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[Un Casa + (Cam'Ron)]
Killa what's really good my nigga (Un Casa what's really good) What's really good flee Yo, what's really good I got ta get on this album I just signed ta Diplomat yesterday what's really good (I mean, I mean the album is done I mean You know you on the next joint you on my album I mean what's really good I mean you good you know) But naw but what's really good I'm in the studio now It's a beat out there its fire what's really good I need ta get on this album I can't be late man what you mean (I can't, I mean I turned the album in Cas what you really want me ta do) Naw call that nigga Dame Tell him its another joint man what's really good Dame what's really good man Call him right now what's really good what's really good (You know what I'ma put the beat up cause you did sign yesterday I'ma put you on before we even get the album started It better be fire I mean what's really good) What's really good you know I got that PIFF What's really really really really really good (Ayo Guru put something up matta fact) What's really good (Ayo, Guru you got tha beat up) Dipset (Good, ayo) Taliban bitch (I got tha beat up) Killa (You better spit too man) Casa I'm in here man (you made me go through all this shit mother fucker you better spit that shit Diplomats Jim Jones Santana Freekey Ayo Brazzy what's really good) [Un Casa] It's a shame how I rap so bananas It's Mr. Two-Gun Un Mother fuckers better cock back them hammers You might catch in the drop blowin pop wit Santana The hawk on me's not from Atlanta It's just the father to the glocks in the hamper Look in the rear view the cops in the camera I flow hot like blocks down in Tampa And leave you dead pop shot from them glammers And go down south and rock wit them bamas And come back in the Porsche color hot banana Vanilla coat seats piper made by Tropicana Speakers do the wop rims do the Macerana This is Taliban Dipset Rocafella It ain't nuthin for Two-Gun ta pop a fella Killa signed me now I got the mozerella I promised Hell Rell Un Cas gone rock forever [Un Casa + (Cam'Ron)] What's really good flee what's really good (Aiight flee I mean that, that that's what's really good I can't front) Well what's really good can I finish (I mean I mean what's really good hold up Two-Gun I'ma let you finish I mean What's really really good now) What's really good (I mean What's really good) What's really good (I mean you did your thing I'm wit you what's really good Lets finish up let's right what's really good) [Un Casa] Yo I'm living in tha equinox Niggaz eat wit glocks Enough steel it'll cease the block Add yeast to increase the rock I got knowledge that can teach my pops Watch my pockets increase ta knots Play the low so I speak ta cops Walk the beat in my bop an my beef and brocs Ice in my piece an watch Ain't too many niggaz that can reach the top Or speak this hot Peep this pop I leave you not I rhyme over beats wit the meanest drops And teens'll flock Seen my spot an seen my props Red when you seen the cops Got your wife suckin siemen cock I'ma Taliban lyrical monster They'll shout the city I conqour White Ice cinnamin Parker Al Quiada's most vividest author Hundered thou just ta glitter the charm up 45th sides prettiest monster The truck look like the city of Tonka Dame here ta say this nigga is bonkers Whoa far as tha flow I'm the realest nigga spittin it Niggaz talk hustle game but I'm really gettin it Anything I want an need nigga I'm gettin it 745 Gucci top wit tha stick in it The ice is so clear like the shit fishes swimmin in I ain't Diddy y'all but I'm strictly for the benjamins I'm tha boss I ain't dealin wit you middle men Bout ta cop a Yukon white made in cinnamin [Un Casa + (Cam'Ron)] Niggaz get ya'll fuckin car game up (Diplomats that's what's really fuckin good) |
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[Chorus: x2]
Uh-oh, it's Santana the Great, oh Uh-oh, it's Santana the Great, oh Uh-oh, it's Santana the Great, oh Bandanna his face, blam, hammer escape, oh Uh-oh, it's Santana the Great, oh Uh-oh, it's Santana the Great, oh Uh-oh, it's Santana the Great, oh Holla at your boy, oh, holla at your [Juelz Santana] Why yall know what crack sound like homie Or what the mac sound like when it's strapped on me, please back off me Before this mac that's strapped on me, gets snatched off me Cocked back used to crash your homies, oh Why yall can't fuck with me man, I guarantee man It's Santana the rap +He-man+ Why yall skeltors get your melons torched when this weapon sart letting off Santana no, don't hurt 'em, don't squirt 'em Don't let the nine burn 'em in the sternum They don't want to go to war with ya' They ain't ready to bang or go to war with ya' So leave 'em alone, don't feed 'em the chrome Why yall labels'll to stop watching me I tried to tell you before, I was ready, I was always hot property Now look, I'm Diplomat slash ROC property Stash rocks probably, fucker, you're not stopping me [Chorus: x2] [Juelz Santana] I'm so, gangsta, it's no one just like me Smooth thug, will Pretty Tony your wifey So you better keep your bitch away Cause I will get her number, call her up, make her my bitch today Why yall can't fuck with the "Great" Santana, bandanna give in clips and weight Hammers will split your face, shift your waist, to a different place Next thing you know, I'm in a different state Back next month, new whip, different plate Damn, Santana delivery the raw Delivery the four, for sure man, I did it before So if your bitch is a whore, don't fight for her Don't waste your life for her, trying to make it right for her With all that frontin' your doin', and stuntin' you're doin' I'll shoot the bump while you moving and shut you from moving [Chorus] [Juelz Santana] Why yall niggas don't ride like I do Slide through in that 7-4-5 blue, right beside who? Killer Where Jones, in the pick-up truck Yeah we use that to pick up stuff, pick up bucks And my Denali is often parked, inside of my condo How much did he sign for? Oh, I bet you want to know that money Yeah I bet you I won't show that money I keep it stashed away, right next to the 4-4, money Keep a lo-pro money, this is slo-mo money I'm used to that fast crack, bag crack Re-cook bag that, give it out, half that If it still bags, have stacks No more running back to me, coming back to me I'm on the corner with a hundred packs of these Damn, oh, he got the purple [Chorus: x2] ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By GILES/THOMAS/GREEN/JAMES Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC |
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from The Diplomats - Cam'Ron Presents The Diplomats - Diplomatic Immunity / Explicit Version (2003)
Uh-huh, Santana
