Load the lead up while the ride rollin'
Diamond visions, great cubes, get it straight, fool
Say, please roll up while we [Incomprehensible]
Baked food, 9 bitches 8 dudes
D I P lowrider, see police, slow the ride
Keep the banger tucked 'case I had to bang a fuck
P 89 pull gats 'cause we violent, shit
All the time as I reply
Whoop te woo, fuck around, be you I plug
Hundred grand on the hand, Game got the range of trucks
My nigga Zeekey surely a hard rock
Still slide through fly coupes an' the chains is plush
Well fuck him an' if he live smoke him
Vest with the four fire, yes, I fo' sho' fire
You know we ride this motherfucker till 'em wheels fall off
Kill wit the deal, still got cane to cut
Since I made a gang of bucks, nah, I ain't been hangin' much
East Side high risers, West Side lowriders
Say, please roll up that we [Incomprehensible]
Jim Jones, [Incomprehensible] status
Still slide through fly coupes an' the chains is plush
Fock flavors, Harlem world, we got gators
Move the H on our block, in front of H an' R block
Dipset
89 Wolf Pack an' we wylin'
Keep the banger tucked 'case I had to bang a fuck
Publishers: BANGING MUZIK, SALLY RUTH ESTHER PUBLISHING
Knock, knock, wake up, mothafucker, you know who it is
Kill wit the deal, still got cane to cut
'Cause we Certified Gangstaz
An' we retaly same night, load the blinkers wit the letters on
An' the first bastard get fly
Since I made a gang of bucks, nah, I ain't been hangin' much
'Cause we Certified Gangstaz
Lions, tigers, bears, oh, my
Duck the cop cappers an' the top hatters
Killa the dawn a.k.a King Joffrey Jo
It's a straight zoo, A to Z, May to April
Since I made a gang of bucks, nah, I ain't been hangin' much
Keep your head up an' your eyes open
You know blad blad blad, was my reply
We don't appeal to the law
'Cause we Certified Gangstaz
You know I ride through Lennox, all eyes on my pendant
Yeah, we put coke on the strip
But I'm movin' like, oh, Dog was riddin' a menace
'Cause we Certified Gangstaz
Yeah, East Side, said we ridin' at East Side
See the face on our watch, put your face on our cock
We still in ages of glocks, razors or octs
Shout to my G's, "Keep your head up an' eyes open"
Big birds, the rocks an' our charms
Killa an' Jones coppin' one dawn
I'm pourin' liquor for the dead an' gone
You know I keep my eyes wide
Still slide through fly coupes an' the chains is plush
As we ride, he screamed out, "East Side"
While I'm breezin' through the jects, blowin' live on the tenants
He got the bird, the glocks in my palm
'Cause they be thinkin' that the ride stolen
Hundred grand on the hand, Game got the range of trucks
We come to get you till the dead an' morn
Not dead, I said they alive
Don't quote me boy, 'cause I ain't said shit
'Cause we Certified Gangstaz
All day we hangin' smut dog, wit a gang of ducks
Creep up on a motha like, "What you say, fucka ?"
See scwalay, nigga
'Cause I lay in the drop, pump the base on the pocket
I don't do the drugs, baby, I move the drugs
Bring the apes through, fuck around, you be ape food
Yeah, yeah, what you seen here
Dipset, New York's robbin' man
Is Certified Gangstaz on this shit
How he survived them 40 sum odd shots
All day we hangin' smut dog, wit a gang of ducks
Songwriters: Preston Iii Corley, Cameron Giles, Duane Marcel Holmes, Jim Jones
Right on the computer, love, it sound like computer love
'Cause we Certified Gangstaz
You know how we ride out
I got the word from King Joffrey, the bomb
Wit that automatic weapon, blowin' live through my tenant
Kill wit the deal, still got cane to cut
Hundred grand on the hand, Game got the range of trucks
All day we hangin' smut dog, wit a gang of ducks
Keep the banger tucked 'case I had to bang a fuck
I keep the looga hug, show you how to use the snub