The Diplomats [랩]

(feat. Cam'Ron & Freekey Zeekey)

Zeek Dip, Dip, Dip, Dipset bitch
Dip Dip Dip Dipset bitch
Dip Dip dip Dipset Bitch
Dipset bitch Dipset Bitch

(Cam'ron)
Why should I entertain lies in the game
Pies to my name
E 5 to his brain, die for the chain
Zeek hit the side of his brain, bang bang, fight in the lane
Dip Gang still ride with the Chain
Four guns to none, survive with the chain
You know who did it still grindin same
Now hide from the fame
Im seein it mane, Im seein vain
Damn thats my nigga 10 deep in the game mane
You hit the streets with Cane
Hit the streets in the Range
Shh, Shh, We aint repeatin they name
Beep Beep, Leap Leep, Three Deep, Keep Heat, Leave Leave, Sleep in the Range
Fuck a mic, Mac sound check, I back down sets
Ask about me, do your background check
40th guns revolve around history
40 wolves or a unsolved mystery
Give your corner caution, I go on flossin
Fuck the robbery I be on extortion
Embrace the lecture, test taste the texture
Not Lance Rivera, nor Mason Betha
Get the 8 and stretch it, til they laid in strecthers
Til the red van come try to raid and wreck us
(?)
Evil yes infections
Put the stamp on if they got the needles check em

[Chorus]
Hey Zeek you alright (yea)
You wanna ride (yea)
45 on my side (yeeea yea)
Dip Dip Dip Dipset Bitch, Somebody gotta die tonite
Now Zeek in the pen (yea)
I want revenge (yea)
Mack 10 it extend (yeea yea)
Dip Dip Dip Dipset Bitch, Sombody gotta die tonite

Verse 2
(Cam' Ron)
Aye Yo, I get the raw Double, to cop more hustle
Leave my case open hope I get in more trouble
More scuffles, so the Law can shuffle
To my door they know when I get bored HUSTLE
My Man Goffrey Joe, still stop and go
Get a glock and blow if I yell Da da Doe
Is you Raba (NO) Even mama know
Im the shit but shit Vamoose gotta go
I visit Peru, just to canoe
Witnesses vision is too, They Mr. Magoo
Who, You, Me, Oh, Im Killa Bitch
Hustler thats all and that gorilla stitch
40 years go by man still snitch
Niggaz fronted on Zeek man still I itch
No hammers that night Goddamn man
It was Amatuer night I played sandman
I keep that Bam Bam Bigilo
Cam the Damn nigga tho
Fam Fam every damn nigga know
So blam blam yea you hear that trigger blow
Yes maam, toe ring and that there Figaro

[Chorus]

Outro
[Freeky Zeeky]
Fuck yall niggaz thats word to my mother B. If I catch anyone of yall niggaz runnin by, walkin by, driven by, sneakin by, Imma kill yall motherfuckerz. Thats word to me, my Dipset fam, Killa C..Every motherfucken body. I niggaz wish, wish I was dead, but too bad for yall motherfuckerz. Here I go. Then yall gone run soon as see anything that looks anything like yall. I dont give a fuck, its fucked up for everybody. i told Im half Coo koo, half motherfuckin crazy. I seen yall walkin round wit the chain out talkin bout try to rob me, try to rob me, I hope these motherfuckers try to do it cuz I got somethin for they stinkin ass oh I got somethin for they stinkin ass. My foot in they ass. my fist in they face, My knee in the ribs, My finger in they eeeyyyyeee. Ima kill them. Dipset nigga

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 wit disclaimers
We say names, we ain't playing, 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 all are nice

We pack guns and go to clubs and we ball all night
Crack sales in the slums, break the law all night
So the glock stay stashed up
It's cops trying to harass us

These pretty cars seem to grab they attention
They know these pretty cars cost more cash than they pinching
Plus the city's ours, plus I'm back with a vision
DipSet in this bitch, you know I'm a menace, nigga

It's uhh, what is this? DipSet
What is this? Byrd game
What is this?
That certified G, let's 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 wit the birdies

Harlem, across the 1 1 0
(Harlem, 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)
Shit, 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 sequel society, all we ask, trust

Police keep on eyein' me, now that's fucked up
(Fuck 'em)
Enemies know the deal, we will clap shit up
(What's good?)
We hit niggaz with heaters
Watch the morgue come and get 'em put them niggaz in freezers
(Them black zip lock bags)

Shit, 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, shit, we more than just a crew
(Power)
We thick up in the hood, all aboard we on the move
(Eastside)

