This Is What I Do (feat. Hell Rell)

Yeah

Killa, Killa

What we gon' get ready to do is separate the men from the mice

The pit from the poodles

The villain from the heroes

Huh, Dipset, bitch

You know what that means?

You amongst the Diplomatic Community

This my man Hell Rell

He locked up, he about to come home

Hit 'em, Rell

By the time this shit touch the streets

I'll probably be shackled up, on a bus with beasts

But I'ma ride anyway, get high anyway

And let my VVS jewels blind your eyes anyway, fucka

Y'all wanna be gangstas, listen to me

After two years of teaching, you'll get your degree

I took over blocks, and put dope and coke on it

Sonned **** out, and put 'em under my deodorant

Just like my Speed Stick, ****, I see chips quicker

So hot tomorrow, I'm dropping the remix ****

And yeah, your top on your six, go 'head and drop that

Just make your waves more easier to get popped at, ****

Roll the haze, let's get higher and higher

Picture you selling me coke, I supply your supplier

They asking about the flow, yeah, it's fire, it's fire

Y'all snitch ****, 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 with the issues

Now, all my guerrillas gon' come through and get you

And merk off from the double-nickel 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 **** that run from the rumble

Holla if y'all want birds I could front you a couple, ****

I stack chips, this is what I do

Run through divas, give 'em to my crew

Send work outta town, this is what I do

Be with my ****, this is what I do

I stack chips, this is what I do

Run through divas, give 'em to my crew, ****

Send work out of town, this is what I do

I'm 'bout my paper, this is what I do

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 'em down south with her

I'm about my scrilla, come fuck with your ****

And all these haters wanna bust at your ****

And try to do me, so I rock the uzi under the Coogi

This shit you gon' 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, and rock rocks on my wrist

Get your hardest ****, he ain't poppin' like this

Anybody I'm tossing, **** this is hungry season

We stopped flossing, you and your mans is getting it

Where's our portion?

Yo Killa, only reason they killas

When they bust in they hos, they make her 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 terrific

The crack heads love me, female ones hug me, kiss me

Buy the whole pack with crumbled up fifties

Don't cop from that **** Rell, is what you tell the fiends

We getting all the money,'cause the dimes look like Jelly beans

Few blocks under lock and key, but I need the world

So it's time to lay my pressure game down like Preacher Earl

Everybody pay up or gon' get sprayed up

This year, I'm get my name back, and my weight up

Go see Premo, razor blade the plate up

Make some packs, hit some workers, and wrap some cake up

This is what I do

I stack chips, this is what I do

Run through divas, give 'em to my crew

Send work out of town, this is what I do

Be with my ****, this is what I do

I stack chips, this is what I do

Run through divas, give 'em to my crew ****

Send work out of town, this is what I do ****

I'm 'bout my paper, this is what I do ****

This is what he does, killa

Santana, Jim Jones, Freeky

Tito in here tonight

Whole Taliban, Brazi

Forty-fifth side

Diplomats man

You see what we do man, it's not a motherfucking joke

Holla 'atcha boy