Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What Is This, artist - Jim Jones. Date of issue: 22.08.2005
Song language: English
What Is This |
| What is this, that gangsta gangsta lets get back to business |
| you gotta kill 'em dead so they dont ask the witness |
| no questions on the stand is there especially to the BLAM |
| yeah, I let 'em talk to the stainless |
| if it’s beef lets keep it G we don’t talk wit disclaimers |
| we say names we ain’t playin we leave ya corpse on the pavement |
| and I ain’t hard to find I’m in New York like the Rangers |
| my team, what, we all are nice |
| we pack guns and go to clubs and we ball all night |
| crack sales in the slums break the law all night |
| so the glock stay stashed up it’s cops tryin to harass us these pretty cars seem to grab they attention |
| they know these pretty cars cost more cash than they pinchen |
| plus the city’s ours plus I’m back with a vision |
| DipSet in this bitch you know I’m a menace, nigga |
| It’s uhhh |
| what is this |
| DipSet |
| what is this |
| byrd game |
| what is this |
| that certified G lets get back to business |
| say what say what say what |
| you heard me say what say what say what |
| you heard me say what say what say what |
| you heard me man get a set of wings so you can fly wit the birdies |
| Harlem,(Harlem) across the 1−1-0, (thou-hundred) |
| where it all seems to rain and the sun dont show, (sun don’t shine) |
| as long as it’s white caine oh you know we gon blow, (get money) |
| shit these dice games we bet lump sums on roll, (can't stop) |
| wear white tees but the guns don’t show, (got it on me) |
| and my advice where I’m from dont go, (be careful) |
| and we all love this life but we must follow codes, (follow that code) |
| it’s a sequel society all we ask, trust |
| police keep on eyein’me now thats fucked up, (fuck 'em) |
| enemies know the deal we will clap shit up, (what's good) |
| we hit niggaz with heaters |
| watch the morgue come and get 'em put them niggaz in freezers, (them black |
| ziplock bags) |
| shit, he bit off more than he could chew, (no homo) |
| he did what he could but that was more than he could do, (stupid) |
| DipSet, shit we more than just a crew, (power) |
| we thick up in the hood, all aboard we on the move, (eastside) |
| now y’all expect us to stop, (nope) |
| I just cost 3 mill. |
| of them records off Koch, (I'm still sellin') |
| what you can expect, expect for a drop, (watch this) |
| ?? |
| bubble back with the sky as my ceiling |
| Nigga I’m laughin’now I’m shoppin’on Madison, (why?) |
| just was in a hustle fiends was coppin of Madison, (nicks and dimes) |
| thats uptown though I was posted on 5th ave, (pollo) |
| 12th street movin’all the poker that Rich had, (hustler) |
| I’m 17 I was bumpin’up mixed slabs |
| word, me I stashed every pack in this bitch lab, (stupid bitch) |
| I should’ve told her now the shit where ya kids at, (dummy) |
| don’t get high on your own supply, (ya hear that) |
| it’s the rules in life that we must apply,(well name a couple of them) |
| well we must get fly |
| through this concrete jungle big chunks wit tribes, (shoutouts to the homeys) |
| blow my fairy side |