1.Salute
Louie belts with the guns still tucked in em, what's up＊
New cars, bad bitches gettin fucked in em, nasty
My 'Billie Jeans' got 30 thousand bucks in em, I'm loaded
He's a 'get money nygga'fuck with em
Til the FEDs come after us,
Vampire life, true blood... Dracula,
I double park cars and back traffic up,
You can hear the fly bitches say 'He actin up! '
Yeah bytch, I always stay actin up,
I'll have you and you girlfriend both lappin up, listen
And then she dropped it like it's hot and tried to back it up,
I fukked her brains out and then I told her I'll get back at
her,
We drank Rose til we laughed it up,
Treat bitches like Ferrari's... gas em up,
She was wearin pumps, headed to the Trump,
Ridin shotti in the Mazi dropped the top UHHHH!
The Aston... had to rag it out, paper plate tag it out,
Bottle after bottle, Vado with me and Snagz is out,
So the cash is out, you know what that about,
I need you 'ATM' ma... A$s To Mouth,
Then 'MTA'... Mouth To A$s,
The handcuffs on you... Alcatraz,
So run with the kid, it's coke in the house, guns in the crib,
One to your lid, under a bridge, 'And my dudes fukkin with me!
',
And forget what you heard, get you a bird, and hit up the curb,
I lit up the herb, I'm sick with the words, 'Man, who fukkin
with me？ ! ',
I'm a treat em like Cool C and my man Steady B,
'Bum, Diddily, Diddily' yeah I sell 'Heavy D! '
Catch me drivin the Phantom like it's a sports car,
2 door, drop head, top less, sports bra,
Red bone passenger and she ain't got on no bra,
No panties... freaky... nasty... porn star,
I be at the club ballin... All-Star,
With more bottles at my table than a Sports Bar,
It look like we at a 'Champagne Campaign',
We do the damn thang and you won't do a damn thang!,
2 steppin, bytch I got my new Airs on,
I been fly since a baby... I was 'Air Borne',
Lookin at me is like lookin at a Lear fly,
I'm so fly I'm bout start my own airline!
2.Crunk Muzik
Lyricist：Lloyd Geneve, Cameron Giles, Gregory Omar Green, Laron James,
Joseph Jones, Thomas Simons, Seon Thomas
Yeah! Ay! Dip set! Come on
Blackout, lets do it
Dip, dip set
Dip, dip, dip, dips
Dip, dip, dip, dips
Dip, dip, dip
Now this here is that bomb diggy
Diggy dang, the dons with me
Killa, he'll kill a nigga you thinkin' 'bout harming me
Capo's corrupted he's wrong vato to fuck wit
Labeled and known as a young Pac to the public
And me, Human Crack in the flesh
I'm the last of the best
One word to describe me, spectacular yes
So stay calm shorty, when you see that palmed .40
I'll pop it slow, you'll rock and roll, like Bon Jovi
So don't fool with the click
Don't fool with the Dips
You will die, you will lie in a pool full of shit
When that gun with the clip in
Start dumpin' and rippin'
At ya'll head, ya'll some dead summama bitches
You give a chick hard dick and bubblegum
I give a chick a hard brick and bubble yum
Like here, take that, shake that, break that
And have them please bring my cake back
You kow what the movements like
You know how movin', right
Move, 'cause we in the mood to fight
This is that, get crunk move bitch, get drunk stupid
High like space, .45 on waist
You kow what the movements like
You know how movin', right
Move, 'cause we in the mood to fight
This is that, get crunk move bitch get drunk stupid
High like space, .45 on waist
This is that bang, bang, bang
To my hooligan, gang
While you movin' them thangs
And ya toolies go bang
Call me Richochet Rabbit
Cause I click and spray matics
And my nigga's straight savage
Penelope pump let off six whole rounds
'Fore one shell hit the ground
In the hood he known as a Capo
To the goons and the heights its all tato
And okay I know me some vato in the life on movin' on patos
Ok muchacho, they told me that you got it paco
I know movin' someone know we usually gone pop you
This that 9 double 1, with a 9 double m
If it's crime lets have fun, lets have fun, lets have fun
This that o trizzy 1, triple o, whoa, whoa
If you scared get ya gun
This that uptop crunk
When the truck stop, dump
This where the bucks stop chump
You kow what the movements like
You know how movin', right
Move, 'cause we in the mood to fight
This is that, get crunk move bitch, get drunk stupid
High like space, .45 on waist
That rooti, tooti, fruity, Louie, what I usually do
This that jump, stop, breathe, whoody who
Gats in the truck, platt, platt, pass to a duck
I'm the menace, owe me money, tat, tat, tat, what the fuck
Ya'll reppin' that 5 still
I'm reppin' that 5 mill
Neverland, thriller, Killa Cam, Jackson 5 bill
Lets style a bit, Italian shit, five thou-outfit
Show you how to get that powder shit
Filed the fifth, jet out of it
My proud of what is yo' turn, Jim so burned
Live bitch, why kiss, on my wrist a glowworm $50000
And I keep heat, 'cause in these streets
Just hear woop, woop, whant, whant, beep, beep
And you rumble, never, me, hit a humble diva
And I stay with the white, I got Jungle Fever
So tell Lucy
That her boobi's, loco, cookie monster, who he
I'm the one that rep the set
Left to left, death to death
You'll get yellow-taped, outlined, etch a sketched
You kow what the movements like
You know how movin', right
Move, 'cause we in the mood to fight
This is that, get crunk move bitch, get drunk stupid
High like space, .45 on waist
You kow what the movements like
You know how movin', right
Move, 'cause we in the mood to fight
This is that, get crunk move bitch, get drunk stupid
High like space, .45 on waist
3.My Love'(feat. Freeway
THE DIPLOMATS
Miscellaneous
My Love'(feat. Freeway
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
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
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
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 what？ Can you go bring back my packages that you
joined to her
Get in positions with my sqaud
That's like ironic, you wit me then the venential driver
I'll have you drive me to E-way and stuff, stuff in out tronics
I need a woman to bake, cook pies in the winter then diet, give
her the weight
She'll have pounds in the summer, I like Roc-A-Wear Miss Wear
Thick hair, Chick there, Fat Ass, Sick Pair
When we travel to Orlando when we get there, Shit yeah
Bialingal always slang, Across the border diamond yang
Put in orders, Even though we just came to hang
Then we take it where we left there heck yea
I need more then a woman cause it's more then you think here
Bank here, Who rank down here？ And I'm more then a rapper
Cause it's more then these rhymes here, Poss here
Hold Nas down here Holla
4.I Wanna Be Your Lady
Lyricist：Carlton Mahone, Rodney Terry
Boy you should know that I've got you on my mind
Your secret admirer I've been watching you, boy
At night I think of you
I want to be your lady, baby
If your game is on give me a call Boo
If your love is strong gonna give my all to you
At night I think of you
I want to be your lady, baby
If your game is on give me a call Boo
If your love is strong gonna give my all to you
Every day I pray my heart can win
Every night I pray I can call you my man, yeah, yeah, yeah
I need you, I want you, have you, hold you, squeeze you
So I'm going out every weekend just to see my Boo again
At night I think of you
I want to be your lady, baby
If your game is on give me a call Boo
If your love is strong gonna give my all to you
Girl, we shoot and slug it, guns that'll move the public
Late up, Hate up, Straight Up, Hit Jacob and abuse my budget
That's bright ice, price strikes hoes truly love it
Right Boo, in American Idol you all Rubben Studdard
All my jewels get smuddered, trusted I'm a thug for real
Since 'Pac and Biggie, I kept sixty and hug the steel
Now, I glide, fly and ride by above the grill
And fly jets, yes, where they pay me colored bills
That's Canada, Panama, Dammit Uh
Ecuador, extra whores, Penelope, Pamela
All night, more pipe, all right, girl, stand up to my stamina
Look mama, I'm the monster slash damager
Mami said, ' Como estas？', 'Gracias, Muy Bien!'
