Jim Jones Featuring Juelz Santana [Juelz Santana:] Dipset bitch Juelz Santana (yeah) 2004 its a brand new muthafuckin year i hope you know that (you already know) And we are in total control once a-muthafuckin-gain nigga (ook) Dipset in the building Juelz Santana, Jim Jones, Killa muthafuckin Cam, Freeky Zeeky [Juelz Santana:] Live from the bottom of the pot where crack is cooked at Im 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 im a rolling block Dodge squally, i dont know the cops I dont know them rats No, i dont condone in that Im in my zone infact, aint no holing back The 4'll mac when the beefin is on Niggas cheat when its on Niggas get reef wen its on They cant 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 dont ask that Normally i just blast that but you an exception pussy Ya girl told me you jus obsessed with pussy and you cant fuck you just upset the pussy Im 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 cant catch me copper You just upset me copper Im on a jet ski copper(haha) [Chorus x2: Juelz Santana] Now if this aint gangsta and that aint gangsta then what is gangsta Nigga i am gangsta, who aint gangsta, you aint gangsta [Jim Jones:] The truth is im what the games been needin Food for thought, the fuck 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 dont pay for the pussy The beef cum we dont lay for the pussy Fuck 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 Im 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 im 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 aint 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 cant stith him up Im 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 theyll have you sittin on stake road From HOC to CF to CF cant hold me im 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 im reditary, and ya kids could get it too [Chorus]