DIPSET everything Yah nigga, Drop the top on your muthafuckin ride Okay I'm sure you heardHe's back in the building It's official ticial Hell Rell DipSet all day nigga let's do it Talk to me I talk back Yea YeaNow I'm a hustla he's a hustla we some motherfuckin hustlaz wouldn't you love you be a hustla too? Talk to me I'm a gangsta he's a gangsta we some motherfuckin gangstaz wouldn't you love to be a gansgsta too? Yo, from a lonely jail cell back to the bricks Its Hell Rell motherfucker from the the the Dips! See I got to put work back on the street again Bounce back on my feet again Gators back on my feet again Bought some guns these haters back with the beef again Red-dot them infared lasers back on the heat again And they wanna lock me up throw away the key Cuz I'm sitting on enough coke to throw away a key Fuck em you wanna kill me come and do it I don't give a fuck Diplomats live it up Clack Clack give it up Hard dick have money what I give a slut Chocolate Escalade call that this nigga truck My gun bust need I say more Now I've got my moms telling me I should pray more Mami please I don't get on my knees that shit ain't for geez I'm bout to take my ass to hell for all the triggers I squeeze (Let's go) Now I'm a hustla he's a hustla we some motherfuckin hustlaz wouldn't you love you be a hustla too? Now talk to me I'm a gangsta he's a gangsta we some motherfuckin gangstaz wouldn't you love to be a gansgsta too? Holla at me I'm a ridah he's a rider we some motherfuckin ridaz wouldn't you love to be a rider too? Holla at me Hell Rell, Dipset, Bird gang, what's good Wouldn't you like to be a gangsta too? Talk to me! Yea I'm still gettin out So what the judge boost the bail Niggaz run around saying what they gonna do to Rell(Nothin) Two P-89's on me call me Ruger Rell Y'all niggaz talk about your bodies I don't shoot and tell And you still playing you ain't even close to culture First you up then you down what you rollercoaster? Tre pound rubber grip what my holster holding And there's a baby being born a fiend overdoser Must have been my dope that did em man I party on the yacht with some hoes or her pigeon friends You tell a slut you love her and miss her hug her and kiss her I fuck her and diss her probably was your cousin or sister I got mami sucking dick, put product on the strip Spray a nigga pay a nigga just to bottle up a brick But I'm trying to make sure that my dust move A young nigga what I was laid I hamma dosage For that paper snatch you daughter up Cruise pulling Porches up Cam I'm hungry now go head and kick your Air Jordans up Put your hand on me your moms'll get it in the mail I was buzzing more than you when I was sitting in a cell All the streets wanted to know was where's Hell Rell There go Jim there go Killa but where's Hell Rell There go Freaky Santana but where's Hell Rell I'm here now everybody thanks for all the fan mail But fuck a bitch I don't love them either (Naw) The powder black the coke is white so when I cook it's like jungle fever A couple niggaz going to be shot in their face Robbed for every dollar that they got in their safe See I'm something like a phe-no-me-non (Yea) I kidnap your kids with their pajamas on (Yea) And I still slap a nigga just for stepping on my white on whites I'm in the hood like peeling cheese and Mike and Ikes
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DIPSET any Soldiers Be all you can be This No Limit shit tho... We in this for life This not just a job baby This an adventure, ya heard me? Now if you real, keep it real But if you fake, then you phony Nigga Go join the navy, You can't fuck with this army I gave a couple niggaz some tanks and I want 'em back Nigga sent me some beats...But I don't want that In '89 I had a Benz, you ain't had a buck I bought your only fuckin house, and your first fuckin truck You pawn your rolley boy? Oh...you doin' bad? Stop trickin' to them hoes, and you wouldn't be on your ass Now when times got hard You ran your mouth like a bitch Sold your soul to the devil, when you ran with other cliques You ain't no soldier boy Take that tat off your stomach Nigga talkin' bout he love me But bitch you love my money Now if greed come between me and my niggaz May god bless his soul And I hope he forgive me These fake niggaz gon' fall off We gonna be around for a minute Thats why niggaz, shoot shots and run We stick around and finish Now...see me dogg? I'm around to win it And I don't fuck around with you niggaz Stop step the fuck away from around my Bentley I'm bought to blow off these fake niggaz head Sayin' "whats wrong with Slim?" Them niggaz fake P That's why theres no fuckin' songs with them We put our money together Just like we started with crack We let a couple niggaz shine We bought to take it back You know its mic's now nigga We started with gats Let a nigga play me on the streets So dogg, I ain't gonna start with this rap Gonna let them fake niggaz go Thats how we gonna settle down If we hustle we stil be rich bitch...if we never rap
