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(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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| 3:39 |
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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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| 3:54 |
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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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| 3:25 |
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| 7. |
| 5:01 |
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(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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| 2:34 |
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| 4:25 |
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| 12. |
| 1:04 |
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| 13. |
| 3:59 |
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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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| 3:44 |
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| 3:54 |
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| 4:31 |
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| 17. |
| 4:04 |
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(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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| 3:07 |
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[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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