"This Is What I Do"
(feat. Hell Rell)

[Cam'Ron]
Yeah, Killa
What we getting ready to do is seperate the men from the mice
The pit from the poddles, the villians from the heros, huh
Dip Set Bitch
You know what that means?
You're amongst the Diplomatic Community
This my man Hell Rell, he locked up, he about to come home
Hit 'em Rell

[Hell Rell]
By the time this hit streets
I'll probably be shackled up, on the bus with beast
What I'ma ride anyway, get high anyway
And let me VVS jewels blind your eyes anyway, fucka
You wanna be gangstas, listen to me
After two years teaching, you'll get your degree
I took over blocks, and put dope and coke on 'em
Send niggaz out, and put them under my deodorant
Just like my Speed Stick nigga, I see chips quicker
So hot tomorrow, I'm dropping the remix nigga
Oh yeah and your top on your 6, go 'head and drop that
Just make your waves more easier to get popped at, nigga
Roll the haze, let's get higher and higher
Picture you selling me coke, I supply your supplier
They asking about my flow, yeah, it's fire, it's fire
Y'all snitch niggaz was hired to be wired
And that's my word fam, I swore to my mother I'd get you
Made the phonecall, now I'm done with the issue
Now, all my guerillas gonna come through and get you
And merk off from the double-nickle the color of pickles
I got a serious pimp game, I rock a sick chain
Tote a two-tone ruger and roll with the Dip Gang
Y'all the type of niggaz to run from a rumble
Holla 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 her
I just wanted to have sex on the couch with her
Do it in the mouth with her
Give her a few bricks, make her take it down south with her
I'm about my scrilla, come fuck with your nigga
And all these haters wanna bust at your nigga
And try to do me, so I rock the uzi under the Coogi
This shit you gonna feel in your bones
They ask if I'm down with the ROC, cause I be with Killa and Jones
I just put rocks on the block, rock rocks on my wrist
Get your hardest nigga, he ain't poppin' like this
Any nigga I'm tossing, nigga this is hungry season
We stopped flossing, you and your mans is getting it, we're our preportion
Yo Killa, the only reason they killas
Cause when they bust in they hoes, they make them get abortions
Smoke dro, flow awesome
I got two guns, you got two guns, let's have a foursome
See I start a riot in a minute, supply it if you sniff it
I'm giving out samples, go 'head, try it, it's terriffic
The crack heads love me, female ones hug me, kiss me
Buy the whole pack with crumbled up 50s
Don't cop from that nigga Rell is what you tell the fiends
We getting all the money cause the dimes look like Jellybeans
Few blocks and a lock and key/ki, but I need the world
So it's time to lay my pressure game down like Preacher Earl
Everybody pay up or gonna get sprayed up
This year, I'm get my name back, and my weight up
Go see Premo, razorblade the plate up
Make some packs, hit some workers, and wrap some cake up
This 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, KILLA
Santana, Jim Jones, FREEKY
Tito in here tonight
Whole Taliban
Brazi
45th Side
Diplomats man
You see what we do man, this is not a motherfucking joke
Holla at your boy
That's seven digit cake, man

"Crunk Muzik"

[Juelz Santana]
Now this here is that bomb diggy (diggy)
Diggy dang, the dons with me
Killa, willll kill a nigga you thinkin' bout harming me
Capo's corrupted (yup), he's the wrong vato to fuck wit (yup)
Labeled and known as a young Pac to the public
And me, Human Crack in the flesh
I'm the last of the best
One word to describe me (what), spectacular, YES!
So stay calm shorty, when you see that palmed .40
I'll pop it slow, you'll rock and roll, like Bon Jovi
So don't fool with the click (Ey)
Don't fool with the Dips (Ey)
You will die, you will lie in a pool full of shit (Ey!)
When that gun with the clip in (what)
Start dumpin' and rippin', (yup)
At ya'll head, ya'll some dead summamabitches (Ey!)
You give a chick hard dick and bubblegum (Ey)
I give a chick a hard brick and bubble-yum (Ey!)
Like here, take that, shake that, break that (Ey!)
In half and please bring me cake back

[Chorus:]
[Juelz Santana] You kow what the movements like
You know how movin', right
Move, cause we in the mood to fight
[Jim Jones] This is that get crunk move bitch
Get drunk stupid
High like space, .45 on waist
[Juelz Santana] You kow what the movements like
You know how movin', right
Move, cause we in the mood to fight
[Jim Jones] This is that get crunk move bitch
Get drunk stupid
High like space, .45 on waist

[Jim Jones]
This is that bang, bang, bang
To my hooligan, gang
While you movin' them thangs
And ya toolies go blast (silence)
Call me Richochet Rabbit
Cause I click and spray magets
And my niggaz straight savage (Goonies!)
Penelope pump let off six whole rounds (boom!)
'Fore one shell hit the ground
In the hood he known as a Capo
To the goons and the heights its all tato
Aint gotta know me some vato
In the heights to move on some pato (demelo)
Ok muchacho, they told me that you got it tato (mida)
I know im movin' someone know we usually gone pop you (te matan)
This that 9 double 1, wit a 9 double m
If its crime lets have fun, lets have fun, lets have fun
This that o trizzy 1, triple o, whoa, whoa
If you scared get ya gun (get ya gun, get ya gun)
This that uptop crunk
When the truck stop, dump
This where the bucks stop chump

[Chorus:]
[Juelz Santana] You know what the movemets like
You know how me movin', right
Move, cause we in the mood to fight
[Jim Jones] This is that get crunk move bitch
Get drunk stupid
High like space, .45 on waist

[Cam'Ron]
That rooti, tooti, fruity, Louie, what I usually do (what's this?)
This that jump, stop, breathe, whoody-who
Gats in the truck
Platt, platt, pass to a d-d-d-uck
I'm the mince, owe me money, tat, tat, tat, what the fuck
Ya'll reppin' that 5 still
I'm reppin' that 5 mill
Neverland, thriller, Killa Cam, Jackson 5 bill
Lets style a bit, Italian shit, $5000 spent
Show you how to get that powder shit
Filed the fifth, jet out of it
My proud of what is yo' turn, Jim so burned
Live bitch, why kiss, on my wrist a glowworm
And I keep heat, cause in these streets (what you hear?)
Just hear woop, woop, whant, whant, beep, beep (that's the cops)
And you rumble, never, me, hit a humble diva
And I stay with the white, I got Jungle Fever
So tell Lucceey (what)
That her boobi's, loco, cookie monster,
I'm the 1 the rep the set
Left to left, death to death
You be yellow-taped, outlined, etch-a-sketch
Killa

[Chorus:]
[Juelz Santana] You know what the movements like
You know how we movin', right
Move, cause we in the mood to fight
[Jim Jones] This is that get crunk move bitch
Get drunk stupid
High like space, .45 on waist
[Juelz Santana] You kow what the movements like
You know how movin', right
Move, cause we in the mood to fight
[Jim Jones] This is that get crunk move bitch
Get drunk stupid
High like space, .45 on waist