Now y'all expect us to stop
(Nope)
I just cost 3 mill' of them records off Koch
(I'm still sellin')
What you can expect, expect for a drop
(Watch this)
[Unverified] bubble back with the sky as my ceilin'

It's uhh, what is this? DipSet
What is this? Byrd game
What is this?
That certified G, let's 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 wit the birdies

Nigga, I'm 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 street 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 bitch lab
(Stupid bitch)
I should've told her, now the shit 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 wit tribes
(Shout outs to the homeys)
Blow my fairy side

(feat. Juelz Santana)

[Juelz Santana]
It's santana's town all over again baby
DIPSET DIPSET
DIPSET DIPSET
DIPSET DIPSET

[Juelz Santana]
Yo I be with the rudest of rude, who move when I move
A platoon of bafoons, boom boom
And my bitches they be movin' balloons
Zoom zoom, when the car come I'm movin' on through
You know the mack'll spit I'm so fuckin' imaginant
Coke come in packages, I'm doper then the average kids
In the coupe I'm stuntin', with no roof I'm stuntin'
My hoes back that ass up like I'm Luke or somethin'
Daddy Duke or somethin', 2 live crew or somethin'
They pop that pussy pop pop that pussy baby
I'm a rockin' rollin' rollin' rockin' hold 'em poppin'
More shots then a shook can of soda poppin'
Now how that taste man, get in your face man
That was personal imagine for some cake, damn!
For that green dog, I'm a mean dog
I'm a boom boxin'tool poppin' machine dog
I smoke weed dog, in Houston they lean dog
Miami them wolves is out, you moved it they move you out
Yeah thats the rules they bout, and thats how they movin' out

(Break)
Ladies and Gentlemen Ladies and Gentlemen
(DIPSET DIPSET)
Form a line form a line
(DIPSET DIPSET)
It's time to move
I couldnt find a better or appropiate time to do this
(DIPSET DIPSET)
So like I said please people form a line
(DIPSET DIPSET)

[Chorus]
It's the set up (yeah) throw up you set up (yeah)
Ladies (Aoww) Fellas (yeah) DIPSET DIPSET
It's the set up (yeah) throw up you set up (yeah)
Ladies (Aoww) Fellas (yeah) DIPSET DIPSET

[Juelz Santana]
Okay lets get it started y'all, and I ain't talkin bout no party y'all
I'm talkin down south mardigraw
And no beads unless, I see some breast, I see some sex
It's piece and necks, get your knees correct
Then you already know
Go go go go go then shake it down the break it down
OH! I like it like that, you know I like it like that
She likes it like that, I know she likes it like that
All around her face man I drowned her face
How that sound and taste, shit, like a pound of cake
I ain't down to wait, I need my mullah now
All this "bulla" now (not later) I'll shoot ya now
My gun a foot long it also cook raw
360 degrees of cooked corn

(Break)%0

Intro-Hell Rell]
You see man...
These coward ass niggas don't understand nothing
That's right...Hell Rell...Heatmakers

[Verse 1-Hell Rell]
Gangstas fuck with me, hustlas fuck with me
Cuz they grew up on the same blocks that corrupted me
And if you aint real right, don't throw it up to me
A bunch of cowards, cocksuckers
Ya'll growed up to be
You aint walking right, get ya diddybop together
Don't give a fuck, let ma sinny pop whenever
And, we could get to scrappin
I'ma fighter, not a lover man
Never be broke, stretch coke like it's rubberband
My dope from Africa, straight from the motherland
Ya girl can't suck a good dick, but ya mother can
You had to get a deal to ice your wrist, ya hands, neck
I did that without show money, or advance check
Niggas I used to smack up, sent to the store
Think they gangsta now, posted up in front of the store
Man ya'll still lil niggas to me
Ya'll just grew some side burns and a lil goatee
Remember me

[Chorus-Hell Rell]
I told you, this is what I do on Diplomatic Immunity
I was gone for a while, but now ya'll got to get used to me
Yes, Hell Rell's back in the building
I got everybody hostage, I took over the building
Plus, you always wanna talk about
What ya'll niggas gon' do to me
I'm standing right here, on my hip is where the rugers be
Yes, Hell Rell's back in the building
I got everybody hostage, I took over the building

