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Jim Jones f Cam`Ron and Bezel

Certified Gangstas

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* first single; send corrections to the typist[Verse: Jim Jones]You know I keep my eyes wideEast side high risersWest side low ridersvest with the four-fireYes I fo sho fireD-I-P low riderSee police, slow the rideSee scwalay , nigga`Cause they be thinking that the ride stolenKeep your head up and your eyes openLoad the lead up while the ride rollinCreep up on a motha like what you say fuckaWell fuck him and if he live smoke himWe don`t appeal to the lawYou know we ride this motherfucker till them wheels fall offAnd the first bastard get fly You know blad, blad, blad, was my reply89 wolf pack and we wylinP-89 pull gats `cause we violent, shit, yeaWe put coke on the stripDon`t quote me boy `cause I ain`t said shit[Chorus: Bezel]Since I made a gang of bucksNah I ain`t been hanging muchStill slide through fly coupes, and the chains is plushKeep the banger tucked `case I had to bang a fuck`Cause we Certified GangstasAll day we hanging smut, dog with a gang of ducksHundred grand on the hand, Game got the range of trucksKill wit the deal, still got cane to cut`Cause we Certified Gangstas[Verse: Cam`Ron]We still in ages of glocksRazors or octs`Cause I lay in the dropPump the base on the pocketMove the H on our block, in front of H&R BlockSee the face on our watch, put your face on our cockI keep the looga hugShow you how to use the snubWhoop-te-woo, fuck around be you I plugI don`t do the drugs, baby I move the drugsRight on the computer love, it sound like computer loveDuck the cop-cappersAnd them top-hattersFock flavors, harlem world we got gatorsNot dead I said they aliveLions, Tigers, Bears, oh myIt`s a straight zooA to Z, May to AprilBring the Apes throughFuck around you be ape food, baked food9 bitches 8 dudesDiamond visions, great cubesGet it straight fool[Chorus][Verse: Jim Jones]You know I ride through LennoxAll eyes on my pendantBut I`m moving like oh dog was ridding a menaceWith that automatic weapon, blowing live through my tennantWhile I`m breezin` through the jects, blowing live on the tennantsI`m pouring liquor for the dead and goneAnd we retaly same night, load the blinkers with the leaders onWe come to get you till the dead and morn(Knock, Knock wake up mothafucker, you know who it is)Killa and Jones coppin one dawnBig birds, the rocks and our charmsHe got the bird, the glocks in my palmI got the word from King Joffrey the bombMy nigga zeekey surely a hard rockHow he survived them 40-sum-odd shotsAs we ride he screamed out eastsideAll the time as I reply[Chorus]

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