I like that man, that bad-da-ba-ba, that's hot I like that, yeah who are you? Santana Shit is crazy man Y'all think niggaz don't cry? We do Yeah, man I gotta get my thoughts together, I be thinking a lot Light up a blunt, think of a rhyme sometimes too But it's like yo... zone out [Juelz Santana] The time is now, my grind is here shit My body is focused, my mind's in gear, let's start it I'm moving at an unstoppable pace, I managed to reach the top of the race Before it started damn, cold-hearted man Rip apart your man, for that green dollar Plain reppin' my target, stay and holla Shoot and move from where ever my targets land Damn, shit, I see ghosts when I sleep It's really, I got to wake up, just to know I was sleep Holding the heat, cold sweat all over my sheet That's why I paint the most vividest pictures My niggaz my bitches in the same position I live in No oil and hot water, just boiling hot water Cooking coke, to the oil and hot water, shit But Who Am I [ad libs] [Juelz Santana] I lived the life of a loner, with a righteous persona But still sold crack right on the corner My life consist of, a big puzzle that's mixed up Big bucks, big drugs, if I get caught, then it's big cuffs Big bailor gets up, I get out, shit what, this shit sucks I need to find another road to follow One that's new and strong, not old and hollow As I hold this bottle and smoke this reefeer Listening to some old Aaliyah, I say, damn... And a tear comes trimbling down Never seen a man cry, well you witness it now Shit, this isn't game from the heart, this pain from the heart This is for you Dame, it came from the heart, so [ad libs] [Juelz Santana] Momma, I just want you to know I'm in love with you so, if you wasn't here I'd be in love with you soul My angel, mommy I'd die faithful Just knowing somone tried to violate you I'll slide 8ths through the side of their facial Squeeze and rip apart a side of their facial I'd take a slug, eat a bullet, swallow a gun Shit, you gotta know I'm your son Damn, this type of love, could only come from a son Hold up mommy, I'm twisted I'm drunk...listen [ad libs] [Juelz Santana] Yeah, but it's more then the liquor and weed Yeah it's more then the liquor in me Shit, I gotta get it together I was falling off, with drunk words and sober thoughts So, I'm still speaking the truth And what I'm still speaking is truth, this is your younger sons speaking to you [ad libs to fade] |
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from The Diplomats - Cam'Ron Presents The Diplomats - Diplomatic Immunity / Explicit Version (2003)
Yeah Y'all know what this is we back at it (uh huh) Come on It's that nine eleven music right here man We in the building man Welcome to ground zero everybody Juelz Santana Dipset Hell Rell [Juelz Santana] Yo, yo I speak pain, I spit power, talk courage, breathe flowers Follow me thru the debri of these towers, the rain, the sleet, the street showers Don't get caught up when the street showers When the guns rain, the clips pour, the soldiers grip fours, then begin war Come on, it's Santana the Great Tie 'em up, bandana his face, hammer his face, fucker I'm trying to get my act together, in the booth now trying to get my rap together You know, I got to fire to heat the street up Abuse the track, and beat the beat up you know? You already know what I'm about homie I'm young I'm focused I'm just coming out homie You can go by what you hear through word of mouth homie Or step out of line, Cam betting the house on me You know I ain't stopping yet You know my album ain't done, it ain't dropping yet I'm in the mist of a bidding war And we need two milli more just to move in the door, shit [Chorus] Yes the boys are back at it Come holler at us, the boys are back at it So line em up, shoot em down Do it know Welcome to ground zero Tell 'em it's ground zero Line em up, shoot em down Do it know Welcome to ground zero Tell 'em it's ground zero Yes the boys are back at it Come holler at us, the boys are back at it [Cam'Ron] Killa, yo, these girls told you I'm the man right? (right?) Well listen to lover When I beef, visions are gutter Kids clapping, kidnappings, heard her missing a brother I'm hitting your sister, you kissing your mother The shit is disguster Underground with people, lethal, trapped in the desert, surrounded by evil Yeah, I see your bitch is impressed, my kicks is all fresh This shit on my chest, by Mitchell and S. I got her opened, hoping she's not, I'd have her crack in her tits, coke in her twat Have her crack up the strip, coke up the block She'd get cracked up and hit, keep soaping your cycle mami My girls lay up in suites, a half of cake of week, and masturbate like Tweet Killa, I be popping the oozies, copping them Coogis, eyes on the drop real droopy Mair is snoopy, look at your hooptie, rocking the rubies Hop in the hoochie, popping her coochie Chill while I'm chasing millions I'm a baller that would merk you like Jason Williams (uh Huh) Don't play with villas', vacate the building Or the eights will come and rape your children Yeah, it's a kilo to a milligram I'm still the man, word to Killa Cam (Killa Cam) [Chorus] Yes the boys are back at it Come holler at us, the boys are back at it So line em up, shoot em down Do it know Welcome to ground zero Tell 'em it's ground zero Line em up, shoot em down Do it know Welcome to ground zero Tell 'em it's ground zero Yes the boys are back at it Come holler at us, the boys are back at it [Jimmy Jones] Two of my cards and crooks slashed at two of my pawns and rooks For all the charms they took To my head of security, british the titan, clicking the fifth, and gripping it tight God dammit, not to mention my bishop and knights, I listen to Bridgette to White Makin' crucial trips through the night (highways) And Prince Juelz, I told you ever since Juelz If them faggets even flinch Juelz (bluuuuatttt) My dogs are gonna it 'em alive Forty-fours, the pleading, deleting they lives (come on) And Killa wallys leading the movement, for realla we wouldn't be in this movement Over him I might kill ya (kill ya) Be in a tomb, just facing my time Loyal on side, outside spoiler on rides, system bumping, bumping "oh boy" in the ride Oh boy I done slide, shit, he done came got his boy, he's ashamed at his boy Had to flame at a boy, over the name we employed Which is none other than Dip Set, for ya'll dumb motherfuckers (holla) [Chorus] Killa the Don, Freaky, Juelz Santana, BK, Harlem (whoo) Hell Rell, the whole Taliban, Dip Set, T. Money, Luca |
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from The Diplomats - Cam'Ron Presents The Diplomats - Diplomatic Immunity / Explicit Version (2003)
[Juelz Santana]