Let's do it! Santana, Jim Jones, Killa, Freekey How long we gon' have this shit on lock, man? Yes sir, you gave me the right track KanyeListen - I been coppin them pieces Maybe that's part of the reason I feel like a boxer: bobbin and weavin But I'm gettin head She's bobbin and weavin (yes sir) I'm grabbin her neck to stop her from breathin I'ma wild out until I part with my breathin Until I'm sparked out and leakin Part of the cement I need something pure, like from the Garden of Eden (why?) Wouldn't mind making her part of my achivements (what happened) Cause when music discourage my pride (who was there?) Zeke the only one with courage to ride The ride's so dirty inside Seems like we were playin in mud Hazin' it up, grams gave us the snub (she was buggin) Who ill? A check for two mill And a cheap case, defaced, blue still, true stills I got stories that my soul can sing Flip water like Poland Spring And I'ma hold them thingsLook - talk to 'em Look - my fella said you been coppin' a lot Latest caper? Propellers on top of the drop But fuck it, who ever thought I would rock at the Roc? (Killa!) Top a top on top of the top But yo - nothing definite I chop up the rocks And I stop up the drop +Blocka Blocka+ the block Hello mate, yellow tape, helicopter your spot What you wanted is not what you got And I pop up them cops Cause dogg, it ain't about Cam (It ain't about me) I got a son homeboy, it's about Cam (For that?) It's about being +Bout It+ If you're not, you're ass backwards My mathematics cause cash matters (That's important) Little niggaz need to sit up and read If the town's too hot, get up and leave Niggaz always got a trick up their sleeve (always) Nigga like me - I always got a brick up my sleeve And that's foreverShit, I was two blocks from coppin dust I used to hop the bus Now look dogg, ain't nobody hot as us Girls, they gotta rush Shit, they gotta blush Wanna go in the mall just to shop with us To how they piss and bitch how they ran a mile Fuck Killa Cam, they in love with Cameron Giles Damn, I gotta smile Hundred grand, I demand it Cot damnit the boy the boy done done it child And that's forever man You hear it, uh huh We here, I love y'all man It's nothing boy Dash, Hoffa, Young Guru What's really good? Holla at your boy I might have this shit on lock man Kanye, Harlem, Chicago, Columbus, Holla Chicago, you have your own Kanye West on the track Harlem, you know who the fuck I am - Killa! We just want you's to know Diplomats is here We ain't going nowhere Holla at the boy boy, let's ride out man
fuck it listen to dipset Yup yup ok Yea!(yea) Juelz Santana More Crack What the game been missin in stores soon Green Lantern Armaggedon in stores soon Santana! C'Mon[Juelz Santana:] OKay! (some other shit) Ay! Yea! Juelz Santana U Know Where my fat bitches at? (Where they at) Where my fat bitches at? (I need to see ya'll man) We gon do this one a little different (just a lil bit) Cuz i got so much luv for ya'll (o shit) I had to take the time out to do it like this[Chorus:] If you feelin over weight girl (drop a couple pounds, drop a couple pounds, Drop a couple pounds) If your stomach bigger than your ass bitch (drop a couple pounds, drop a couple pounds, drop a couple pounds) If you ate too many snacks girl (drop a couple pounds, drop a couple pounds, drop a couple pounds) Now if you cant see your shoes and you dont know what to do Better hit the gym girl stop eatin all the food[Juelz Santana:] this for my fat chicks who dont like things They like Hagindas, You know ice cream You got big drawers You eat banana boats That aint a diet girl, here, try some cantalope Dammit! Your belly and your hips big Babygirl look like she had 10 kids So Start excersizing for more than 10 minutes You gon need a couple hours thats just the beginning So dont try to cheat girl Dont try to eat Know that food is callin you but u dont gotta speak And stop walking out lookin nasty chick Tryin to ask me shit Tryin to pass me chips(doritos) And you know you aint sexy You fat as shit You should think about it, take a second HMMM?! Maybe stash them sweets And think about before the next time you fatass speaks[Chorus:] If you feelin over weight