What is This lyrics

by

Jim Jones


[Verse 1]
What is this?!
That, gangsta, gangsta, let's get back to business
You gotta kill 'em dead so they don't 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, let's keep it G, we don't talk with 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 are all nice
We pack guns and go to clubs and we ball all night
Crack sales in the slums, and 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 pension
Plus the city's ours, plus I'm back with a vengeance
Dipset in this b*tch, you know I'm a menace, n*gga

[Hook]
(Eastside) What is this
(Dipset) What is this
(ByrdGang) 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 with the birdies
[Verse 2]
Harlem (Harlem), across the 1-1-0 (Thou-hundred)
Where it all seems to rain and the sun don't show (Sun don't shine)
As long as it's white 'caine, oh you know we gon' blow (Get money)
sh*t, 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, don't go (Be careful)
And we all love this life but we must follow codes (Follow that code)
It's a secret society, all we ask is trust
Police keep on eyein' me, now thats f*cked up (f*ck 'em)
Enemies know the deal we will clap sh*t up (What's good)
We hit n*ggas with heaters
Watch the morgue come and get 'em, put them n*ggas in freezers (Them black Ziplock bags)
sh*t, 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, sh*t, we more than just a crew (Power)
We thick up in the hood, all aboard, we on the move (Eastside)
Huh, now y'all expect us to stop (nope)
I just cost 3 mil of them records off Koch (I'm still sellin')
What you can expect, expect for a drop (Watch this)
Guerrilla bubble back with the sky as my ceiling

[Hook]
(Eastside) What is this
(Dipset) What is this
(ByrdGang) 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 with the birdies
[Verse 3]
They got me laughin' now I'm shoppin' on Madison (Why?)
Just was in a hustle, fiends was coppin' off Madison (Nicks and dimes)
That's Uptown though, I was posted on 5th Ave ('Pollo)
12th St, 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 b*tch lab (Stupid b*tch)
I should've told her now the sh*t 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 with tribes (Shoutouts to the homies)
On my fairy side

[Hook]
(Eastside) What is this
(Dipset) What is this
(ByrdGang) 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 with the birdies
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