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(feat. Hell Rell) [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 Letras de cancionesPicture 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 From Letras Mania