Yo quiero chinchar mama, and your truly a friend
Booby, it's a dobbie, unwrap your dubby is the usually the jam
To have 'em in the jacuzzi, getting gooey again
The super dooper trooper, maneuver a smooth ride
Boo haded the true jacket, blue patches
Lotto feed bamas, now I got three commas
By bank account, that's what counts, roll that leaf mama
After cheap gonja, I go to a weed farmer
I get her purple strawberry, a peach uh, hu
Lease her, Milli Vanilli silly, all the V's are on
See the Visa like the trees, get 'em peach and chrome
I know to eat your zone but you I wanna keep it known
F the keys to coke, is only keys to cars, keys to homes
And yes this I promise, glitz on the wrist we could fifth like
Congress
This I will promise, you will be astonished and I'm being honest
Boy you've got all I need, from what I see
And boy I'm constantly thinking of you, I just want you
At night I think of you
I want to be your lady, baby
If your game is on give me a call Boo
If your love is strong gonna give my all to you
At night I think of you
I want to be your lady, baby
If your game is on give me a call Boo
If your love is strong gonna give my all to you
5.Dutty Clap
Lyricist：Joseph Jones, A J Lewis, M Williams, S Williams
May been shifty, siz a little pinkney
Will be that boy, them on the strip, try and stick me
He from Harlem, down to Brixton you know
We cop whips with kicks and pinstrip uno
Who wanna test？ Mr. Don Dada
Who rough harder to go fuck ya mama
See？ Blow the track out, Jim's in the house now
Man done shook out, gun the skin out ya
What you checker？ You running your lip？
You get smoked like I'm blunting a spliff, you son of a bitch
This is blitz town, and a sound boy will come one way
Spit rounds, on your town, then you run semi
Bluck papa, the doggin' top shotta
In love with fame or the stardom
Oh, now what's the remedy on all ties
Spit sixteen bars, the streets want more fire, see？
You with me, then clap clap, keep moving your back back
You doing it like that that, stay and two in the track track
We flipping them baggies, my niggaz is aggie
From bricks in to hag me, it's fishy and bassy
You with me, then clap clap, keep moving your back back
You doing it like that that, stay and two in the track track
We flipping them baggies, my niggaz is aggie
From bricks in to hag me, it's fishy and bassy
Spit in, Juan, when you see that link is on
Got the linkest charm, by the time you blink it's gone
Aiyo, I run for it, your done off, my gun blow
Buck your aim, if you effin' around like Sonny Dames of
Sneezies man, believe me man
I'm off the, heezy and got the greasy plan
Your crew sweet like a Ishi man
That's why the use on your street call you Chichi, man
I get respect in the streets, smoking cess in the jeep
Sittin' back, sip the yac', you be stressin' the freaks
Spittin' raps, not a skit on my meat
Cuz I'm thick from the, fitted cap to the crest in my feet
I ain't conceited, believe it, I'm just fillin' I'm Jake
The pull Benz, got the gat and I'm feelin' the kid
Yo, I'm good to go and it's evident fam
I leave the nigga Pon De River like Elephant Man
You with me, then clap clap, keep moving your back back
You doing it like that that, stay and two in the track track
We flipping them baggies, my niggaz is aggie
From bricks in to hag me, it's fishy and bassy
You with me, then clap clap, keep moving your back back
You doing it like that that, stay and two in the track track
We flipping them baggies, my niggaz is aggie
From bricks in to hag me, it's fishy and bassy
Jim Jones a gangsta, stay blowned in ganka
I'm rollin' that stanksta, the chrome on my tank truck
What？ Enter in the slave roots
Fly til I die, like Izzo in suede boots
Yeah, let's talk about ice, the chain on my neck
Looks like New York in it's lights, cocaine on my jets
I'm a New Yorker for life, new Porsche in white
Who thought of this life, two wrongs make it right
I'mma get lost in the light, I speed in my cars
Outlaw all my life, police on my car
'Cuz I don't pause for the light, I don't show no respect
Dipset out in Euro, S.A.S., we connect
You with me, then clap clap, keep moving your back back
You doing it like that that, stay and two in the track track
We flipping them baggies, my niggaz is aggie
From bricks in to hag me, it's fishy and bassy
You with me, then clap clap, keep moving your back back
You doing it like that that, stay and two in the track track
We flipping them baggies, my niggaz is aggie
From bricks in to hag me, it's fishy and bassy
6.Let's Go
Lyricist：Marvin Gaye, C Giles, G Green, D Muhammad, S Thomas, Ed
Townsend
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
Oh come on
Woo, let's get it on
(Let's get it on)
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
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
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' 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
And 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)
7.What's Really Good
Lyricist：Cam'ron Giles, Laron James, Aquanza Jones, Jimmy Jones, Earl
Simmons
We back in the fuckin' building
Diplomats, Young Guru, Jim Jones, Santana, Freaky
Came in second half, shit, man
Only thing we really wanna know right now is what？
Is what's really good？ That's the question
Suicide sickness, child negligence
Homicide fingerprints, wild evidence
But thou shall, respect me bloa, bloa
Clap, clap, pow, pow, bow down, nigga
Be in Columbus, never seen Bow Wow
We big dogs, all on the chow down
Chow an' Mr. Giles lay back
Santana locked up, get 'em out ASAP
Aight, now. boy, not tonight
I wear a bomb to the court like it's a ice white
I'm real ice right, still in the hood
But the question for y'all is what's really good？
Nothin', see me on 55th, black scooped it up
AK activated, act stupid, one did act stupid
Mac had to move it, from the hood like
What's really good？
I had to lay 'em down, clip him up, sprayed around
Split him up, he played the ground, leave
Nine stayed around, outlaw on the street
Shot four from the three, Southpaw Portuguese
What's really good？
To all my ladies, ghetto to ghetto
Heals, sneakers, slipper stilettos, hello
Diplomats are comin' to your hood
An' we wanna know what's really good？
All my niggaz, block for block
Rock for rock, top for top
Top a top, stash your glocks under the hood
An' niggaz wanna know what's really good？
Okay I admit, I mean they said I was trippin'
Had to re-edit the spin, 44 lead when I'm spittin'
Shots to the head of my victims
Big deserts we grippin' to dry out
You in the desert is slippin'
They go through extreme measures to get 'em
Them chains an' them treasures, they glistenin'
You got three hideouts, a bed in the system
My brethren I miss them, so please tell me, y'all
What's really good？
Top of the drop when it's missin'
My block, when it's clickin' these rocks
When they glistenin', what's really good？
145th on this crunk, big 45th in my trunk
Big gouty wrists on you chumps, what's really good？
Mostly me an' sometimes them
But mostly me, oh, shit, man, that's one time them
Squally, so through your set up, please
Let me know if you really good
An' let me know if you really hood
To all my ladies, ghetto to ghetto
Heals, sneakers, slipper stilettos, hello
Diplomats are comin' to your hood
An' we wanna know what's really good？
All my niggaz, block for block
Rock for rock, top for top
Top a top, stash your glocks under the hood
An' niggaz wanna know what's really good？
I like this beat, drums an' bells
