Diplomats Gangsta Lyrics

Gangsta Lyrics

[Juelz Santana] 

Oh, come on, fuck with your boy 

It's Santana, Heatmakers, where we at? 

Let me see you through this 

Killa, Jones, Freakay 

Yeah man, I'm back at it 



Today's a new day, got the boo-lay up in the suitcase 

Go uptown to Harlem, tell 'em that I sent ya 

Tell 'em it's August, I'm "Gon' Til' November" 

I need a couple birds, get a broad, have 'em sent up 

Call my bird, get my broad have her sent up (Please) 

Call my niggaz, call my squad, have 'em sent up (Please) 

I see a town I'm likin' 

See some niggas getting money in a town I like it 

I run up on them with the pound and light it 

Like it's my block now, all right kid? 

He understood me quite clear 

Then that thing banged out, ranged out the side of his right ear 

And I got back to my business, back to my bitches 

Back to the kitchen, that pyrex vision 

Pop, I let that white stuff sit in 

Get hard, get rock, get to the block and pitchin' 

Yeah I'm sorry but this is how I'm livin 

And this is how I'm getting, fuck how I get it 

Hey! 



[Chorus: Juelz Santana] 

I stood alone watching the wall, in the zone, hand on my handles 

Listening to gangsta music 

I stood at home hand on a chrome, with a zone, flippin' the channels 

Watching how the gangstas do it 

I stood alone, getting dome, from a thick chick in sandles 

Watching Shaft, clocking math 



[Juelz Santana] 

Now I see death around the corner 

Gotta stay high, will I survive in the city where the skinny niggas die? 

Nope, it's the city where the skinny niggas ride 

.45 semi on the side, twisting when they drive, yeah 

Lick a shot for Big Pop and 'Pac, yeah 

One more for Shyne locked inside, yeah 

Two more for Cam, for taking over the Roc 

Yeah, yeah, it's my year 

So, okay, okay, okay, y'all can't fuck with me, no way 

Jose or Hector Camacho 

Tech blows and watch yo' chest close and tacos 

Motherfucker I'm the best, I told y'all before 

I should y'all before, ey! 



[Chorus: Juelz Santana] 

I stood alone watching the wall, in the zone, hand on my handles 

Listening to gangsta music 

I stood at home hand on a chrome, with a zone, flippin' the channels 

Watching how the gangstas do it 

I stood alone, getting dome, from a thick chick in sandles 

Watching Shaft, clocking math 



[Cam'Ron] 

I'm on the westside of Chicago, lookin' for a bust down 

And make me put my two arms up, Touchdown! 

You stay in touch now, but when I tough down 

I'm like Buckshot shorty, you better " uck Down" 

Yeah I must clown, I'm from Harlem, Uptown 

Where we flash money, take your bitch and ask you, what now? 

Birds flip a dozen, chicks is dicks they suckin' 

Swallow my kids, go and kiss they cousin 

Yes, they kissing cousins, toys kissing muppets 

Worst then that, they go home and kiss they husband 

That shit's disgusting 

Keep the chickens clucking, keep the pigeons buggin' 

This on my wrist is nothing 

To me it's just yellow hearts and pink diamonds 

Where I get the money for this? Don't think rhymin' 

You fucking with Pablo, Bravo, Mario Via Bolo ho, Ta-to 



[Chorus: Juelz Santana] 

I stood alone watching the wall, in the zone, hand on my handles 

Listening to gangsta music 

I stood at home hand on a chrome, with a zone, flippin' the channels 

Watching how the gangstas do it 

I stood alone, getting dome, from a thick chick in sandles 

Watching Shaft, clocking math