Artist: The Diplomats Album: Diplomatic Immunity Song: Gangsta Typed by: drzzdrake599@gmail.com [Intro - Juelz] Yeah, who, where they at, bring em to me Let me talk to these niggas man, Dip-set ya'll wit me [Chorus - Juelz] Ayo listen to this gangsta, feel this music man Get into this gangsta, cause this is just for gangstas Where my niggas at, where my bitches at Get into this gangsta, cause this is just for gangstas [Juelz Santana] Now lets get down to business, I've been gone For a minute, but I'm back now down for business Yeah I found a small town I had to visit I had a bunch of hungry workers , who was down to get it So I got up and left, it the town with rizicks Nickels dimes quarters own have of rizicks Know the rules of getting mad, If they ask they get it Plus I was giving it to them, like I had permission Now I'm back focused on rap, anybody got a problem holla back Two shots swallow that, and I know what the people want Got what the people want, I know you not hot You not what the people want, they want me Santana man bandana Rapped around his hand, got damnmit man is it him? Yes say it again, yes I'm playing to win Yes hey come again, niggas I've been watching I've been plotting, I'm the realest thing poppin Since Osama Bin Laden, so pay homage Ladies salute me, gentlemen salute me, the gentlemen you'll soon see [Chorus 2x] [Cam'Ron] Ayo this is just for gangstas, then I black out, mack out Bling out, shing out, and shank ya Ya'll looking lost, took your plates, gave it to crooks The forks (go eat), we gon eat whether, its fish or pork They thirsty already, they take a burger, turkey and veggie You ever work wit meshedy's, I broke bread with billionaires That think flippin birds is petty, they soon serve wit semi My tune turn to envy, balloon pop you know I burn the friendly, and pull cars off I'm so nice, I took the last two bars off I wasn't rapping nothing, I was rapping something, now that was stunting And baby I model, I always put the coke in the baby powder bottle Killa, cause I follow for figures, I hollow the trigger Swallow a nigga, like a bottle of liquor (Hennessey) And when I cock that heat, back the hatch back hard top Or drop top seat back, harving and reach back Body in the seat, head in the trunk Tell his mother eat that, later feet fat Ima batter boy, Ohio players, Detroit cheddar boy Harlem too, gangstas do it, Montana Santana, gangsta music killa [Chorus 2x] [Juelz Santana] Yo I got you niggas exhausted, you gotta be nauseous How I pull up, stop and be flossing Oh chrome wheels spinning, out of proportion Twin pipes on the back, letting out the exhaustion Whoa kids love me, but I'm no idol I hold rifles, dogg my spit game Is so vital, I'm with the games been missing Like both Michaels , Jackson to Jordan From cracking to balling, I'm back I'm a heavy pimper, 24/7 pimper Where your girl, go get her, bet I pimp her And I aint mad, that the towers fell I'm mad the coke, price went up, and the crack won't sell I'm mad I gotta grind harder, hit the block harder Get some new workers, buy some new proda Get my clientele back, shit I might as well black Burn the town down one more time, what the hell scrap For my niggas who can't get it, up state sittin in san Quentin Greens on they back on the feet, stand spliffing This is gangsta music, please dance wit it Spit your razors out, partying the mess all This is just for gangstas, parting all the rest of ya'll Juelz Santana make it happen man, dip-set grip tecs harlems own taliban [Chorus 2x]