(Juelz Santana)

Dipset bitch

Juelz Santana(yeah)

2004 its a brand new muthaf**kin year

I hope you know that(you already know)

And we are in total control once a-muthaf**kin-gain nigga(ook)

Dipset in the building

Juelz Santana, Jim Jones, Killa muthaf**kin Cam, Freeky Zeeky

(Juelz Santana)

Live from the bottom of the pot where crack is cooked at

I'm back like cooked crack

And i rap like cooked crack

And dats a good match

And dats cum good crack

My gun hotter then the stove is on

So hot even i thought the stove was on

But the stove was off

I was jus rolling hot

I was jus rome the block

Hard body i'm a rolling block

Dodge squally, i don't know the cops

I don't know them rats

No, i don't condone in that

I'm in my zone infact, ain't no holing back

The 4'll mac when the beefin is on

Niggas cheat when its on

Niggas get reef wen its on

They can't believe when its on but its me wen its on(pooh)

But it is and this is what i do so

What it is, what is be, whats the sccop yo

Normally i don't ask that

Normally i just blast that but you an exception pussy

Ya girl told me you jus obsessed with P***y and you can't f**k you just upset the pussy

I'm sumthin mean to watch

My machine'll pop

Life off ya halipino top

Now i've been seen in drop coops oops

Radar ditectors(poop poop)

You can't catch me copper

You just upset me copper

I'm on a jet ski copper(haha)

(Chorus - Juelz Santana 2x)

Now if this ain't gangsta and that ain't gangsta then what is gangsta

Nigga i am gangsta, who ain't gangsta, you ain't gangsta

(Jim Jones)

The truth is i'm what the games been needin

Food for thought, the f**k man you lames been eating (them lies)

I move, the streets do follow

I speed race, not through the streets (why) cuz police do follow

So watch em

These niggas throw flappy and sick(thats right)

We young cold flashy and rich

Plus we gun hoe and spz on a bitch

Cuz we don't pay for the pussy

The beef cum we don't lay for the pussy

F**k em, Watch em, got em, spot em, pop em, drop em(lay em down)

Now Lord forgive us(pray for us)

Gangstas(say what) We all religious

And y'all wangstas i swear you give us the shivers

Dipset, the new black panthers

The boys ask us questions man we do not answer

Life's too short for me to pull my pants up

I'm tryna let my nuts hang, system out the truck bang bang

Thats Certified Gangsta

You heard about me well then you heard about gangsta

Ill beat the brace off a nigga

But i'm tryna keep the tapes off a nigga

To get rich we do whatever we have to do

And when we hit the hood our bregins be grabbin you

Foul hundreds the 7th's Avenue

And niggas feel the pressure whenever we mashin through

(Chorus)

(Bezel)

You ain't gangsta, Listen up

I grip a pump, squeeze 3

And have any OG bitchin up

Man he a missing chump

And if not the big glock, our big shots so doc can't stith him up

I'm from the city wher its easy to make do

Easy to bake Hoes

Its easy to make 4's

You gettin them pencils

The pigs and the checks know

Nex week they'll have you sittin on stake road

From HOC to CF to CF

Can't hold me i'm prone to this BS

So imagine Bez on the phone gettin key check

Fresh outta DC lampin in the GS

Thats how niggas do go get a clip or 2

Fifth or glock, get a block, hit the spot, flip a few

And for a brick or 2

The led i carry, shit

I'm reditary, and ya kids could get it too

(Chorus)