Reminder of bullets, bodies, guns an' shells
I don't talk the birds, Polly want a cracker
When she on the stand, you probably wanna smack her
Probably wanna clap her, end your day properly
Air the shit out like the end of State Property
No run away robbery, gunner stay half of me
The end I see prophecy, what's really good？
I'm in the Buggy, mon', with the Rugby on
Air Force Ones, lookin' like Lucky Charms
Lotta dudes, yellin' out, 'Fuck me, uh？'
I'll blow this bitch, dog, what the fuck？ We on
It's Santana, I'm straight out the box, homey
Straight to the stoop, straight to the booth
When I stepped out the box, homey
I still got the sun of the box on me
Grimy clothes, funky arms, my socks dirty
I told you I can count on my boy
I'm in trouble, need bail money, dialed on my boy
Shit an' just when I thought it was gettin' worse
I was bailed out scot free, spittin' this verse
You don't sit in the dirt, clips'll disperse
What's really good？ Me, motherfucker
Don't play with this, I'm so great at this
Santana, bandanna, release the eight a spit
To all my ladies, ghetto to ghetto
Heals, sneakers, slipper stilettos, hello
Diplomats are comin' to your hood
An' we wanna know what's really good？
All my niggaz, block for block
Rock for rock, top for top
Top a top, stash your glocks under the hood
An' niggaz wanna know what's really good？
8.Un Kasa
Lyricist：Robert Bryson, Cameron Giles, K West, A Wilder, William
Wilson
{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, it's 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, it's 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, Taliban, bitch, Killa, Casa
I'm in here, man, Diplomats, Jim Jones, Santana, Freekey
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
An' leave you dead pop shot from them glammers
An' go down south and rock wit them bamas
An' come back in the Porsche, color hot banana
Vanilla coat seats, piper made by Tropicana
Speakers do the wop, rims do the Macarena
This is Taliban, Dipset, Rocafella
It ain't nuthin' for Two-Gun ta pop a fella
Killa signed me now, I got the mozzarella
I promised Hell Rell, Un Cas gon' rock forever
{What's really good Flee, what's really good？
Aight, 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
Let's finish up, let's right what's really good}
Yo, I'm livin' 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, 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
An' teens'll flock, seen my spot an seen my props
Red when you seen the cops
Got your wife suckin' semen, cock
I'ma Taliban lyrical monster, they'll shout the city I conquer
White Ice cinnamon Parker, Al Qaeda'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 cinnamon
{Niggaz get ya'll fuckin' car game up
Diplomats, that's what's really fuckin' good}
9.Push It
Lyricist：Herby Azor, Raymond Douglas Davies
Killah, Dip Set, Jim Jones, Santana
Lil weezy in the house tonight
Cash money, bitch, it ain't changed since eighty-eight, nope
Get on the corner and push something, Dip Set, Killah
Yo baby yo, hey, you, yes give me a kiss
You better make it fast, I know you like what's on my wrist
Now y'all know me from that block where we move them rocks
You better make it fast, watch your ass, or get pursued by cops
You don't know what it's like up on that Peter Pan
Paranoia, weeded damn, damn, but we the man
Proceed to jam, call us if you need a hand
Call us if you need some grams, Jim Jones, Cesar Cam
Every season man, Killah, keep it seasoned, fam
Call me a dobo loco papo, believe it, man
Now what's the chain, why's that because I need
Satisfy my need, drinkin' sizzurp, now bitch, just roll my weed
Now push it, push it good
Push it, push it real good
Ooh baby baby, ooh baby baby
Ooh baby baby, ooh baby baby, get up on this
D I P S E T, that gangsta crew
You know the rules, follow codes, 'cuz that's how gangstas move
Get your mayo, sell that yayo, strip clubs make it rain
These thugs play the game, get bucks, save that cane
After that, baby girl, hey, let's get some bub
Love, love, don't rub, we fittin' to hit the club
Yeah, they dance, but a lap dance they want a dub
You don't know nan, ask Trick, they love a thug
Bam bam, jam jam, and a handstand
Ha ha, so tan in the tan stand
Ra ra, na na, ha ha, la la
Mama, I keep that blam blam
Now push it, push it good
Push it, push it real good
All my ladies cry, all I say is, 'My'
When I'm in them thighs, all you hear is, 'Aye'
Why, why, 'Aye' stop this, stop this, 'Aye'
My cock a rocket cock over so I can pop it, 'Aye'
You fake old G's are corny, wack me and my breeze the dawny
Hard, we live too, just like the 2 Live Crew, me so horny
'Cuz I'm a choosy thug, you get your booty hugged
Face down, ass up, don't stop, gitty gitty, I want some dookie
love
I'm like hey baby hey, ain't no games to be play
It's money out there, yeah, it's a gang to be made
I'm a pimp baby hey, I'm screamin, 'Pimp pimp hooray'
Scream it with me, okay, now hit the strip and get paid, hey
Odd money's hard money, even money's cheatin' money
Slow money's no money, and no money's a beatin', honey
Push it good, push it fast, push it right
If a nigga push that ass, push it back, push it twice, but push
it
Hey, hey, whoa, whoa, yo, O's I bake and feed it
To the fiends with the lean, in the beam with the cream
With a team that's straight from Phoenix
That man that loses, face the music, still get cake like Regis
Hey Ma, it's J.R., you know I had to make the remix
See I push it cook it, push and cook it, push to cook it
And roll with cooks that's crooked
Old G's who look and cooks it
You'll get sprayed and showered
With K's and Cal's, toupee devoured
Shots ring, bang bang, you hit, he hit
Have your block put up a bouquet of flowers
10.Built This City
Lyricist：Cameron Giles, L James, Joseph A. Jones, Dennis Lambert,
Martin George Page, Justin Gregory Smith, Bernie Taupin, Peter
Wolf
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)
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
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)
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)
Now once again it's Santana the Great
I built this city on hammers and weight
Gasoline, rope, bandannas 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 moving through
Diplomats is the strongest force
On and off the court we ballers more than sports
We built this city from ground zero
To spitting 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
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)
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)
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 watching ya
You never know who's plotting 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
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
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)
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)
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)
11.Take Em to Church
Lyricist：Cameron Giles, Laron James, Will Jennings, Antwan Thompson, A
Wilder, Steve Winwood
Come on, this that, Harlem music right here
This that, diddy bop
Let's get ready for the winter music right here
This what it is
You know me dog, I just wanna keep the peace
But sayin' my name, that's only gon' lead to beef
Tell my niggaz, chill, but they wanna heat the streets
Or do it on record, check it, we spit heat to beats
Everybody welcomin' this, welcomin' that
He wasn't welcome in the first place, how we welcome him back？