girl (drop a couple pounds, drop a couple pounds, Drop a couple pounds) If your stomach bigger than your ass bitch (drop a couple pounds, drop a couple pounds, drop a couple pounds) If you ate too many snacks girl (drop a couple pounds, drop a couple pounds, drop a couple pounds) Now if you cant see your shoes and you dont know what to do Better hit the gym girl stop eatin all the food HA![Speaking:] I mean do what you do girl I be fuckin with you baby! Luv Yaself I mean i think that fat comedian bitch, Monique, is one of the baddest bitches out there I mean thats just what i think, you know (you crazy boy) Dip Set Bitch Holla at your motherfuckin boy, juelz santanayo JR?, they've been waitin' for you dawg, they've been asking you ready? Dipset, Lets Go, Writer To all my hustlers, rock smugglers, stugglers block bubblers, pushers, cookers' pot jugglers Whats the word y'all, Flip that herb raw Clap, (clap clap) thats the bird-call If the cops are comin', get to hop n' runnin' Quick and drop that onion, ain't no stoppin' young'un Put away that herb raw, let'us know the word whore Clap, (clap clap) thats the bird-call i still be where the weed flip, and the peas with the trees lit so much water in the order, its just leaving them sea sick but its me in my V6, trying to skeet on her bead lips they dont know, like im trying to keep her a secret act wrong, chrome, passin me dome next minute, shit im finished, she'll be flaggin' it home but i always keep a straggler, thats known to bone and run through a lap, faster than marion jones man listen, i still got them grams flippin tan pitchen, corner to the damn kitchen gained a couple fans having made the transition but im still in the hood like a transmission no cat can match me, i'm passin fastly who half as nasty i got it locked from here, all the way to cackalacky but keep a mac for scrapping, thinkin' its just laffy taffy shit this beat dun be the only thing clappin' at me To all my hustlers, rock smugglers, stugglers block bubblers, pushers, cookers' pot jugglers Whats the word y'all, Flip that herb raw Clap, (clap clap) thats the bird-call If the cops are comin', get to hop n' runnin' Quick and drop that onion, ain't no stoppin' young'un Put away that herb raw, let'us know the word whore Clap, (clap clap) thats the bird-call (Cam, dash, hoffa) Damn, Homie In high school you was the man homie thats what a fan told me (shhhit) same old cat, get his Kangol clapped brains blown back, this is dame, but dame dont rap shame on black, the game's so whack dame sunk some children from in front of yo buildin' straight to a hudred million bad pimpin pimpin', bad actin' dawgy getcha limp on pimpin', if they actin' froggy tell'em back up off me, i come down clappin forty pow thats a badder story, not in my category mess around, dame held def jam down supporting my back, jackin' and they left their pounds red-neck found, tech tech pound duck duck goose, pump pump shoot, shoot lets get down it may seem petty, but we all turn mean deadly for green-fetti, my whole team ready To all my hustlers, rock smugglers, stugglers block bubblers, pushers, cookers' pot jugglers Whats the word y'all, Flip that herb raw Clap, (clap clap) thats the bird-call If the cops are comin', get to hop n' runnin' Quick and drop that onion, ain't no stoppin' young'un Put away that herb raw, let'us know the word whore Clap, (clap clap) thats the bird-call this ain't only bars and tracks, this is for the hardest cats flippin all the harder back, make them catch a heart attack when you see the narcs attack lemme know, start to clap, clap ,clap but start with he deals, your pa be on chill the car is DeVille, is real ill heart in the grill its far in my mills Cruise the city with the semi or the celly on skinnies like i'm starving my wheels
its time for a 187 its time for a murder if you a G load your shit up im going to let you live psych {bang} the clarence street superstars keep one up in tha chamber when i catch ya you murda you stuck on your back stuck like a turtle you begging for your life im gonna give you something to feel alright{bang}{bang}