Yo I try to be easy I try to be calm breathe easy, it don't seem easy I'm on my Ps and Qs, Ys and Zs, .45 on the side of me Plus, four guys on the side of me, with .45 on the side of them We can play now, this is a war not a playground We came here to lay or get laid down, spray or get sprayed down Wills for us anyday now, cops with their wall to wall raids down I'm ducking and weaving, running and leaving Not trying to feel the cuffs when they squeezing Or the plugger they stuck to Lumina So I'm stuck with this nina, I'm stuck with this finger Itchy as fuck, you're fucked if I leave ya chump Went to school, but ain't stay in class, hated class Only for period, yep, I could relate to math Played games, but the games was bad You know, cops and robbers, laser tag, see what I was aiming at Hop scotching on niggaz faces kept my ankles bad That ain't stop me from working I got me a worker Gotta him to work, and yeah, chopping the work up Keep him on my clock, clocking my work up, niggaz know me Taught him how to cook, livin his work up Told him it's not the pot, it's the worker, gotta mix shorty Gotta do it like this shorty Clockwise, counter-clockwise, it's all in the wrist shorty Fuck with me [Chorus] This is a movement, this is a union This is more then what you people call music I'm part of this Dip Set confusing Tecs we moving, catch up, y'all losing Y'all ain't big enough to be at the table, nope Y'all ain't big enough to eat at the table, nope This is powdeful music that I bring to the table The sequal of Able, fuck with your boy [Juelz Santana] You motherfuckers really don't know You motherfuckers really wont know I'm real fucka, I really wont fold I kill fuckas and wheelie off roads Bangie rapper, like I'm really off road The pain I feel, I really wont show man The game is real, I really don't know Cam If I'ma make it or not But my plan was to take it straight to the top Bring my fame to the block, with me Harlem's my home, so I'm making it hot with me 'Til the day I'm layed on the block, with shots in me Stay weeded, stay cheifing a blunt Stay losing some more pounds, I ain't eating enough, nope Stop fronting homes, you wont do nothing homes Killa locked this, I'm what's up and coming homes You better believe, one thing I was always taught in my household you better achieve No matter what you do, you better succeed That was embedded in me, yeah, the rest was left up to me So I, played my position, I stayed in the kitchen Base tripping on the bottom of the plate when I'm mixing Cake whipping on the bottom of the plate when I left it Eight digits when I take it, break it and flip it This is the Matrix, I take it we live in Shit, I'm seeing the sun, I'm Neo the one, believe me Hand picked like cotton, I've been sent here not to be forgotten My hands grip the dots in, I get ya poppin' Shoot shit, shit is poppin' Move bricks get it rocking, y'all know me Ya young homie from the block, y'all forgot me already? Holla back, the young Rocky is ready whoa! [Chorus] This is a movement, this is a union This is more then what you people call music I'm part of this Dip Set confusing Tecs we moving, catch up, y'all losing Y'all ain't big enough to be at the table, nope Y'all ain't big enough to eat at the table, nope This is powdeful music that I bring to the table The sequal of Able, fuck with your boy |
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from The Diplomats - Cam'Ron Presents The Diplomats - Diplomatic Immunity / Explicit Version (2003)
My homey Cash, well he gone for five Send my prayers, do your thing, I'll be going for mine Shit, we live life to the fullest Three hundred and sixty five nights on the strike, that's a bullet Shit, and uncle Ricky got a month and some change And it feels like the garbage truck just dumping the pain All on my shoulders, I'm warning my soldiers The nights could get chilly, but the morning's much colder I've seen summers get cold And niggaz do it up until the point they done and the fold They can't succumb to the cold Those of frostbitten, up north sitting, just like some fucking lost kittens They get locked up for carrying boy Doing time underground up in Marion, boy Shit, I respect you You do your time like Gotti, and come home like that Marion boy [Chorus: Cam'Ron + Jim Jones - repeat 2X] You got weed? Smoke it, You got dice? Roll it You got guns? Shoot it, You got a ho? Stroke it You got money? Spend it, You got cars? Whip 'em You caught a bid? Do it, You got kids? Love 'em, hug 'em [Jim Jones] I gotta keep striving, I gotta keep moving, I gotta keep grinding If this was the road, and I was a trucker, then shit man, I gotta keep driving Through the lies and deception, had to ride through neglection I'm an insomniac, up all night, pops and moms was an addict, shit My puffing scums is a habit I need me a contingency plan, my pops with the syringe in his hand He was leaning and nodding Uncle Ricky your mission is like Afeni was Robin Shit, you should've seen the apartment All I ever wanted was franks and beans I was starving Crack fiends on the carpet, shit But if it wasn't for grandma I swear I'm in love with my grandma That's why I only does it for grandma That's when I roll in the street I pray she covers me from the crown of my head, to the sole of my feet [Chorus] [Cam'Ron] I figured its means as a minor, huh Look at the foods ad fibers The dude with the cubes will snipe ya More tools then snider Exclusive writer The jewels are fire I learned don't fool with rider from pop I don't need a gun, just a screwdriver Two tires, two pliers, a wrench and a few wires, shit I take it all from the buyers Bonfire, all from a lighter, call me "Macgyver" Need a rehab I'll call up Shania Bitch hungry, good, we gonna stall in papaya Take your recession special, yeah you less then special Me and Jim Jones, extra special Check it, Dre to Snoop, Gotti to Ja Dame to Jigga, Puff to Big, D n' Y Doggy you next up, get your respect up Or a vest can't protect you when I hit you in your chest, duck The big heads done pushed me You gotta be sex: dickheads is pussy, killa I bring the hammers to the gunfight One night stand, only standing for one night Doggy, cause when it come to that cash No homo, I will jump in that ass, jump and I flash Then jump in that jag, jumpsuit Jump back from the coroner, I have you jump in that bag Come with that cash [Chorus] |
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from The Diplomats - Cam'Ron Presents The Diplomats - Diplomatic Immunity / Explicit Version (2003)
Oh, come on, fuck with your boy It's Santana, Heatmakers, where we at? Let me see you through this Killa, Jones, Freakay Yeah man, I'm back at it Today's a new day, got the boo-lay up in the suitcase Go uptown to Harlem, tell 'em that I sent ya Tell 'em it's August, I'm "Gon' Til' November" I need a couple birds, get a broad, have 'em sent up Call my bird, get my broad have her sent up (Please) Call my niggaz, call my squad, have 'em sent up (Please) I see a town I'm likin' See some niggas getting money in a town I like it I run up on them with the pound and light it Like it's my block now, all right kid? He understood me quite clear Then that thing banged out, ranged out the side of his right ear And I got back to my business, back to my bitches Back to the kitchen, that pyrex vision Pop, I let that white stuff sit in Get hard, get rock, get to the block and pitchin' Yeah I'm sorry but this is how I'm livin And this is how I'm getting, fuck how I get it Hey! [Chorus: Juelz Santana] I stood alone watching the wall, in the zone, hand on my handles Listening to gangsta music I stood at home hand on a chrome, with a zone, flippin' the channels Watching how the gangstas do it I stood alone, getting dome, from a thick chick in sandles Watching Shaft, clocking math [Juelz Santana] Now I see death around the corner Gotta stay high, will I survive in the city where the skinny niggas die? Nope, it's the city where the skinny niggas ride .45 semi on the side, twisting when