Gimmie that Mack, let me work him wit' that
Tell Mr. Rogers, I'll leave his brain on the trolly track, now
prolly that
Listen, y'all stop it, I know you apalled dot it
But this my call by the false prophet, all profit
Harlem hustla, I can't at all knock it
But you hard when you go in the Lord's pocket
What you offerin'？ Put it right in offerin'
They take it all, cash, credit, silver down the porcelain
Look at the Porche he's in, and give a portionin'
No handicap, Annie or and orphan friend, friend
But the sizzurp I'm drinkin' on, birds I'm bankin' on
Get cha Kirk Franklin on, word
So, get ya Ben Franklin on
Just when you think it's wrong, one blink he's gone
Father forgive us, but we gon' take him to church
Father forgive us and the truth it hurts
Father forgive us and that won't work
No no no no no way
Yo, you try and handle us, get on the air and damage us
Screamin' out Harlem World, like you ain't just abandon us
Well, let me fill you in, now it's a whole clan of us
Blink so mad, he went and beat us Cannibus
Then Zeek got shot, then Zeek locked up, E got Killed then
Bee popped up, but Bee hopped up, and still poke out his chest
I'm probation, Doe on house arrest
Right out the flesh, sit in the house and rest
He don't pout get 'em gear, in the house we fresh
Not that you care, just get it clear and think
One glare and wink, everyone wearin' pink
I'm the reason that ya two rings are clear, yeah
I'm the reason that ya earrings are square, you hear？
Now, we take trips, casino's, lovely homes, we check on Lodi
mom's
Meano, Huddy Combs, Holmes, you tryna fake wit' Cardan
Pardan, we gon' leave him naked like Tarzan, oh, man
Coota love know that too, holler at Coota, ask Nelly about that
But, we gon' take him to church
Father forgive us and the truth it hurts
Father forgive us and that won't work
No no no no no way, no no no no no way
Yo, I kill diamonds, get wit pearls, I ain't tryna kid the world
I ain't got beef, when I do I say, 'Get 'em Girls'
Not at this dog, we just heard the frontin'
Do Harlem a favor, give the churches somethin'
A rec' center, in the winter where they youth can play
They don't even shoot the J, sell drugs, shoot and spray
I'm no better, still move a duece a day, thats two keys
I still move VA, found the new away, my crew do and say
Fists fights to shoot outs, we won't move away
All my niggas that held it down the last half a decade
My nigga Gruff, Bad 140th, 139th
Black tone, white tone 142nd, Rell street inn
141st, Tito, my Jamaicans, my beligence
33-33 Polo grounds, St. Nick, Colonial Jewel, Lincoln, Taft
Foster, Johnson, Jeff Wagner, Wilson, East River the 9
145th St. Nick, 145th Broadway, Luci Taliban, 135th, 118th
Manhattan
134th and 8th Powerful, whats really poppin？ Sarge hold ya head
Freekey, Zeekey hold ya head, the whole BBO
151st Amsterdam holler at ya boy Ak Jackie Rob
All my niggas in Harlem get your hustle on
Keep your muscles strong
I know about the streets you hustle on, killa, dipset
12.Family Ties
Lyricist：C Giles, D Rodriguez, Nicole Wray
Man I spit that pimp talk, you hang out where the pimps collide
It's a pimp in my ride, no need to pimp the ride
This ain't the pimp camp, pimp limp, pimp stance
Pimp slap a slim tramp, order steak shrimp scamp
Okay, you gay, I'll sublet ya toupee and bottles be a bouquet
Right where you stay or where you stayed
That 45 trey deuce spade spray you stayed
Unload the click clack, to ya fit cap
Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that
For 9 years the Spain had to time share
Back to time square, I got dimes here
By the port authority but I got more authority
Your girl she order Maury, check she forge it for me
Reporters report me, how she report to the orgy
But it's more to the story, her daughter applaud me
We in a zone, our soldiers like to stand by
Never alone, we 'bout to make the Jones cry
(Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)
We hold our own, don't think you can move us or push us
We step to the side, that's why they call this family ties
(Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)
From the back of the cop ride
The black on black, black when we cop rides
I will not hide, hi ma hot thighs, dick on her nose
Now she's cock eyed
(Da da do)
From whippin' the bacon rolls, to outside whippin' the bacon
rolyce
Sanai Lathan knows, I'm rakin' but makin' dough
Eighty holes in ya shirt, they're your own Jamaican clothes
(Da da do)
I ain't talkin' the Pocono's
I'm talkin' to Aspen's the slopes we go
You get the okie doke, play me baby I hope he know
We break noses, call him baby Pinocchio
Fuckin' Liar, I'll hold it with blue mittens
Two pigeons, what the fuck are you pitchin'
One house, two kitchens, who's bitchin'
I'll bring the diesel, won't see the fushsnickens
And I don't trust a ho, that's mother to baby mother
Motherfucker you look like a lady lover
I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her
Tell her drink cum, get drunk, it's nut cracker
And it's well known that Rell home, yup
Hit E.T. up on the cell phone
As your family dies and my family rise
Call the network, Dipset, family ties
We in a zone, our soldiers like to stand by
Never alone, we 'bout to make the Jones cry
(Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)
We hold our own, don't think you can move us or push us
We step to the side, that's why they call this family ties
(Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)
You see me in that lavender tank, you rather just faint
I was fort lauder, you was saint ladder day saints
Whips get lavender in paint, rap with the rappers
Scrap with the actors, cap back, abracadabra
And I'm appalled, think that we at we all comfortable
Me a more,these rappers all Theodore Huxtable
They mothers a lawyer, they fathers a doctor
Auction, coke to the coppers, glock's in the locker
And who you supposed to be, get hung from the rosaries
Call me C.O.D. that's Coke and them O'z D
Some O.D.B. off them O'z of D
I ain't give a fuck, as long as they ain't close to me
Put your drugs in the air, give a toast to me
Pump that dip in your veins, get dope like me
Fuck Kerry and Bush, you should vote me
For real nigga, on the real, the last hope is me
We in a zone, our soldiers like to stand by
Never alone, we 'bout to make the Jones cry
(Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)
We hold our own, don't think you can move us or push us
We step to the side, that's why they call this family ties
(Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset)
13.S.A.N.T.A.N.A.
Lyricist：Mark Brown, Laron James, Shelby Joyner
I'm back, Juelz Santana, I'm back, Juelz Santana
Y'all got a problem, his name is Santana
I'm Back, uh oh
No one to play around, we'll squeeze them hammas
Santana, Santana, Santana
Okay, I'm reloaded, okay, the heat's loaded
Okay, now we rollin', okay
My fo'-fo' piece talkin', sound, oh, so sweet talkin'
The Momo street talkin' is Stone Cold Steve Austin
An' I bang it well, slang it well, shave it well
Hell, you lookin' at a preview of the Matrix 12
L, rock dem, I'm here to shake the bells
Shake the bells, what's my name？
You got that gear right, I'm not that queer type
Nasty behind the wheel, but my mind ain't steered right
Fuck drivin' reckless, my mind is reckless
Plus, I stay with two time crime offenders
I can't give it up like an old man, who can't get it up
I'm not a man 'til it's up
So now I'm rappin' bad, I'm back, I'm badder
Shit, y'all probably think I'm takin' 'Rap Viagra '
