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The Diplomats
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Dipset Symphony
Diplomats I don't give a fuck who's first or who's last The Dipset is gonna rock this shit out at a drop of a brick, nigga I don't care what y'all say, I don't care what y'all do But y'all better rep Harlem until the god-damned music is through Mister C, let's Go
All eyes on the honorable, who? Dipset, back to the grill again live at the barbecue Beefs on, all my kids ride like a carnival Heats drawn, all you kids lie, like carpet do
Get up and get ready, what up? The kids ready Now that I'm back, the game is fucked, the bitch let me You front, you stunt, you get heat clown Yeah, punks jump up, to get beat down
Now eight years ago, I played the bench with dimes Everybody in my park was getting bent off dimes Pitchin' packs on the block, tryin' to get us some sneakers Sippin' yak, Henney, rock, puffin' nickels of reefer
I'm pumpin' on the strip, in the midst of the drug trade I'm watching for the blitz in the midst of the drug raid For niggas gotta eat, it's like my stomach is touching back New York's ryder man, for you suckers I'm fuckin' back
Now, can I kick it? Yes, I can They wanna know if I'm G'd up, yes, I am Look, I over-paid my dues, I almost made the news The block kinda hot but the coke came on move
If I was a brick, you wouldn't know what to do with me You'd probably cook me up, get a stem, and start using me Nobody built me, I made myself and You don't know how to shoot guns, you'd graze yourself
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I was a fiend, before I became a teen It was dreams, toss for the latest beams Made in cream 'cuz hey, they kept the kept the powder in the tray Way before it was maybelene
I'm into major stacks, major stats, hate on that Cam, holla 'cuz I'm gonna bring his label plaques That ain't made of plat, whoa, your jewelery ain't gold You cop ya jewelery from Hov, they all fade to black
When I was nine years old, I realized who was a roll [Unverified] At the end I cop a Benz when I chop some O's, Forty Smokin' lye, optimoz, poppin' mo's, we both shoppin' [Unverified]
Difference is you coppin' clothes, I'll show you how to drop a rolls Whether a phantom or a flower, I'm a killa like Jaffi Joe I'm from where they made the cocky flow While hoes puck up on my stick, like you trying to hit a hockey goal
I keep a nine in my dresser, lyrical professor Keep you under pressure, ain't a nigga better Mind like a computer, sick shooters You'll get finned, go to war with six shooters
I bone bitches with coupes and big hooters Give head, and piff buddha, pump bricks and sip luha Ha you hard, you runnin' with state troopers My niggas is straight shooters, cock back, and straight shoot ya
Not in my book, never that nigga I'll ask y'all niggas to go till the motherfuckin' beat stops When I had the dipset right, I had Juelz Santana, Jim Jones Hell Rell, JR Writer, 40 Cal, Un kasa, Dipset forever, nigga Mister C signin' off, Duke Da God
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