they drive, yeah Lick a shot for Big Pop and 'Pac, yeah One more for Shyne locked inside, yeah Two more for Cam, for taking over the Roc Yeah, yeah, it's my year So, okay, okay, okay, y'all can't fuck with me, no way Jose or Hector Camacho Tech blows and watch yo' chest close and tacos Motherfucker I'm the best, I told y'all before I should y'all before, ey! [Chorus: Juelz Santana] I stood alone watching the wall, in the zone, hand on my handles Listening to gangsta music I stood at home hand on a chrome, with a zone, flippin' the channels Watching how the gangstas do it I stood alone, getting dome, from a thick chick in sandles Watching Shaft, clocking math [Cam'Ron] I'm on the westside of Chicago, lookin' for a bust down And make me put my two arms up, Touchdown! You stay in touch now, but when I tough down I'm like Buckshot shorty, you better "Duck Down" Yeah I must clown, I'm from Harlem, Uptown Where we flash money, take your bitch and ask you, what now? Birds flip a dozen, chicks is dicks they suckin' Swallow my kids, go and kiss they cousin Yes, they kissing cousins, toys kissing muppets Worst then that, they go home and kiss they husband That shit's disgusting Keep the chickens clucking, keep the pigeons buggin' This on my wrist is nothing To me it's just yellow hearts and pink diamonds Where I get the money for this? Don't think rhymin' You fucking with Pablo, Bravo, Mario Via Bolo ho, Ta-to [Chorus: Juelz Santana] I stood alone watching the wall, in the zone, hand on my handles Listening to gangsta music I stood at home hand on a chrome, with a zone, flippin' the channels Watching how the gangstas do it I stood alone, getting dome, from a thick chick in sandles Watching Shaft, clocking math |
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Hey Ma, What' up, Let's slide, all right, all right
And we gon' get it on tonight You smoke, I smoke, I drink, me too, well good Cuz we gon' get high tonight Got drops, got coupes, got trucks, got jeeps, all right Cuz we gon take a ride tonight So ma, what's up, let's slide, all right, all right And we gon get it on tonight Yo, now I was downtown clubbin, ladies night Seen shorty she was crazy right And I approached baby like Ma what's your age and type? She looked at me and said you's a baby right I told her, I'm 18 and live a crazy life Plus I'll tell you what the 80's like And i know what the ladies like Need a man that's polite,listens,and takes advice I could be all three, plus I could lay the pipe Come wit me, come stay the night She looked at me laughin' , like boy your game is tight I'm laughin' back like sho' ya right Get in the car And don't touch nothing, sit in the car Let's discuss something Either we lovin or I'll see you tomorrow Now we speeding up the Westside Hand creepin' up her left side, I'm ready to do it Ready to bone, ready for dome 55th exit, damn, damn, already we home Now let's get it on Hey Ma, What' up, Let's slide, all right, all right And we gon' get it on tonight You smoke, I smoke, I drink, me too, well good Cuz we gon' get high tonight Got drops, got coupes, got trucks, got jeeps, all right Cuz we gon take a ride tonight So ma, what's up, let's slide, all right, all right And we gon get it on tonight Now that I got a girl, my ex wanna holla and spit Told me to acknowledge her quick She like Cam stop frontin' On that Dave Hollister Tip Come over lets swallow and sip I'm like momma that's it I promise you dick, usually have a problem with chicks They all say I'm rotten and rich But not her, Boo be's real High heel dooby feel, plus got them Gucci nails on You a cutie still, and this my down girl too Ain't no groupie deal We left the movies with Uzies,Suzuki wheels to the Jacuzzi, I tell you my Boo be's real I mean she do be winning,lose,spendin Go to the crib she got the Gucci linen' I see Boo be grinning She looked and said Cam, I know that you be sinning Naw, I'm a changed man, look at the range man I got a whole new game plan Looked and said that's nothing but game Cam She was right, she was up in the Range man Droped her off at the L, now I'm flippin' the cell That's right I had to call up L Yo L, what up, I hit, what else, plus dome, say word |
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Yea.. Killa what we gettin ready to do is seperate the men from the mice,pit from the poodles, and the villians from the heroes huh, dipset bitch you kno what that means? you amongst the diplomat community this my man Hellrell, he locked up he bout to come home hit em Rell (Hellrell) By the time this shit touch the streets ill prolly be shackeled down on the bus wit beats but imma ride anyway get high anyway, and let my vvs jewels blind your eyes anyway fucker yall wanna be gangsta's listen to me after two years of teachin, you'll get your degree i took over blocks, and put dope on it, coke on it subbed niggas out and put them under my deodorant just like my speed stick nigga i see chips quicker so hot, tommorow im droppin a remix nigga and yea your top on your six go head drop that just makin it ways more easier to get popped nigga roll the haze, lets het higher and higher but G you sellin me coke, i supplier, supplier they ask bout the flow, yea its fire, its fire yall snitch niggas, yall was hired to be wired and thats my word fam, i swore to my mother i'd get you made a phone call, now im done wit the issue now all my gorillas gon come through and get you and murk off in a double nickle the color of pickles i got a serious pimp game i rock a sick chain toe the two tone rugger and roll wit da Dip game yall the type of niggas that will run from da rubble holla if yall want birds, i can front you a couple nigga 2x Chorus: Hellrell I stack chips, this is what i do run through divas, give them to my crew send work out of town, this is what i do be wit my niggas, this is what i do Verse2 Shorty thought i had plans of spou |
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Oh, come on, fuck with your boy It's Santana, Heatmakers, where we at? Let me see you through this Killa, Jones, Freakay Yeah man, I'm back at it Today's a new day, got the boo-lay up in the suitcase Go uptown to Harlem, tell 'em that I sent ya Tell 'em it's August, I'm |