Got as many songs as Pac had on 'Locked Stash'
I can pop songs just like I pop tags
I do not brag, just watch, fag
I'm here to get the keys to the lock back
Open the door, close it an' re-lock that
Don't touch, stop that, it's locked black
An' guess what？ I'm back, I'm back
Y'all got a problem, his name is Santana
I'm back, uh oh
No one to play around, we'll squeeze them hammas
I'm back, uh oh
Say hello to my little friend, hello, before I pull again
An' show you my bullets, friend, hello, my name please
Straight, blahm, the Lima, for cake stand behind ya
Make plans to drop ya I ain't Aunt Jemima
Bitch, I ain't here to wind ya, I ain't here to dine ya
I came here to pop ya
Shit an' I came here for lobster, the whole damn shabang
An' they ain't bring the pasta
Now I got to be rude, they ain't got me my food
I'm not goin' be used, shots goin' eat through
This kid's small body an' this big long shotty
That'd just make shit here all sloppy
Straight out the pot, I'm ready, straight out like rock, I'm
ready
Or more proper, I'm straight out like hot spaghetti
It's rock an' roll time, it's lock an' load time
Show time, adios amigo, gotta go time
Yeh, but I'll be right back atcha
Twice back atcha like Christ, back atcha
You'll be like 'damn, that's one nice ass rappa
I kinda like that rappa, I wanna be like that rappa'
No, but if you bite that rappa, I might bite back atcha
With that rifle atcha
Yeh, I know that might sound bad
But it's, I'm back
Y'all got a problem, his name is Santana
I'm back, uh oh
No one to play around, we'll squeeze them hammas
I'm back, uh oh
Juelz Santana, Juelz Santana
14.Bigger Picture
Lyricist：Cameron Giles, Gregory Omar Green, Jim Jones, Seon Thomas
Killa, Heatmakerz, Jones, Santana, Freekey, The Union
Holla at da boys, man, this is Diplomat Records, man
Ya'll can't fuck wit us, we can go to war for years
Let's do it, man, nuffin', man
Yo, yo, these stories I spit, I seen 'em, I wrote 'em
Like the teen, he was boastin', 'La Vida Loc'in'
In his dream I awoke him, the beamer, I drove it
It was the beam that I showed him, that I keep by my scrotum
I seen him, I sowed him, I leaned him, I told him
The demons arose an' bullets, pull it
A hour just to clean 'em an' load em, doggy
You had a slow summer, I didn't, H.2 gold Hummer
Not to mention new Range, no number
An' you know the Rover, so move over, soldier
Flavor Coca Cola, garage, the soda holder
An' it's over, over, here's a clover dojer
I'm that nigga now, everyone that knows ya, told ya
Byrd Gang, but we live by the codes of Cobras
Hoopties, drive by's, long nose through Nova's
If you dope, I dope ya, where the pimps are colder
The end is over, Coroner, come roll him over
An' I don't just look real, this crook deals coke
Only thing whiter, dog, is Brook Shields
Harlem, holla back, how the hood feel？
Platinum, I'm that real, you that shook deal
Took deals out the building, up the block
Up 29 flights, plugged up with the Roc
Now it's hurtin' ya heart to see dame fuckin' wit me
Worse than that, the whole game fuckin' wit me
A little beef, a few lames fuckin' wit me
They actin' like success, it came luckily
The same lame duckin' me, the same dame in love wit me
Dipset be one set I claim is sucker free
It's da all new thrilla, in Manila, foreala
Killa, I'm wit ya, let's kill dis niggaz, I'm wit ya
They ain't wit it or gettin' the bigger picture
We live in the bigger picture, ya niggaz is really wit ya, ohh
It's da all new thrilla, in Manila, foreala
Killa, I'm wit ya, let's kill dis niggaz, I'm wit ya
They ain't wit it or gettin' the bigger picture
We live in the bigger picture, ya niggaz is really wit ya, ohh
When it comes to beef, yes, indeed it get hazardous
Seeds can't be saved by Jesus of Nazareth
Sell my nigga weed, it's hilarious
They squeeze at the cabbages, seeds in the carriages
Thieves, Bronx, Queens, an' the Razamith
Milk an' Ock Mu will come steamin' the Ratchet, bitch
Transactions, lobby get done
Bein' cocky is fun an' these are Versace, Air Ones
Yea, thanks a lot, it been great, dame
My bitch is a great dame, my dog is a Great Dane
You know me, I'm from the 24 an' A. train
Now I got 6 homes, 10 cars, 8 names
I might be Charles Johnson, John Bronson
Oscar Martinez, Omar Swanson
An' don't front, I'm jingelin', baby
Chains, bracelet, rings, blingin' all crazy
Rob me？ I think that he's crazy
Violets, orchids, reefs, roses, they'll be bringin' him daisys
I tell bitches that I'm 'Sa Da Te'
Fellacio, F.M. tower in my casa, aye
All they say is 'Papa, play'
But I pop shit, pop guns, an' pop some, ye
An' I don't care where you been, or what jail
Go tell Disney all ya fuckin' 'Duck tales'
It's da all new thrilla, in Manila, foreala
Killa, I'm wit ya, let's kill dis niggaz, I'm wit ya
They ain't wit it or gettin' the bigger picture
We live in the bigger picture, ya niggaz is really wit ya, ohh
It's da all new thrilla, in Manila, foreala
Killa, I'm wit ya, let's kill dis niggaz, I'm wit ya
They ain't wit it or gettin' the bigger picture
We live in the bigger picture, ya niggaz is really wit ya, ohh
15.Purple Haze
Lyricist：Cameron Giles, Dorothy Moore
Tito, crack that dutch
Roll that purple up
Niggaz slackin' in they mackin'
Simpin' in they pimpin'
Glad I got you baby
You the only one, I can count on man
You my crutch man, yo
We leaves spots milt, you get your top tilt
Mop filled, my block leave 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
Grinnin' on rock silk, I'm hittin' bitches like switches
I'm a top Wilt, that's Chamberlain
Mami 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, leanin' them bastards
But the meanest of fabrics when I'm with Athena Onassis
Or Ms. Trina, the queen of the asses
'Cause when it come to purple, I've seen it in masses
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 smokin' 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 nothin' else but you)
I'm reloaded now
(Goddamn)
(Tito roll me up another blunt)
Killer
(Somethin' ain't right with this)
And I'm a nuisance child, gamin' her stupid now
Plus, I'm stupid foul, pulled a coup to trial
I come through canal and let the Luger style
In the D.A. mouth shit, here's a root canal
Right on center street, put 'em on front street
Next day the front page, 'Who gonna front on me？'
Girls deranked and chumped, I call 'em skank and cunt
Take a trip with the dip bitch to the bank to stunt
Serena Williams, downtown vacant and trump
Who wanna bang her rump, chump, yes I bring the pump
That's why I'm kinda hyped because my money's good
Which means my mind is right, so I got time to write
How I grind at night, next tab, China White
Army hat, army jacket, yes sir my line is right
Diminish his army, we finished the Don P
Now let's get purple like Grimace and Barney, holla
You my crutch man
I gotta come in now
I don't know what Tito's rollin' up
I gotta roll it up myself
I don't know what's in them dutch masters
If you don't crush your own weed up
And put it in the blunt yourself
Your own brother'll hand you some dust
That's what time it is, I gotta come in
Give me two minutes y'all, I'll be back with y'all in a minute
I gotta roll up
16.Get from Round Me
Lyricist：Cameron Giles, Na 'toya Ma' Shea Handy, Laron James, Hannon
Lane
Get from round me
Get from round me
Get from round me
Get from round me
Get from round me
I'm the definition of half lady, half thug
Half crazy, half hazy puffin' on them drugs
Half easy half seasy sippin' on sizzurp
Half rich 'coz you know that girl a hustler