[Verse 2-Hell Rell]
Yeah, fuck with me
Get in this dipset groove
I had a flow before Dub was screaming "get fresh crew"
I bust ma guns, get fresh too
Now I don't work out, but I'll
Pull up on the block and bench press you
And these bricks, they get moved like they in my way
And if I shoot down to M-I-A
Now I aint goin to see Trick Daddy
Or run up in Benzino's club
I came to cop a couple kilo's, this is bug buisness
Killa's the head honcho, Jim Jones the Cappo
I'm Hell Rell, chase cheese, middle name Nacho
And my nigga Santana, yeah he's human crack
And it's that fresh outta jail flow, can't lose with that
You wanna get a nigga shot, it gotta come from me
You wanna open up a spot, it gotta come from me
You wanna take over a block, it gotta come from me
But when them boys start asking questions
It aint come from me

[Chorus-Hell Rell]

I told you, this is what I do on Diplomatic Immunity
I was gone for a while, but now ya'll got to get used to me
Yes, Hell Rell's back in the building
I got everybody hostage, I took over the building
Plus, you always wanna talk about
What ya'll niggas gon' do to me
I'm standing right here, on my hip is where the rugers be
Yes, Hell Rell's back in the building
I got everybody hostage, I took over the building

[Verse 3-Hell Rell]
Yo, I got a good relationship when it come to them feins
Fair exchange, no robbery when it come to them things
They money, go in my pocket
Ma crack, go in they stem
Stem go in they mouth
They light, they love, they like it
Runnin' from jail, dodging bullets
Ducking indicments
I don't do it for the money, I just love the excitement
And ya'll niggas wanna go and buy costom made kicks
Me, I went and brought
Bigger guns, costom made clips
Niggas can't skeem on em (not at all)
Cuz Hell Rell got that thing on 'em
Trucked parked up, V-S's blinged on 'em
Confusing when dudes think, it's just music
I lean on 'em, get da reaching
Pull out guns with beams on 'em
These niggas got me in the mix
We organize crime (Dipset Mafia)
They only knocked Gotti, cuz a snitch
You gon' hear the shotty when it spit
These bullets and these pellets
Seperate ya upper body from ya hip nigga

[Chorus-Hell Rell]

I told you, this is what I do on Diplomatic Immunity
I was gone for a while, but now ya'll got to get used to me
Yes, Hell Rell's back in the building
I got everybody hostage, I took over the building
Plus, you always wanna talk about
What ya'll niggas gon' do to me
I'm standing right here, on my hip is where the rugers be
Yes, Hell Rell's back in the building
I got everybody hostage, I took over the building

(feat. Juelz Santana, Jim Jones, Hell Rell, JR Writer, 40 Cal & Unkasa)

Intro
I dont care what yall say, what yall do, but yall better rep harlem until the goddamn music is through. Mr C. lets do it

(Juelz Santana)
All eyes on the honorable (who)
Dipset, back to the grill again live at the barbeque
(?) All my niggaz ride like a carnival
Heat drawn all you niggaz lie like carpet do
Get up and get ready, what up the kids ready
Now that Im back the game is fucked the bitch let me
You front, u stunt, You get heat clown
Yeah punks jump up to get beat down

(Jim Jones)
Now eight years ago, I played the bench wit dimes
Everybody on my corner is gettin bent off dimes
Sittin back, sippin yak tryna get us some sneakers
Sittin back in the Lac puffin nickels of reefer
(?) on the strip in the midst of the drug trade
(?) Im watchin for (?) in midst of the drug raid
But niggaz gotta eat its like my stomach is touchin back
New York rider for u suckerz that fuckin asked

(Hell Rell)
Now can I kick it yes I can
They wanna know if Im G'd up, Yes i am
Look Ive overpaid my dues
I almost made the news
Block kind of hot but the cocaine gon move
If I was a brick u wouldnt know what to do wit me
You'd probably pick me up get a stem and start using me
Nobody built me, I made myself
And you dont know how to shoot guns you grazed yourself

(J.R. Writer)
I was a fiend
Before I became a teen
I was dreams tossed for the latest beams (urrh)
Made me cream cuz Aye
They kept the powder in the tray way before it was Maybelene
Im in to major stacks, Major stats, Hate on that
Cam holla'd cuz imma bring his label plaques
That aint made of plaque WHOA
Your jewlry aint gold, You copped your jewlry from Hov They all fade to black

(Un Kasa)
I keep a nine in my dresser
Lyrical proffessor
Keep u under pressure
Aint a nigga better
Mind like a computer Six rugers
Get your fam go to war with six shooters
I fuck bitches in coupes they straight Hooters
Get head and thank Buda
(?) and sip Lua
I go hard you runnin with State Troopers
My niggaz straight shotters, Cock back and straight shootCha

(Mr C.)
Not in my book never that nigga, I told yall niggas to go till the fuckin Beat stopped. When (?) I had Juelz Santana, Jim Jones, Hell Rell, J.R. Writer, Un Kasa,