Certified Gangstas Lyrics - Singles - Diplomats

[Verse: Jim Jones] 

You know I keep my eyes wide 

East side high risers 

West side low riders 

vest with the four-fire 

Yes I fo sho fire 

D-I-P low rider 

See police, slow the ride 

See scwalay, nigga 

'Cause they be thinking that the ride stolen 

Keep your head up and your eyes open 

Load the lead up while the ride rollin 

Creep up on a mark like what you say fucka 

Well fuck him and if he live smoke him 

We don't appeal to the law 

You know we ride this motherfucker till them wheels fall off 

And the first bastard get fly 

You know blad, blad, blad, was my reply 

89 wolf pack and we wylin 

P-89 pull gats 'cause we violent, shit, yea 

We put coke on the strip 

Don't quote me boy 'cause I ain't said shit 

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[Chorus: Bezel] 

Since I made a gang of bucks 

Nah I ain't been hanging much 

Still slide through fly coupes, and the chains is plush 

Keep the banger tucked 'case I had to bang a fuck 

'Cause we Certified Gangstas 

All day we hanging smut, dog with a gang of ducks 

Hundred grand on the hand, Game got the range of trucks 

Kill wit the deal, still got cane to cut 

'Cause we Certified Gangstas 

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[Verse: Cam'Ron] 

We still in ages of glocks 

Razors or octs 

'Cause I lay in the drop 

Pump the base on the pocket 

Move the H on our block, in front of H&R Block 

See the face on our watch, put your face on our cock 

I keep the looga hug 

Show you how to use the snub 

Whoop-te-woo, fuck around be you I plug 

I don't do the drugs, baby I move the drugs 

Right on the computer love, it sound like computer love 

Duck the cop-cappers 

And them top-hatters 

Fock flavors, harlem world we got gators 

Not dead I said they alive 

Lions, Tigers, Bears, oh my 

It's a straight zoo 

A to Z, May to April 

Bring the Apes through 

Fuck around you be ape food, baked food 

9 bitches 8 dudes 

Diamond visions, great cubes 

Get it straight fool 

[Chorus] 

[Verse: Jim Jones] 

You know I ride through Lennox 

All eyes on my pendant 

But I'm moving like oh dog was ridding a menace 

With that automatic weapon, blowing live through my tennant 

While I'm breezin' through the jects, blowing live on the tennants 

I'm pouring liquor for the dead and gone 

And we retaly same night, load the blinkers with the leaders on 

We come to get you till the dead and morn 

(Knock, Knock wake up mothafucker, you know who it is) 

Killa and Jones coppin one dawn 

Big birds, the rocks and our charms 

He got the bird, the glocks in my palm 

I got the word from King Joffrey the bomb 

My nigga zeekey surely a hard rock 

How he survived them 40-sum-odd shots 

As we ride he screamed out eastside 

All the time as I reply 

[Chorus]