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You see man Let's get off of that lame man Let's get into what we like to do man This what we do preferably man We bring that powerful music to your table man Killa, let 'em know something [Cam'Ron] Young Guru, Just Blaze, Killa, Diplomats, huh Juelz Santana, Jim Jones, Freaky Zekey Hoffa, Dash, huh, Killa, huh Ya'll niggas dreamed it, I have seen it Body warm, heart anemic (I really mean it) Coke, a nigga steamed it, fiends I leaned 'em Beemer leaned it (I really mean it) Guns, really beaming, rarely miss, what's really good? Bikes, wheelie and creamin' (I really mean it) I'm a genius, poppadopalis, never leaning On your Zenith (I really mean it) Killa, bury more mutts, they actually all ducks Caddy more trucks, its daddy Warbucks And you Orphan Annie Ma, take off your panties Sea soft and sandy (I really mean it) Yeah, let's get lost in candy I got lost in Boston, Austin, flossin' of course Miami Reno, Nevada sip pino colada Mama I'm seen on the Prada (I really mean it) I rock more in Phoenix road to glory Seen it, you seen it (I really mean it) The game abuse it, its pain in music But this year, wrist wear remains the bluest I get lame and lose it, beef came to do it Aim and shoot it, flames 'til your brains the fluid Ya'll just kids, see what I just did, take a couple bars off Let Just {Blaze} live [Jim Jones] Yeah, now that's powerful music man You need to pop something and roll something (I really mean it) Killa we did it man, I got your back forever, Dip Set (I really mean it) And them lames, we pop them sideways and drag them faggots (I really mean it) [Cam'Ron] Ok, we back in Mami listen (I really mean it) Hey yo lock my garage, rock my massage Fuck it, bucket by Osh Kosh Bgosh Golly I'm gully, look at his galoshes Gucci, gold, platinum plaque collages From collabos, ghost writing for assholes Want to use my brain, than give Killa mad dough It's all good, increase Killa cash flow Increase my fame, that's why Killa smash hoes You'll get side swiped, look at my life First movie ever, merked out Mekhi Phife And papi got jerked out of pies twice Dip Set, we working with five dice Cee-lo and craps, c-notes and stacks I send bodies with, read this note attached Ya youngin' fucked with boys in the hood Gave her a son like Ricky, from 'Boyz in the Hood' On the couch bloody, old lady sighing Wifey screaming (I really mean it) Pissy little baby crying Fuck upped man shit, there you seen it (I really mean it) Fam man, you terry cloth, that mean you very soft Gravy Mercedes, add the cranberry sauce [Jim Jones] Yeah, gangstas ride man, Flex we got you, guns up (I really mean it) And all my ladies man, the ghettos a diddy, I need you, I want you (I really mean it) Oh, pop something, roll something, get twisted, that's on Jim nigga (I really mean it) Harlem! Man we here to stay, it's nothing left to say man (I really mean it) Eastside, and as for that lame man, now see I ain't even gone say your last name Cuz that's mine, I catch you, you know what it is You faggot! I ain't gone get to hyped over you man, we gone bury you Holla! See if you bout it, bout it Cuz we is (I really mean it) NYC! |
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from The Diplomats - Cam'Ron Presents The Diplomats - Diplomatic Immunity / Explicit Version (2003)
For lovin me girl Just wanna thank you Look at what you can do man Free I like this shit right here man Girl c'mon Let's do it like this Santana's so focused on you Come holla at a boy that's focused on you [Juelz Santana] Shorty I ain't tryin to give you the run around I'm just tryin to come get you a run around Skip through a couple towns Maybe skip through a couple rounds If your man act dumb I'ma shut him down I'm sorta a long distance brother Long checks,long chips, long dick and rubber Come roll with a pimp or gangsta Hustler by nature Trust that I'll take ya I'll show you the rules and perimeters Show you how to move with the ooze how to handle it Show you how to cut loose soon as we scramble it On the block as soon as the moon it be scramblin' And you can be my down ass bitch Yeah baby that's for sure I'm a show you how package raw How to snap it on How to take trips with the package on How to go and come back with the package gone Just stacks of cash beyond [Chorus: Juelz Freeway] And ya'll nigaz betta cuff ya girls Cuz Santana and Free is runnin up the girls (Yeah) No game just fuck your girls But who am I to corrupt the world? (Yeah) Give her pounds, give her pies, giver her cake (Yeah) Hit a city, hit a town, hit a state (Yeah) Every ghetto every hood we there Every metal in a Roc-A-Wear [Freeway] I been there every ghetto all around the world I've put that rock shit around ya girl and take down nigga I take pounds nigga, matter fact I take pounds to chicks Give 'em train tickets across the border Is you going or |
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from The Diplomats - Cam'Ron Presents The Diplomats - Diplomatic Immunity / Explicit Version (2003)
People say my theories is backwards I tell them, sincerly, it's clearly, you hearing me backwrds I tell 'em I'm great, but still I need practice I tell them to wait, go and comeback quick, they don't understand me It's not logic, I'm not logic, I got problems I worship the late prophet, the great Muhammad Ali For the words that he spoke, that stung like a bee Soaked into me, you niggaz will see but I'm still insane, I'm Rodman, dealing my brain I'm grinding sharing my pain, fuck, where is the fame Niggaz, they still rhyming, still in the game They still dealing the cane, still cock shit in your brain, homie I still smell the rotten people that lay There in ground zero, forgotten, left in for days Probably left there to stay, left in decay Broken pieces of towers, left in their graves I pray they be saved, until then, that's just a suggestion I made Follow me homie, listen, I subjected my ways nigga Weapons that spray, at your fucking face nigga It's Santana the great, in the place niggaz, stay away nigga Cause I'm headed straight to the top, niggaz Diplomat Taliban slash ROC nigga Oh yeah, I do this for my block niggaz D train, Al Gator, pop niggaz Young drugs, young twins, Shiest bug Niggaz I love, my thugs Now, come fuck with your boy Jones, Killa, Freakay, come fuck with your boy, WHOA It's Santana again nigga, no bandanas just him nigga In the flesh, like [Cam'Ron] I seen it time, business and friendship Friendships ended, business attended, clips get extended Lawyers get called, accountants get faxed That was my man, well I wish that he meant it It's been a long time, hereing the mobsters This ain't overnight, it's years in the process Shed a tear in the process, now process is over All my niggaz get prepared for the Oscars Back to the block, sharing a lobster Morris Malone, Sam Malone, preparing the vodka, holla Hallejulah, no hum-du-allah, but respecting my Aki He held me down, when it was getting real rocky Hustling, isn't a hobby I sit in the lobby, look at my ovie, have visions of Gotti Visions of lotties, pictures of Blood, scenes of L I wanna see my son, piss in that potty Jimmy, I'm going to make sure your wrist is real rocky See my plans are for long term like Mr. Miyagi Wax on, wax off, put our wax on, take that wack off Over some nights, I had fights over the white The roads to the lows, I knows what it's like Now, career over like Mike: anyone Tyson, Jordan, Jackson, it's over This shit right here touched my soul, man My grandmother or something, 56 bless her soul Apartment 56 that is, 101, West 140th Rest In Peace Liddiah Giles, Blood Shed.. |
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from The Diplomats - Cam'Ron Presents The Diplomats - Diplomatic Immunity / Explicit Version (2003)