I got my money up now I can pop shit
Still hit that purple blunt fuck a style cris
Fuck around this bitch I got a wild clique
Got you poppin' on fo fos, what now bitch？
I'm one up on you hoes I don't fuck with you hoes
Phony bitches I will dump on you hoes
I be the spotlight chick I stays on the low
Keep my money on my mind and my mind on my doe
When I blow right drove tight, you know that flow like
No other, so gutter, you gotta fuckin' love her
They gotta fuckin' love her, look how them jeans hug her
Playa haters, suck a dick all you cocksuckers
You don't puff what I puff, get from round me
You ain't crunk, you a punk, get from round me
You ain't down to dump when I dump, get from round me
Nigga get from round me, nigga get from round me
And if you a phony ass hoe then get from round me
Broke ass trick with no doe then get from round me
In my grill trying to pimp up all the dro bitch get from round
me
Shawty get from round me, shawty get from round me
Bitches used to down me, teachers used to clown me
Now look I'm made paid screamin', get from round me
You wanna learn how to get rich stick around me
If not get from round me, you hot get from round me
You eat cheese talk to cops, get from round me
Stop man that's not what surround me, nope
Niggas get popped up around me, it's not fun around me
Shot guns around me, bang
Tell a chick if she round me, cook and profound me
If you don't swallow what comes out this dick get from round me
Pimp I stay shrimp get the shit and get from round me
B-Bitch get from round me, get from round me
The big apple's boss get your apple tossed
Come through apple Porsche color of apple sauce
God damn they hound us surround us don't clown us
We on the Greyhound bus with pass get from round us
You don't puff what I puff, get from round me
You ain't crunk, you a punk, get from round me
You ain't down to dump when I dump, get from round me
Nigga get from round me, nigga get from round me
And if you a phony ass hoe then get from round me
Broke ass trick with no doe then get from round me
In my grill trying to pimp up all the dro bitch get from round
me
Shawty get from round me, shawty get from round me
Now when I roll up to the spot you know
See that escalade with the spades 24s
I'm doing big thangs now I got a lot to show
I still ain't content, homey I gotta get more I know
Bitches talk behind my back when they ain't round me
Gossip telling lies on the chick when they ain't round me
Even trying to let my man hit when they ain't round me
Act like everything is prefect when they get round me
I'm a top notch bitch you a vile piece of shit
Your neck broke to zilch I can game a couple bricks
I host my game 80% you could tell by them hits
What we rollin' everywhere the shotgun in the 6
I like to bomb me a bitch, go Sadaam on a bitch
Blow yourself to smithereens goin' strong on them hits
On a high speed paper chase, no time to hesitate
Y'all bitches ain't down, ain't holdin' no pounds, get out my
fuckin' face
You don't puff what I puff, get from round me
You ain't crunk, you a punk, get from round me
You ain't down to dump when I dump, get from round me
Nigga get from round me, nigga get from round me
And if you a phony ass hoe then get from round me
Broke ass trick with no doe then get from round me
In my grill trying to pimp up all the dro bitch get from round
me
Shawty get from round me, shawty get from round me
17.Get Use to This
Lyricist：Rusty Brito, Laron James, Michael Miller, Lawrence Simpson
Dip dip dipset bitch
Dip dip dipset bitch
Dip dip dipset bitch
Let's do it man
I'm in the building
Yo, I started the starters and fathered the fathers who fathered
I slaughter the slaughters and slaughter the slaughters who
slaughtered
I target than spark it, and Pa you'll be part of this target
From artist to artist J.R. is that hardest regardless
Put your fate in his hands, there'll be changin' of plans
A man did, I did it from standin' in rain wit a gram
Now I slither in glitter, Jacob throw glaze on my hand
Shit, D-12 don't even know the name of my band
Man I'm just super fly, two for five, bake the bait
Eight for eight, eight to eight, wait I'm great, haters hate
Cubs come to paper chase, I've dealt with major cake
Ever since Jake the Snake, all I rocked was Bathin' Apes
Ooh yeah hun, those them old Air Ones
Sneaks crispy, 350, you ain't never wear none
I'm a pimp girl, get it through your ear drums
No I'm not tellin' you where you can get a pair from
I'm sicker than sicker, you sicker than sicker now ain't chu
A Picturin' picture, just picture this picture I paint you
I'm swift with the fifth, when I grip it, it spit at an angle
You'll be stiffer than stiff, prick, up sittin' with angels
I'm just doin' me jewelery, blue it be
Pimp's ya pa, it's J.R. hittin' hard, soon you'll see
Act a fool we'll take you back to school like truancy
So give me my respect, I'm the best true indeed
Excuse the Dips, please, we movin' bitch, move
We the truth, we the proof get used to this, yup
Our movements sick, your movements shit
That's a fact have a nap and get used to this, yeah
Excuse the Dips, please, we movin' bitch, move
We the truth, we the proof get used to this, yup
Our movements sick, your movements shit
That's a fact have a nap and get used to this, yeah
Yo, I'm ice chain, bright range, nice rings, splice Caine
Cop the pound, chop it down, rock ya town, pipe game
I can do a price change
What I pack is crunk I don't mean pass the Bronx
When I say ya white plain, look J is built, to let the eighty
tilt
Gun brawl, one call, that'll get you haters killed
Snap, pop, sprayed and peeled, so friend just chill
Look here, I'm in fa mills and I ain't talkin' baby milk
When I spray with the mag, you will play in it glad
That means lay in a bag, like some haters that I had
Hoes I scrap up and rag serious
Shit I ain't talkin' periods when I say pussy stay in my path
I amaze 'em like dag, you ain't a killa please
That ain't no killa weed, them twigs are filled wit' seeds
I hit the Philippines across the river seas
O.C. for weeks where I don't feel the breeze
So I got heifers, whores, with some excellent jaw
Like the vet for sure, who want me to sex them raw
But I X'd them all, get some head in the bed
Then walk the chickenhead right towards the exit door
Just face it my nig', you can't stay with the kid
I got paper, gators, many flavors ya dig
They just hate how I live, 'cuz the only time they see me
Under the wing is when I'm in the basement of my crib
Excuse the Dips, please, we movin' bitch, move
We the truth, we the proof get used to this, yup
Our movements sick, your movements shit
That's a fact have a nap and get used to this, yeah
Excuse the Dips, please, we movin' bitch, move
We the truth, we the proof get used to this, yup
Our movements sick, your movements shit
That's a fact have a nap and get used to this, yeah
18.Aayoo-iight
Killa, Dipset, Santana
Kay Slay in the House
Let's start the year off right
Let's go
Coke, I get it an' gram it, respect the kids that demand it
Girls be lickin' an' stickin', showin' me tits like they Janet
Drivin' a stick is a standard when you sit in the Porsche
Of course the wrist is on force, I put the Cris' in of course
Jump, jump, jump, jump, get your rocks an' roll
Pumpin' on the pump, hit the pump, da da doe
Dat's the cop call, chow bow down, now
Go in girls' ass
Be in Huston with Flip, in Memphis with 6
Atlanta T.I., we handle D.I.
Goddamn, I be fly, high so Cameron D.I.
