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Yea, Killa, we gettin' ready to do is
Separate the men from the mice, pit from the
An' the villains from the
Dipset, bitch, you know what means?

You the Diplomat community
This my man, Hell Rell, he up
He 'bout to home, hit 'em Rell

By the time this shit touch the
I'll probably be shackled up on a bus wit
But I'mma ride anyway, get high
An' let my V.V.S. jewels blind your eyes anyway,

wannabe gangsta's listen to me
After two years of teachin', get your degree
I took over an' put dope an' coke on it
Subbed niggas out an' put them under my

like my speed stick, nigga, I see chips quicker
So hot, I'm droppin' a remix, nigga
An' yea, your top on six, go 'head, drop that
Just makin' it ways easier to get popped at, nigga

the haze, let's get higher an' higher
But G, you me coke, I supplier, supplier
ask 'bout the flow, yea, it's fire, it's fire
Y'all snitch niggas, was hired to be wired

An' my word, fam, I swore to my mother I'd get you
a phone call, now I'm done wit the issues
Now all my gorillas come through an' get you
An' murk off in a nickel, the color of pickles

I got a serious pimp game, I a sick chain
Toe the two tone rugger an' wit da Dip game
Y'all the of niggas that will run from da rubble
Holla if y'all birds, I can front you a couple, nigga

I chips, this is what I do
Run divas, give 'em to my crew
Send work out of town, is what I do
Be wit my niggas, is what I do

I stack chips, is what I do
Run divas, give 'em to my crew
work out of town, this is what I do
Be wit my niggas, this is I do

Shorty I had plans of spousin' her
I just wanted to have sex on the wit her
Do it in the wit her
her a few bricks, make her take it down south wit her
I'm 'bout my scrilla, come fuck wit your

An' all these haters buss at your nigga
An' try to do me, so I rock the Uzi under the
This shit you feel in your bones
ask if I'm down wit the Roc
'Cause I be wit an' Jones

I just put rocks on da block an' rocks on my wrist
Get your hardest nigga, he ain't poppin' like
Anybody I'm tossin', nigga, is hungry season
We flossin', you an' your mans is gettin' it
Where's our

Yo, Killa, only reason killas
they buss in their hoes, they make 'em get abortions
Smoke dro, flow
I got two guns, you got two guns, let's a foursome

See, I start a in a minute, supply it if you sniff it
I'm givin' out samples, go 'head try it, terrific
The crack head love me, females hug me, kiss me
Buy the whole pack wit up fifties

Don't cop from that nigga, Rell, is you tell the fiends
We gettin' all the money 'cause the dimes look jellybeans
A few an' the lock an' key, but I need a world
So it's to lay pressure game down, like Preacher Earl

Everybody pay up or gon' get up
This year, get my name back an' my weight up
Go see primo, blade the plate up
Make some packs an' some workers an' start cake up
is what I do

I chips, this is what I do
Run through divas, give 'em to my
work out of town, this is what I do
Be wit my niggas, is what I do, nigga

I stack chips, this is I do
Run through divas, give 'em to my crew,
work out of town, this is what I do, nigga
Be wit my niggas, this is I do, nigga

This is he does, Killa, Santana, Jim Jones
Freaky, here tonight, whole Taliban, Brozzy
45th side, Diplomats, man, see we do, man
This is not a joke
Holla at boy, that's seven digit cake, man