Tito, crack that dutch Roll that purple up Niggaz slacking in their macking Simpin' in their pimpin' Glad I got you baby You the only one I can count on man You may crutch man, yo [Verse 1] We leaves spots milt, you get your top tilt Mop filled, my block leaves cops killed, duck shots still You not built, you had zirconia's, those was zirconia's I kept it spot built, I can ensemble linen Grinin' on rock, silk, I'm hitting bitches like switches I'm a top Wilt, that's Chamberlain, mama became a friend Said she had the lamest men, wanted to learn the game I win I had to game her then, you rearrange your friends Then you change that Benz, we need a Range with Rims She bought a gravy Rover, it had a pastry odor Yes she made the quota, cause I'm like Ray Liotta Fiends in a caskets, leaning them bastards But the meanest of fabrics, when I'm with Athena Onassis Or Ms. Trina, the queen of the asses Causes when it come to purple, I've seen it in masses [Cam - talking] Whoo! Tino, you almost finished? (This ain't purple neither Tito) This blunt almost out right here (I don't know what this is) I love you man (I'm not smoking this) Only thing I count on is you (Tito I want him, I don't want him) Tito just got the blunt, (Don't fuck with nothing else but you) I'm reloaded now, (God damn) (Tito roll me up another blunt, something ain't right with this) [Verse 2] And I'm a naissance child, gaming her stupid now Plus, I'm stupid foul, pulled a coup to trial I come through Canal, and let the luger style In the DA mouth shit, here's a root canal Right on center street, put 'em on front street Next day the fron |
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from The Diplomats - Cam'Ron Presents The Diplomats - Diplomatic Immunity / Explicit Version (2003)
[Chorus: x2]
Uh-oh, it's Santana the Great, oh Uh-oh, it's Santana the Great, oh Uh-oh, it's Santana the Great, oh Bandanna his face, blam, hammer escape, oh Uh-oh, it's Santana the Great, oh Uh-oh, it's Santana the Great, oh Uh-oh, it's Santana the Great, oh Holla at your boy, oh, holla at your [Juelz Santana] Why yall know what crack sound like homie Or what the mac sound like when it's strapped on me, please back off me Before this mac that's strapped on me, gets snatched off me Cocked back used to crash your homies, oh Why yall can't fuck with me man, I guarantee man It's Santana the rap +He-man+ Why yall skeltors get your melons torched when this weapon sart letting off Santana no, don't hurt 'em, don't squirt 'em Don't let the nine burn 'em in the sternum They don't want to go to war with ya' They ain't ready to bang or go to war with ya' So leave 'em alone, don't feed 'em the chrome Why yall labels'll to stop watching me I tried to tell you before, I was ready, I was always hot property Now look, I'm Diplomat slash ROC property Stash rocks probably, fucker, you're not stopping me [Chorus: x2] [Juelz Santana] I'm so, gangsta, it's no one just like me Smooth thug, will Pretty Tony your wifey So you better keep your bitch away Cause I will get her number, call her up, make her my bitch today Why yall can't fuck with the "Great" Santana, bandanna give in clips and weight Hammers will split your face, shift your waist, to a different place Next thing you know, I'm in a different state Back next month, new whip, different plate Damn, Santana delivery the raw Delivery the four, for sure man, I did it before So if your bitch is a whore, don't fight for her Don't waste your life for her, trying to make it right for her With all that frontin' your doin', and stuntin' you're doin' I'll shoot the bump while you moving and shut you from moving [Chorus] [Juelz Santana] Why yall niggas don't ride like I do Slide through in that 7-4-5 blue, right beside who? Killer Where Jones, in the pick-up truck Yeah we use that to pick up stuff, pick up bucks And my Denali is often parked, inside of my condo How much did he sign for? Oh, I bet you want to know that money Yeah I bet you I won't show that money I keep it stashed away, right next to the 4-4, money Keep a lo-pro money, this is slo-mo money I'm used to that fast crack, bag crack Re-cook bag that, give it out, half that If it still bags, have stacks No more running back to me, coming back to me I'm on the corner with a hundred packs of these Damn, oh, he got the purple [Chorus: x2] ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By GILES/THOMAS/GREEN/JAMES Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC |
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from The Diplomats - Cam'Ron Presents The Diplomats - Diplomatic Immunity / Explicit Version (2003)
I feel like dropping something man Yo they tried to box me in the corner for the longest No key, locked me in this corner for the longest but Common man they can't fuck with me, Juelz Santana Uh, some how I managed to creep from under the rock Linking up with Cam and linking up with the Roc now Shit I told you, I won't fail you niggas man Yo this is powerful music I bring to this table The sequels are able the way I sling cane 'cause Let the music talk to them Yo, y'all know I'm fast in focus in case you haven't noticed Squeeze and blast them open as soon as the magnum open Yeah I told you man Uh, Cam gone make me a star, I'm a make him a million Jones is here I'm invading the building and Yeah Diplomat For the last time we got this man But I'm still on the corner grinding for them big stacks Big coat, big gat, don't ever forget that (Verse 2:Jim Jones) Yes I'm, yes uh, oh yeah nigga Yo, even my gold link can be number one on your charts If it happens so be it we come with the art Everyone in my part, they still moving All them chums in the front of the Yo I do this shit sick, stuffed and congested They don't give a fuck if you're sick you still get cuffed and arrested My justice is wretched You get knocked down please grab your crutches keep stepping Cause the game we done held back too long The pain we done felt that too long Cocaine we done dealt that too long And my pops it don't help that you gone, myself to move on Its scary and I'm gonna need help Streets flaunting me, dogs and marijuana don't help Fiends, junkies in the corner don't help Knee deep in my grave on these bloc |
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from The Diplomats - Cam'Ron Presents The Diplomats - Diplomatic Immunity / Explicit Version (2003)
We built this city