the diplomats cephalic carnage As I Sit Back Relaxed Wit Her Head In My Lap In The Back Of The Bentley Gettin Head From The Back(You Know) And She Don't Got No Head Full Of Naps So Im Pushin On Her Head From The Back Gimmie That(Gimmie That) Up And Down Down And Up Gimmie That Laffy Taffy Came On She Gave Me Head To The Snaps Like(Doom Doom, Doom Doom Doom) She Made Me Like The Song She Wrong, Yea She Like Action She Like Work She Suck Dick Like A Vaccum Suck Dirt, I Call Her My Quicker Picker Upper Cause She Quick To Pick The Nut Up Quicker Than A Nigga Tell Her Pick The Nut Up Ya Dig, Bitch Now Let Me Tell You About That Six Shot Luger That I Keep For You Busters If You Twitch Ill Shoot Ya, Ill Buck Ya, Ill Bang Ya, Ill Move Ya Like A Dead Car Battery Trust Me Ill Boost Ya No Car Cables, Ill Hang You Like A Hanger In The Closet, No Coat On The Hanger, Just Hangin In The Closet, Boy, I Can Just Leave You Where You Stand Or Just Shoot Ya In The End And Just Meet You Where You Land. I Came To Rep My Hood I Gotta Ride Clean I Gotta Smoke Good Pullin On Big Fat Cigars Like Suge I Aint Gotta Explain Whatâs Already Understood Baby Im A G Im Trying To Get Full That Hot Ass 380 Keep Ya Warm Like Wool Niggas Talkin Shit I Wish Nigga Would Boy Smellin Like Shit From A Bull Boy I Gotta Lot But I Can Never Get Enough Man Them 26 Inches Got The Low Low Sittin Up Mamma I Can Fix Ya So U Need To Hook It Rocky Marciano How I Beat The Pussy Up Nigga You Aint No Piranha Playin Pussy Gettin Fucked Hit A Nigga From A Hundered Yards Like (Click), Shit You Really Dont Understand Dog Chopper Split Yo Ass In Half And They Can Share Ya'll Thats The Game Stop Lookin For A Fair Call Pussycat Niggas Watch Em Cough Up A Hairball Lookin At Niggas Like Why You Gotta Stare Dog Choppas Cut Heads Off It Doesnt Cut Hair Off These Niggas Air Soft Yeah Soft Shell Tacos Mild Sauce Move The Ferrari Like A Wild Horse Or Ill Get Chofered Like A Mob Boss Yeah Feel My Swagger Nigga Im Softer Than A Night Sword Blade And Dagger Dont Play Wit Me Bastard Dont Play Wit Me Casper Duct Tape Dont Break The Wrapper Ill Sell It To Em Whole And Theyll Pay Me Faster, Bitch Make Me Rich If Not Make Me Cum Then Make Me Grits Bitch Blow On These Dice Make Me Rich Then Watch Me Bet My Whole Hand On A Eight Or A Six, A Ten Or A Four, A Five Or Nine Hey Hey Little Rappers Its Survival Time. Now Ive Been Drinking Dat Sizurp And Im Drunk As Fuck And Im Ready To Fiiiight Niggers Lookin At Me Like I Dont Get It Poppin Imma Kill Sumbody Toniiiight And I Dont Never Ever Get Into Beef Wit Out Squeezing Off Ma Niiiine And All Ma Niggers And Ma Bitches If You Fuck Wit Da Dips Get Reay To Riiide Now All Ma G's In N.Y Carry Big 4'5 Chicago L.A Prefer Dem A.Ks And All Phillie Niggers Is Mack Millie Niggers Every Thug In St.Louie Bought An Oozie Come On Now Wen Rell Says Dump You Get Up And Dump Let Off Da Pump And Let Them Lil Pellits Eat It For Lunch I Got Every Body Wachin Me Im Fillin Da Streets Imma Bout To Show These Lil Niggers Why Killer Recruted Me Im Young Im Hungry Im Fresh Outta Clinton Got Bitches Bringin Me Money Im Still Pimpin From Dat Last Lil Shoot Out U Still Limpin Imma Finish U Off Tonight Hustle Get Off Da White It Wont Stop Till Da Hands On Da Rollie Spins And Ma Mink Is Made Outta Coyote Skin The Way Im Stuntin So Hard Shoud Be A Holy Sin And Every Time I Cock 5 Cop Will Throw Me A 10 Ma Lil Niggers Will Kill You Just Floss Look At These Diamonds Their Real Blue In Dem Cross Wuts Poppin In Da Hood Well Do In Da Porshe Nigger Yous A Worker Im Real Cool Wit Ur Boss Ill Get You Fired Re-Hired For A Lesser Salary Im On Da Move These Cops Stay Forver After Me Never Taste Bon Refer Look At Your Boy Im In The James Bond Beemer With A St. Tompt Diva Now Ive Been Drinking Dat Sizurp And Im Drunk As Fuck And Im Ready To Fiiiight Niggers Lookin At Me Like I Dont Get It Poppin Imma Kill Sumbody Toniiiight And I Dont Never Ever Get Into Beef Wit Out Squeezing Off Ma Niiiine And All Ma Niggers And Ma Bitches If You Fuck Wit Da Dips Get Reay To Riiide Ok Get Ready (Its The Invasion) Ive Been A Sin Ben Is Sick Movin Like Emma Smith And Ma Fifth And Da Shit Dat Ill Be Da End Of It Ends I Get Enderless 10 Is Kips Plenty Chips Oozie Keep Movin Dats Wut I Call Extended Clips Jay's Sick And Kate Get An 8 Flipper The Don Won And Louie Va Ton Sawde Slippers I Cant Stray Sliver Do These Streets Wit Out Getting Spotted More Times Than Weight Lifters Dummy I Was Hot Hunnie In Da Drop Humped Feet In Ma Socks Dundie Gives Me Crocs Alagaters Dummie Im A Cop I Walk Through The Damn Poles They Turned Me For A Box Slapped Pack Those Things Back Slapped Ur Dame Im Back Packed Thats That Thats Crack Cocane U Back Track Track Back Half Ass Bro Main Clap Back Macks Straped Kept At The Trojan Now Ive (Brrrap) Been Drinking Dat Sizurp And Im Drunk As Fuck And Im Ready To Fiiiight Niggers Lookin At Me Like I Dont Get It Poppin Imma Kill Sumbody Toniiiight And I Dont Never Ever Get Into Beef Wit Out Squeezing Off Ma Niiiine And All Ma Niggers And Ma Bitches If You Fuck Wit Da Dips Get Reay To Riiide