Bye from hammers to pies, my tan is a 9
Shit, my man, I'mma grind, mixed gram or a dime
The phantom of phantoms, my phantom is lime
Outlandish, we shine, they ain't understandin' my rhymes
How I shoot cannons an' 9s then always vanish in time
Aayoo-iight
When we come through, we hear
Aayoo-iight
When we run through, we hear
Aayoo-iight
When we roll through, we hear
Aayoo-iight
Now lemme hear you say, â½Up did itâ
First one that jump get it, up, get 'em
Let 'em know that the pump did it, up, hit 'em
In his gut with the pump hit 'em, done did 'em
Feed 'em to the birds when we done with 'em
'Coz no way Jose, we play those games
Okay, hombre, we spray those things
With no problemo, my coca bueno
Oh, yes, I'm one loco moreno
I make change, hey, I slang, hey
To the sound of merengue like, â½Ey, ey, ey, ey, ey, eyâ
An' I bomb like La Bamba with bombas, send bombas
To bomb ya with bombs in they bomba
Ya, I'm crazy, homes, with that 80 chrome
So if I tell ya, â½I'mma kill yaâ, send daises home
Aayoo-iight
When we come through, we hear
Aayoo-iight
When we run through, we hear
Aayoo-iight
When we roll through, we hear
Aayoo-iight
Aayoo, I'm tight foul, Doggy Dogg might prowl
Black Rob was like, â½Woah, woahâ, dog, we like, â½Wowâ
A hundred thou', The Child Styles
Ring around the roses, cozy, blaow blaow
I played it down, I'll show you how
Stock Market on the cow, I condone it, wow
Get whatever will work, you'll get leveled to dirt
We be in the O, out from jugglin' work
For whatever it's worth, we be wherever on earth
Gettin' them checks on the first
Shit, it's better than work
Killa
Now I came to bring weight to papo, I heard hey, muchacho
Hey, come here, where's the cane, you 'vatto
Woah, I put the thing to his brain an' pop slow
Woah, woah, it look like a mango popped, yo
No, no, that can't be that thing you popped, yo
Yes, yes, it was, yes, yes, the snub
Hurts like a motherfucker
Yes, yes it does
Aayoo-iight
When we come through, we hear
Aayoo-iight
When we run through, we hear
Aayoo-iight
When we roll through, we hear
Aayoo-iight
19.Real Ni＊＊＊s
Lyricist：Kenneth Gamble, C Giles, Leon Huff, L James, J Jones, D
Pittman
Dip Set, Jim Jones, Freeky
Aight Santana man let's do this
Killa, let's do it man, killa
Aiyyo, I argue with my mother
Spring, summer, fall and winter time
Get that off the table Cam'ron it's dinner time
(What？)
I got a line downstairs ma, I'm in the grind
From ten to nine, you do your business right
Let me attend to mine
You cooking pork anyway, I ain't into to swine
(At all)
You out ya mind, nah
You don't know what's in my mind
I'ma surpass crack, move on to Nasdaq
But still my connects move anthrax on Amtrak
Aiyyo, Cam before the cops rush, close the spot
Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block
They frontin' we throw them shots and laugh at 'em
Shoots from the 4-4 magnum, that's how we get back at 'em
Trap 'em, grab 'em and clap at 'em
Yeah, I do this for my lost tribes and Africans
Who lost lives in battling, 4-5s and hacklin'
I believe in black soldiers, black covers
Black roses on your grave
Snakes and black cobras
Black vultures, rats, roaches
Sleep now, they laughs over
Fucka
You can catch real niggaz
Doing some real things, for real money
'Cause real niggaz get money, real niggaz don't snitch
Real niggaz don't lie for a bitch, real niggaz get rich
You can catch real niggaz
Doing some real things, for real money
'Cause real niggaz get money, real niggaz don't snitch
Real niggaz don't lie for a bitch, real niggaz get rich
Now how you losers want it
(Tell me)
We can war out or ball out
I used to frontin', holmes
I throw away 20s on boots and stuntin'
Waste 50s and abuse my hundreds
I'm getting money, yep, I spend thousands
On the shoes for the coup it's nothing
Plus big truckin' too it's nothing
I lick a shot so he know I meant it
His soldiers dented, so is his rented
Supreme soloist and still co-defendant
And you notice, a mean motorist that blows the fifth on
defendants
Since roota-rooda, yes the Motorola yes sir I'm splendid
You see the furs and pendants, Austin Sigoto, drop though
Hitting curves like Emitt Smith
(From Europe)
If you ain't get it, the fifth will hit your fitted
Clips I get it spitted, flip your wig I really lift it
I'm this burgundy Benz, swervin' B
As I'm watching the snow fall
I'm watching the heads they copping the coke y'all
And to the fiends and junkies, the broken dreams of drunkies
Hoes with low esteem, you know they scream on their monthly
(Shut up bitch)
And to my soldiers rocking green in the country
Keep your dean and stay hungry, let get this cream and get money
Them haters wishing they could see my demise
Break my moms heart, the grief in her eyes
Man that eats me alive, let's roll this weed and get high
This what keep me alive
(Listen to me)
My Dip Gang man, they the peeps that'll ride
Over me the same peeps that have died
If it's me that catch you, you're fried
You can catch real niggaz
Doing some real things, for real money
'Cause real niggaz get money, real niggaz don't snitch
Real niggaz don't lie for a bitch, real niggaz get rich
You can catch real niggaz
Doing some real things, for real money
'Cause real niggaz get money, real niggaz don't snitch
Real niggaz don't lie for a bitch, real niggaz get rich
20.The First (Feat. Cam'Ron, Jimmy Jones ＆ Juelz Santana)
Lyricist：Cameron Giles, Laron L. James, Joseph Jones, Jeffrey J. Tyzik
Come on, yo, yo
Aiyoo my Dipset Taliban, we are not a crew
We're more like a movement, more like in tuned with
The moon and the stars
Some say I soon will be doomed for them bars
But I could be caught, pissy clubs, saloons and some bars
The industry think that they grooming a star nah
I'm more like a thug mis-proving the odds
Run around all crazy the city with my goons in some cars
I tell 'em wake up, wake up
Gotta go get that cake up, break up
Divide that payroll, aiyyoo
Go get that ya-yo, ya-yo, aiyo
Killa, paper, holla at Pedro
On the 8-0 and wait for my son the lay low ba' bro
When I beef, names will be said tool will be spread
Two in your head, body be bagged, eulogy read
Dog in the news will get read
'Cause what I deal with is usually feds on the first
Aiyoo, aiyoo, aiyoo, aiyoo
Aiyoo, aiyoo, aiyoo, aiyoo
It's the first of the month
Ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo
Ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo
It's the first of the month
Aiyoo, aiyoo, aiyoo, aiyoo
Aiyoo, aiyoo, aiyoo, aiyoo
It's the first of the month
Ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo
Ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo
And I'm the type of dude, post up sell drugs on your property
Stone cold hustler, ain't no fucking denying me
I sell drugs in varieties, you want it, I got it
You see it, you like it, we count it, you buy it from me
I'm what the people call a menace to the public society
Fuck 'em I'm riding, my gun on the side of me
Fuck 'em I'm driving, I'm puffing, I'm high as can be
I'm speeding, I'm weaving, I'm bugging my eye on the street
Cam signed to the Roc it's time that we eat
Harlem's back, this time it's for keeps, you rolling or not？
The Takeover's now, y'all focused or not？
We been ready it's just that our promotion was not
But I can't blame no one for this, I'm all right with that
Can't be racist 'cause I sell too much white for that
So I decided I'mma milk these crackers for all they milk and
crackers
Until I'm rich and these mills don't matter
Uh, you niggaz follow my plot？
If not, swallow these shots, Santana swallow your block
I run with enforcers, big dudes and bosses
Black, British and Walter, the phone call will cost ya'
Keep rolling in them caravans acting
We got big trucks with chrome Taliban action
Send one up to Jabar, my nigga maxed in
T-Money's home and he's never going back in
Aiyoo, aiyoo, aiyoo, aiyoo
Aiyoo, aiyoo, aiyoo, aiyoo
It's the first of the month
Ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo
Ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo
It's the first of the month
Aiyoo, aiyoo, aiyoo, aiyoo
Aiyoo, aiyoo, aiyoo, aiyoo
It's the first of the month
Ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo
Ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo
Aiyo, I swear to God
You think I had a violin the way I fiddle triggers
How you older than me and still a little nigga？