We built this city We built this city We built this city on rock We built this city (on these blocks we hustle) We built this city on rock (on rock) We built this city (turn bricks to whips) We built this city on rock and roll (on rock) We built this city (in the midst of the struggle) We built this city on rock (on rock) We built this city (from bottom to top) We built this city (through the agony and pain, diplomatic will reign) [Jimmy Jones] Ay yo, my dipset Taliban We on these streets like the wars on them streets of Afghanistan Better yet of Pakistan To America, Harlem's our cater Any problems I spray her that can startle the mayor But in this 50-block radius let's get the rock and shave the shit or get the glock and blaze the shit Bitches get the cock and savor it They say Jim Jones the capo my favorite Cause some of this shit my city wasn't built up over Drugs and money, some shit you get killed up over Slumped on your wheel, straight tilt it over Trust me dogs, I seen it in peril Niggaz wasted and painted and seen on the mural (That's Harlem) In this apple of mine is rhyme Clap up your shines, pop shots that will crack up your minds And cop rocks and cook that crack up to dimes New York City, the capital of crime [Chorus: repeat 2X] [Juelz Santana] Now once again it's Santana the Great I built this city on hammers and weight Gasoline, rope, bandanas and tape Lots of fiends, lots of coke being handed away You know, the usual Shut em down, set up show, how we usually do Cut em down, hit the block man, we movin through Diplomats is the strongest force On and off the court we ballers more than sports We built this city from ground zero To spittin the pound zero, brown pistol At ya get down kicka Yeah this is from the ground up nigga So get your weight and your pounds up nigga Cause when it's beef my homies mound up quicker Fit the pound much quicker, lay you down much quicker You never been approached by Golden Eagles Vultures that will scope and feed you, no court just leave you Shit you know [Chorus: repeat 2X] [Hell Rell] It's like what I wouldn't do for a buck My enemies can't rest in peace Jones, you see they funerals up New gangstas in the city bitch, ring the alarm All y'all hoes bow down, kiss the ring of a don It's about to get real big playa, humongous Stacked money so long til it grew fungus We was gon' let you live til you threw punches Now we got to get critical and we got to get rid of you And we the most talked about, the most popular We live by the codes, we the Dipset mafia You never know who's watchin ya You never know who's plottin to pop at ya We focused like a pair of binoculars I'm bout to get gritty M-5 CLK's garage look like Alphabet City And I'm a hustler, I put cracks in communities Cops can't touch me, got Diplomatic Immunity Now try I'm guaranteed a million shipped in scam If not, back to the block, ship some grams [Cam'Ron] If not, get with Cam I got clips to lift a van, flip a van Shit, they can kick the can This cat think he sling Cause he got a pinky ring Rinky-dink diamonds, they don't even make your pinky bling (We built this city) And now I'm about to kill this city (We built this city) Cradle to 50, yeah I'm acting real seditty (We built this city) Cause I collect mils and fifties For real it's pretty and y'all gonna feel the pity (We built this city on rock) Dipset Bitch [Chorus: repeat 8X] |
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from The Diplomats - Cam'Ron Presents The Diplomats - Diplomatic Immunity / Explicit Version (2003)
[Marvin Gaye]
I've been really tryin' baby Tryin' to hold back these feelings for so long And if you feel like I feel baby Come on Ohhh come on Woo Let's get on [Little Kid's Voice] Let's get it on nigga [Cam'Ron] Ah man Lets get it on man Santana you on your own man Lets do it man Dipset We got these bastards Man let's do it [Juelz Santana] Uh, you nigga's dealin' with a G from the block Yeah it's me from the block Quick to tell a nigga' (Let's get it on) But I don't really like to beef on the block That bring heat to the block I got ta' eat on the block nigga' (Let's get it on) Yeah you dealin' with a pimp from the hood Keep a chick from the hood Quick to tell her aye (Let's get it on) Come on Let's go I'm tryin' to do it so aye (Let's get it on) I'm one hell of a guy Fly fella' can fly Like Scarface one hell of a high (Let's get it on) One hell of a ride That I ride, 23's look like the pellas' [propellers] on side (Let's get it on) Who stuntin' like me? Who frontin' like me? Who did it, who get it, who done it like me? You? (Let's get it on) Who wishin', who frontin', who want it from me? You? Come get it, you want it, it's nothing to me You? (Let's get it on) Yup, already know how I feel When it comes to pumpin' that steel It's like (Let's get it on) You know with these ride boys toke time up with the cowboy ropes So (Let's get it on) Uh, let's get it on y'all Uh, it's love (Let's get it on) Hey ma, back that ass up Lookin' back almost crashed up So (Let's get it on) That's love right there Hit em' one more time [Let's get it on, on, on] ? Fades till end |
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from The Diplomats - More Than Music Vol.1 (2006)
(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, |
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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 |
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(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 |
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from The Diplomats - More Than Music Vol.1 (2006)
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 |
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from The Diplomats - More Than Music Vol.1 (2006)
(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 |
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from The Diplomats - More Than Music Vol.1 (2006)
Yeah..
Its like no days off with this shit man, Come on (Verse 1) Crime rate back up, my mind stay backed up Just opened a new spot, the line stay backed up Piece still workin good, police still jerk the hood Keesh still boof her break, come home and work it good I still got that big ass goose down case I ever gotta bring that big ass tool round This shit is just one big ass zoo now, zoo town Who knows who gon' be gunnin you down I stay on heavy alert Cause I know plenty of jerks, wish me bad and send me the worse (yeah) Send me the curse--but I told ya I'm a soldier Rather be buried than hurt (shit), I'd rather be buried in dirt Without a tombstone, just plenty of dirt (yeah) That'll work, before the day I ever say "Son I can't feed you, son I can't please you." You'll never be the son of that evil Cause I'll become somethin that evil, dumpin that Eagle It's all chess moves, make ya best move Cause the wrong one will cause you a flesh wound And a wise man told me "Don't date the days, cause a date don't change the days" And flippin pages don't change the page All that does is change the page (shit) And that why we hold heat in these cold streets Cause negros creep, I can't be low key And these police, lean on me Tell me I gotta pay, give 'em green or heat Gon' take me to the bing for free And my bail gon' be more than Chi-Ali's (yeah) That's how these coppers work, they all rotten jerks Pigs, Uncle Toms and some Papa Smurfs Thats how it goes down man Still on the block, still doin' what the fuck we do Told you it's no days off You sleep, you gone Yeah (Verse 2) Now I'm sittin in this room stuffed, all boomed up (shit) Not knowin what's who or who's what I won't drink, so I'm sippin the water High as fuck and my vision is tore up And then I heard--I looked up and thought I saw B.I.G. in the corner Then I knew the agenda, get it in order But I was so used to givin the order, him gettin the order His man delivers the order (yeah) I'm all for this beef shit, it's war when the heat spit Fact is, all we good for is this beef shit (yeah) And so hood at this, so good at this Coke pushin shit, shit, why would I quit? You'll never see an easier dollar than when a fiend bring a dollar Long as youre keepin that product (yup) And I'm keepin that product, I dont gotta re-stock up Let a drop come, I'm eatin the block up I'm sellin weight customers packs They fiendin the cop stuff and I know the drill, yeah I know it's real You don't wanna have to shut down ya spot And have ya fiends have to come down the block Stop complanin, shut up now and cock (take that) Cause I will set up down the block And your strip'll be mine, ya Nicks'll be Dimes I will set up now and rock Nigga, I told you man Take a day off, you fuckin slippin nigga And real niggaz don't do that You follow me? Follow me Ha ha (Yeah) Dipset bitch It's a new movement goin on Killa, Jim Jones, Freeky, JR...Bezel...Okay It's all fallin into place! |
