Certified Gangsta

[Verse: Jim Jones]

You know I keep my eyes wide

East side high risers

West side low riders

vest with the four-fire

Yes I fo sho fire

D-I-P low rider

See police, slow the ride

See scwalay , nigga

'Cause they be thinking that the ride stolen

Keep your head up and your eyes open

Load the lead up while the ride rollin

Creep up on a motha like what you say fucka

Well fuck him and if he live smoke him

We don't appeal to the law

You know we ride this motherfucker till them wheels fall off

And the first bastard get fly

You know blad, blad, blad, was my reply

89 wolf pack and we wylin

P-89 pull gats 'cause we violent, shit, yea

We put coke on the strip

Don't quote me boy 'cause I ain't said shit

[Chorus: Bezel]

Since I made a gang of bucks

Nah I ain't been hanging much

Still slide through fly coupes, and the chains is plush

Keep the banger tucked 'case I had to bang a fuck

'Cause we Certified Gangstas

All day we hanging smut, dog with a gang of ducks

Hundred grand on the hand, Game got the range of trucks

Kill wit the deal, still got cane to cut

'Cause we Certified Gangstas

[Verse: Cam'Ron]

We still in ages of glocks

Razors or octs

'Cause I lay in the drop

Pump the base on the pocket

Move the H on our block, in front of H&R Block

See the face on our watch, put your face on our cock

I keep the looga hug

Show you how to use the snub

Whoop-te-woo, fuck around be you I plug

I don't do the drugs, baby I move the drugs

Right on the computer love, it sound like computer love

Duck the cop-cappers

And them top-hatters

Fock flavors, harlem world we got gators

Not dead I said they alive

Lions, Tigers, Bears, oh my

It's a straight zoo

A to Z, May to April

Bring the Apes through

Fuck around you be ape food, baked food

9 bitches 8 dudes

Diamond visions, great cubes

Get it straight fool

[Chorus]

[Verse: Jim Jones]

You know I ride through Lennox

All eyes on my pendant

But I'm moving like oh dog was ridding a menace

With that automatic weapon, blowing live through my tennant

While I'm breezin' through the jects, blowing live on the tennants

I'm pouring liquor for the dead and gone

And we retaly same night, load the blinkers with the leaders on

We come to get you till the dead and morn

(Knock, Knock wake up mothafucker, you know who it is)

Killa and Jones coppin one dawn

Big birds, the rocks and our charms

He got the bird, the glocks in my palm

I got the word from King Joffrey the bomb

My nigga zeekey surely a hard rock

How he survived them 40-sum-odd shots

As we ride he screamed out eastside

All the time as I reply

[Chorus]