeans
    Few blocks and a lock and key/ki, but I need the world
    So it's time to lay my pressure game down like Preacher Earl
    Everybody pay up or gonna get sprayed up
    This year, I'm get my name back, and my weight up
    Go see Premo, razorblade the plate up
    Make some packs, hit some workers, and wrap some cake up
    This is what I do

    [Chorus 2x: Hell Rell and Cam'ron]
    I stack chips, this is what I do (What he does)
    Run through divas, give 'em to my crew (To his crew)
    Send work out town, this is what I do (What he does)
    Be with my niggaz, this is what I do (What he does)

    [Cam'Ron]
    This is what he does, KILLA
    Santana, Jim Jones, FREEKY
    Tito in here tonight
    Whole Taliban
    Brazi
    45th Side
    Diplomats man
    You see what we do man, this is not a motherfucking joke
    Holla at your boy
    That's seven digit cake, man
    This song was submitted on January 20th, 2005 and last modified on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC.
    Written by Cameron Giles, D. Muhammad, Greg Green, Seon Thomas.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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