Diplomats - This Is What I Do (Hell Rell) Lyrics
[Cam'Ron]Yeah, KillaWhat we getting ready to do is seperate the men from the miceThe pit from the poddles, the villians from the heros, huhDip Set *****You know what that means?You're amongst the Diplomatic CommunityThis my man Hell Rell, he locked up, he about to come homeHit 'em Rell[Hell Rell]By the time this hit streetsI'll probably be shackled up, on the bus with beastWhat I'ma ride anyway, get high anywayAnd let me VVS jewels blind your eyes anyway, *****aYou wanna be gangstas, listen to meAfter two years teaching, you'll get your degreeI took over blocks, and put dope and coke on 'emSend niggaz out, and put them under my deodorantJust like my Speed Stick nigga, I see chips quickerSo hot tomorrow, I'm dropping the remix niggaOh yeah and your top on your 6, go 'head and drop thatJust make your waves more easier to get popped at, niggaRoll the haze, let's get higher and higherPicture you selling me coke, I supply your supplierThey asking about my flow, yeah, it's fire, it's fireY'all snitch niggaz was hired to be wiredAnd that's my word fam, I swore to my mother I'd get youMade the phonecall, now I'm done with the issueNow, all my guerillas gonna come through and get youAnd merk off from the double-nickle the color of picklesI got a serious pimp game, I rock a sick chainTote a two-tone ruger and roll with the Dip GangY'all the type of niggaz to run from a rumbleHolla 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 herI just wanted to have sex on the couch with herDo it in the mouth with herGive her a few bricks, make her take it down south with herI'm about my scrilla, come ***** with your niggaAnd all these haters wanna bust at your niggaAnd try to do me, so I rock the uzi under the CoogiThis shit you gonna feel in your bonesThey ask if I'm down with the ROC, cause I be with Killa and JonesI just put rocks on the block, rock rocks on my wristGet your hardest nigga, he ain't poppin' like thisAny nigga I'm tossing, nigga this is hungry seasonWe stopped flossing, you and your mans is getting it, we're our preportionYo Killa, the only reason they killasCause when they bust in they hoes, they make them get abortionsSmoke dro, flow awesomeI got two guns, you got two guns, let's have a foursomeSee I start a riot in a minute, supply it if you sniff itI'm giving out samples, go 'head, try it, it's terrifficThe crack heads love me, female ones hug me, kiss meBuy the whole pack with crumbled up 50sDon't cop from that nigga Rell is what you tell the fiendsWe getting all the money cause the dimes look like JellybeansFew blocks and a lock and key/ki, but I need the worldSo it's time to lay my pressure game down like Preacher EarlEverybody pay up or gonna get sprayed upThis year, I'm get my name back, and my weight upGo see Premo, razorblade the plate upMake some packs, hit some workers, and wrap some cake upThis 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, KILLASantana, Jim Jones, FREEKYTito in here tonightWhole TalibanBrazi45th SideDiplomats manYou see what we do man, this is not a mother*****ing jokeHolla at your boyThat's seven digit cake, man
