The Diplomats, Cam’ron, Hell Rell - This Is What I Do lyrics

Yeah, Killa what we getting ready to do is
Separate the men from the mice
The pit from the poddles, the
Villains from the heroes, huh
Dipset 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

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 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 it send niggas out
And put 'em 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 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 the flow, yeah, it's fire
It's fire y'all snitch niggas
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 issue
Now, all my guerillas 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 niggas that
Run from the rumble
Holla if y'all want birds I
Could front you a couple, nigga

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 of town, this is what I do
(what he does)
Be with my niggas, this is what I do
(what he does)
I stack chips, this is what I do
(what he does)
Run through divas, give 'em to my crew nigga
(to his crew) send work out of town
This is what I do nigga (what he does)
I'm 'bout my paper, this is what I do
(what he does)

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 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 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 nigga
He ain't poppin like this
Anybody I'm tossing
Nigga this is hungry season
We stopped flossing
You and your mans is getting it
Where's our portion?
Yo Killa, only reason they killers
When they bust in 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 terrific
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
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
Sit back and cake up this is what I do

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 of town, this is what I do
(what he does)
Be with my niggas, this is what I do
(what he does)
I stack chips, this is what I do
(what he does)
Run through divas, give 'em to my crew nigga
(to his crew) send work out of town
This is what I do nigga (what he does)
I'm 'bout my paper, this is what I do
(what he does)

This is what he does, Killa
Santana, Jim Jones, Freekey
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