On the first, I hate these chickens
Get their check, hair, nails done
Steak and chicken, for they friends
And they kids fly, I ain't open friend
On the 11th, you gonna be broke again
Word to Jehovah man, hoes in they shoes
Barking like a Doberman, coming to see Cam
For some coke again
Shit, it's the first of the month
Yo, I'm the first on the block for the cycle
A rock that is first like shots from a rifle
See they tainted our image, it's fucked up
The way the game painted our image
They say we dangerous people, why？
Because we moving caine to the people
Don't be the reason I be aiming this eagle, my aims to get equal
The first and fifteenth got some restraints on my people
Aiyoo, aiyoo, aiyoo, aiyoo
Aiyoo, aiyoo, aiyoo, aiyoo
It's the first of the month
Ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo
Ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo
It's the first of the month
Aiyoo, aiyoo, aiyoo, aiyoo
Aiyoo, aiyoo, aiyoo, aiyoo
It's the first of the month
Ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo
Ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo
Dipset nigga, Jim Jones, Capo Status
Killah the Don, Juelz Santana, Freeky
Harlem, my Taliban, East Side, B's up
The first and fifteenth we still going through it
Welfare, medicate, some liquor stores
Broadway, seventh, fifteenth, fortieth
Y'all know the struggle, holla
Roc-A-Fella, whoo
21.This Is What I Do
Lyricist：Cameron Giles, Gregory Omar Green, Durell Muhammad, Seon
Thomas
Yea, Killa, what we gettin' ready to do is
Separate the men from the mice, pit from the poodles
An' the villains from the heroes
Dipset, bitch, you know what that means？
You amongst the Diplomat community
This my man, Hell Rell, he locked up
He 'bout to come home, hit 'em Rell
By the time this shit touch the streets
I'll probably be shackled up on a bus wit beats
But I'mma ride anyway, get high anyway
An' let my V.V.S. jewels blind your eyes anyway, fucker
Y'all wannabe gangsta's listen to me
After two years of teachin', you'll get your degree
I took over blocks an' put dope an' coke on it
Subbed niggas out an' put them under my deodorant
Just like my speed stick, nigga, I see chips quicker
So hot, tomorrow I'm droppin' a remix, nigga
An' yea, your top on your six, go 'head, drop that
Just makin' it ways more easier to get popped at, nigga
Roll the haze, let's get higher an' higher
But G, you sellin' me coke, I supplier, supplier
They ask 'bout the flow, yea, it's fire, it's fire
Y'all snitch niggas, y'all was hired to be wired
An' that's my word, fam, I swore to my mother I'd get you
Made a phone call, now I'm done wit the issues
Now all my gorillas gon' come through an' get you
An' murk off in a double nickel, the color of pickles
I got a serious pimp game, I rock a sick chain
Toe the two tone rugger an' roll wit da Dip game
Y'all the type of niggas that will run from da rubble
Holla if y'all want birds, I can front you a couple, nigga
I stack chips, this is what I do
Run through divas, give 'em to my crew
Send work out of town, this is what I do
Be wit my niggas, this is what I do
I stack chips, this is what I do
Run through divas, give 'em to my crew
Send work out of town, this is what I do
Be wit my niggas, this is what I do
Shorty thought I had plans of spousin' her
I just wanted to have sex on the couch wit her
Do it in the mouth wit her
Give her a few bricks, make her take it down south wit her
I'm 'bout my scrilla, come fuck wit your nigga
An' all these haters wanna buss at your nigga
An' try to do me, so I rock the Uzi under the coogy
This shit you gon' feel in your bones
They ask if I'm down wit the Roc
'Cause I be wit Killa an' Jones
I just put rocks on da block an' rock rocks on my wrist
Get your hardest nigga, he ain't poppin' like this
Anybody I'm tossin', nigga, this is hungry season
We stopped flossin', you an' your mans is gettin' it
Where's our portion？
Yo, Killa, only reason they killas
When they buss in their hoes, they make 'em get abortions
Smoke dro, flow awesome
I got two guns, you got two guns, let's have a foursome
See, I start a riot in a minute, supply it if you sniff it
I'm givin' out samples, go 'head try it, it's terrific
The crack head love me, females wanna hug me, kiss me
Buy the whole pack wit crumbled up fifties
â½Don't cop from that nigga, Rellâ, is what you tell the
fiends
We gettin' all the money 'cause the dimes look like jellybeans
A few blocks an' the lock an' key, but I need a world
So it's time to lay pressure game down, like Preacher Earl
Everybody pay up or gon' get sprayed up
This year, I'mma get my name back an' my weight up
Go see primo, razor blade the plate up
Make some packs an' some workers an' start rackin' cake up
This is what I do
I stack chips, this is what I do
Run through divas, give 'em to my crew
Send work out of town, this is what I do
Be wit my niggas, this is what I do, nigga
I stack chips, this is what I do
Run through divas, give 'em to my crew, nigga
Send work out of town, this is what I do, nigga
Be wit my niggas, this is what I do, nigga
This is what he does, Killa, Santana, Jim Jones
Freaky, Tito here tonight, whole Taliban, Brozzy
45th side, Diplomats, man, see what we do, man
This is not a motherfuckin' joke
Holla at your boy, that's seven digit cake, man
22.Hey Ma (Remix)
Cam'Ron- Hey Ma Remix, Diplomats Records.. let's go
(Cam'Ron add libs in background)
(Toya)
I like it, you like it
I love it, you love it
You want it, I gut it
There's no need for you to be afraid
(Cam'Ron)
Yo, where my baby at？ Not home
I heard her drop's chrome
V-12, uh-oh my little girl done got grown
Stocks grown, whereabouts are not known
But she check on the kid- hit the block phone
See you beat your girl
You need to free your girl
Let her breathe, B, go see the world
Wanna lock it down like she on punishment
That's why every time I hit it dog, I punish it
(Toya)
Let me tell ya why I seen you many times
Can't describe the way you make me feel
Hang over his or mine, you gut me feelin' high
Could chemistry be the real？
Boy it's so true that I'm wanting you
Can we hook up and spend some time？
You're the first one, boy the only one
That's always on my mind
(Hook： Toya)
In a summer day, in the winter time
When you breathe the heat, gutta make you mine
And I'm liking all the things you do
Can I get the chance to know you, so come on
(Chorus： Toya)
I like it, you like it
No need to front when I'm around
I love it, you love it
That's why you keep on starin' me down
You want it, I gut it
And I'm telling you that
There's no need for you to be afraid
I like it
(Toya)
So you walkin' by, again you caught my eye
I knew right then you were the one I needed in my life
So check a lid and find, I nearly lost my mind
When you graced me with your presence for the second time
Let's get together and do whatever
There's no need for you to waste your time
Wanna make moves, if it's alright with you
Hit me up so we can chill sometime
(Hook)
(Chorus)
(Cam'Ron)
Hey Ma, what's up？
Yes, you rather high
That car I copped？ I just had to drop
It for you though- paint the thing apricot
When you take off, you'll feel like an astronaut
When I get pulled, Mom, I say pass the glock
Stash the rocks, F cops, smash the drop
Watch them go from Ben and turn to dope Shay
Via speaker Louie now her gold is rosy
(Juelz)
Hey Ma, what's up？
Let's slide- I gut the ride parked right outside
And once again we must discuss something
Calm down, don't touch nothin'
Remember I still ain't crush nothin'
I ain't tryin' a be rude
I'm liking your groove, liking your move
The red stripe on your shoes
Those are Prada, right？ Damn, I'm her type
She tryin to get to know me
I'm trying to pop tonight cuz
(I like it, you like it)
So let's do it- let's move it baby
Once again we up the west side
Only difference is she leaning on my left side
Playin with this, damn!
I call Cam, know he waitin for this shit
Phone rings (know he waitin for this)
Yo, Cam (What up？)
I stuffed (Say word)
That's right (That's right)
(And ya'll got it on toniiiight)
(Toya)
I like the way you move the things you do to me
Your smile got me feelin' you
Your attitude your style goes out on 23
I know you're feelin' me
I like it, you want it, so get up on it!
(Chorus x3)
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