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from The Diplomats - More Than Music Vol.1 (2006)
(Chorus)
Am no gangsta... am no gangsta I am no gangsta... not me {Repeat} (Verse 1: Jha Jha) Uh, now look... I, Jha Jha, pimps all tha big boys Big mama whips all tha big toys In tha major league, doin major things Drop-top, '06 in tha gangsta lean Dipset's queen, all you bitches bow to me In the hood they bringin red carpets out for me No really they bring dem red carpets out for me Red banners, bandanas, you know what that fire mean I got "Killa", "Capo" and Nell's co-signin me She on fire, no way in hell she outshinin me I spit fire, take you to hell on tha 16th That's hot shawty, don't dare go against me They say what we doin fin'a go down in history This is a movement, all of our movers follow intentively I take ya seven dollars and sell a mil independently Make 'em off this industry, gettin money was meant for me (Chorus) (Verse 2: Jha Jha) Yea... Now these 34 D's known to make a nigga flip Hypnotized by tha thighs and tha swivel in tha hips Send his ???? on tha rise, I gave him a lil whip He ain't even go inside, jus gave him a lil whip Now he head-ova-heels, payin all tha bills Hoe stop callin, he don't tell 'em where he live Say that I'm tha difference when hittin tha cheap thrill Time to stop pimpin cause this is tha real deal Sike, already found tha love of my life But we can chill in tha hills fo anotha night Prada boots and linen, tha envy of all women All shoppin sprees are sponsored by men 'n'... Now picture me goin Dutch on a date Only time that I'm buyin fo niggaz is birthdays I got my own dough but I'll spend yours first Jus cool be fa sho, I ain't goin in that purse (Chorus w/ Unkasa adlibs) (Verse 3: Unkasa) You remind me of a passing song called 'Gangsta Bitch' You my down ass gangsta chick I got my hands on you waist and hips Jus fo fun we can take a trip To somewhere tropical, jus to get on-top of you Send yo player Malibu, baby I wanna marry you Probly cop you in a Caddy coup Treat you jus like a daddy do ?????? Don't need to get a attitude I'm jus tryin to last you, have fun, and laugh witchu Uh, the way you walk and you smile Yo baby, I feel ya walk n ya style Tha way you walk through tha town Can I come, I ain't walkin around I'm used to ridin around in Porsche's and Prowls Can you please be my Buffelin Brown I will lick you up and rub you down I will treat you right and lay you down I will take you out and take you around Ma... Am no gangsta...am no gangsta... I am no gangsta...not me |
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from The Diplomats - More Than Music Vol.1 (2006)
[JUElZ SANtANA]
Ohhh.. ohkay.. santana.. you act like guys dont go through this.. dipset holla at cha boii.. yeaa.. ohkayy...KEEP MOViNN [Ch0RUS] What the hell is this i see This cant be happenin to me What kind of life is this (ohhh) I feel like im going to cry some more Cause i cant see my baby no more And i never felt before [VERSE 1] We used to have the best sex Back seat of the car With your feet up on the head rest We used to do whateva, wheneva While i drove on the wrong side of the road (yea) Damn girl you were my down chick My pretty brown, and round chick Law school attendent, intelligent You one all da cats were hatin Cause i was 18 and you were 23 (yea) Couldnt understand expecally we had I need you girl wont you come back Cause i miss the special times Ill be waitin home till you come back [Ch0RUS] What the hell is this i see This cant be happenin to me What kind of life is this (ohhh) I feel like im going to cry some more Cause i cant see my baby no more And i never felt before [JUElZ SANtANA] (ohkay.. its santana.. let me talk to you.. yupp) Yo im like where da hell did my lady go? Where da hell did my baby go? Im grown now im like where da hell did da 80's go? Where da hell did i slip up at? How da hell can i get ha back? I do anything, run a mile and spin a lap Run around and spit on cap Puff a pounds and my weigh colapse Cruz the city A hundred townz till i get ha back Shit im down to do a hundred miles of runnin fo ya Hundred miles of lovin Wid a hundred (something) Please dont make me run a hundred miles fo nothin I just want to start it new I just want your heart and truth I just want to be stable, lable to honor you (( what the hell is this i see )) Da real part in you Baby we change that Lady we re-arange Maybe you see the mayback Maybe we can arange that Maybe we can just lay back Roll a blunt and jus blaze back Load a gun with the safe back [Aii] [Ch0RUS] What the hell is this i see This cant be happenin to me What kind of life is this (ohhh) I feel like im going to cry some more Cause i cant see my baby no more And i never felt before |
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from Dj Kayslay - The Streetsweeper Vol.2 (2004)
Uhh, okay, y'all know what this is Jim Capo nigga, we back on this motherfucker Drama King, drama game, bird caine DipSet, Diplomat - y'all know what it is Exclusive nigga, for the streets Harlem, stand up, Eastside representers You know what it is, check it Passed my hood throwin weed out the window Half my hood they be out the window Tell KaySlay throw the key out the window I parked in front so I can see out the window Get inside of the ride, 20 inches piped in the side So I cypher some eyes, hell yeah like bikers we ride Better yet like pilots we fly Trust me you be flyin all high like a bunch of birds and we dump the birds And we bump the birds but "mums" the word Word, word - man bird gang I thought you heard mayne But hold on holmes, I be rollin stones Rocked up like a rollin stone Blocked up and I hold the chrome Pop up I will blow up homes, DipSet, he know it's on Yeah, it ain't even fair I'll squeeze a flare, I'll leave him there Just bleedin there, no breathin air Just leave him there 'til police get there Whoo! That's my kind of work Fucked up buletproof liner shirt Then we grind the work, all kind of work We watch po-po, they tryin alerts Fuck that dough, they dyin of thirst Huh, so we cop it and fry it Chop and divide it, toppers supply it Yeah - hit the block and he try it Yeah - watch the cops when they eye us Yeah - you know our block starts riots [Chorus 2X: Jim Jones, Juelz Santana] If it's drama we can start it Start the drama, get retarded Grab the llama, load the cartridge Turn yo' ass into a target If it's drama we gon' start it If it's problems we gon' solv |
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