(feat. Cam'Ron, Bezel)
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[Verse: Jim Jones]
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You know I keep my eyes wide
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East side high risers
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West side low riders
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vest with the four-fire
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Yes I fo sho fire
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D-I-P low rider
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See police, slow the ride
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See scwalay , nigga
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'Cause they be thinking that the ride stolen
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Keep your head up and your eyes open
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Load the lead up while the ride rollin
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Creep up on a motha like what you say fucka
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Well fuck him and if he live smoke him
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We don't appeal to the law
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You know we ride this motherfucker till them wheels fall off
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And the first bastard get fly
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You know blad, blad, blad, was my reply
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89 wolf pack and we wylin
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P-89 pull gats 'cause we violent, shit, yea
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We put coke on the strip
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Don't quote me boy 'cause I ain't said shit
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[Chorus: Bezel]
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Since I made a gang of bucks
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Nah I ain't been hanging much
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Still slide through fly coupes, and the chains is plush
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Keep the banger tucked 'case I had to bang a fuck
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'Cause we Certified Gangstas
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All day we hanging smut, dog with a gang of ducks
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Hundred grand on the hand, Game got the range of trucks
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Kill wit the deal, still got cane to cut
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'Cause we Certified Gangstas
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[Verse: Cam'Ron]
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We still in ages of glocks
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Razors or octs
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'Cause I lay in the drop
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Pump the base on the pocket
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Move the H on our block, in front of H&R Block
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See the face on our watch, put your face on our cock
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I keep the looga hug
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Show you how to use the snub
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Whoop-te-woo, fuck around be you I plug
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I don't do the drugs, baby I move the drugs
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Right on the computer love, it sound like computer love
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Duck the cop-cappers
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And them top-hatters
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Fock flavors, harlem world we got gators
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Not dead I said they alive
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Lions, Tigers, Bears, oh my
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It's a straight zoo
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A to Z, May to April
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Bring the Apes through
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Fuck around you be ape food, baked food
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9 bitches 8 dudes
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Diamond visions, great cubes
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Get it straight fool
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[Chorus]
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[Verse: Jim Jones]
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You know I ride through Lennox
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All eyes on my pendant
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But I'm moving like oh dog was ridding a menace
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With that automatic weapon, blowing live through my tennant
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While I'm breezin' through the jects, blowing live on the tennants
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I'm pouring liquor for the dead and gone
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And we retaly same night, load the blinkers with the leaders on
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We come to get you till the dead and morn
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(Knock, Knock wake up mothafucker, you know who it is)
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Killa and Jones coppo and don
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Big birds, the rocks and our charms
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He got the bird, the glocks in my palm
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I got the word from King Joffrey the bomb
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My nigga zeekey surely a hard rock
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How he survived them 40-sum-odd shots
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As we ride he screamed out eastside
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All the time as I reply
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[Chorus]
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Certified Gangsta
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Jim Jones |