The Diplomats - This Is What I Do Lyrics

(feat. Hell Rell)

[Cam'Ron]
Yeah, Killa
What we gonna get ready (to) do is seperate the men from the mice
The pit from the poddles, the villian 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 shit touch da streets
I'll probably be shackled up, on a bus wit beasts
But I'ma ride anyway, get high anyway
And let my VVS jewels blind your eyes anyway, f*cka
Ya'll 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 it
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
And yeah, your top on your 6, go 'head, drop that
Just make your waves more easier to get popped at, nigga
Rollin' haze, let's get higher and higher
Picture you selling me coke, I supply your supplier
They askin about the flow, yeah, it's fire, it's fire
Y'all snitch niggaz, ya'll was hired to be wired
And that's my word fam, I swore to my mother I'd get you
Made a phonecall, now I'm done with the issues
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
Ya'll the type of niggaz that run from the rumble
Holla if ya'll want birds, I could front you a couple, nigga

[Chorus x2: 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 'em down south with her
I'm about my scrilla, come f*ck 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
Anybody, I'm tossin, nigga this is hungry season
We stopped flossing, you and your mans is getting it, where's our portion
Yo Killa, the only reason they killas
When they bustin they hoes, 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 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 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 gonna get sprayed up
This year, I'ma get my name back, and my weight up
Go see Premo, razorblade the plate up
Make some packs, hit some workers, and sit back and 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 motherf*cking joke
Holla at your boy
That's seven digit cake, man