Diplomats - 40 Cal lyrics

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[40 Caliber]<br />

Aiyo, the heat do spray<br />

Oh dough, too cheap, toupee<br />

I just blow his wig off like a C2K<br />

I don't care what ya people say<br />

When ya whole team fags, call your crew B2Gay<br />

What you know about Couversier and the Denali gray<br />

Halle Berry, Halle Robertson, that's how a holiday<br />

I play the dotty way, bring it where ya mommy stay<br />

See the gun, put ya hands up like hip hop hooray<br />

I'm a Dr. Dre, stacks is high<br />

Niggaz comin' at me wrong, and I ask 'em why<br />

And they don't have the right answer, like Allen I.<br />

Then put ya hands between ya legs, kiss ya ass goodbye<br />

And get ya, squad aware, Harlem's here<br />

And if we ain't got Roc on, we got Rob 'Em Wear<br />

Cardiare, army's, safari gear<br />

With coke, will line up more heads than a barber chair<br />

Them my fiend niggaz<br />

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[Chorus 2x: 40 Caliber]<br />

This is 40 Cal., and the forty thou'<br />

Every forty miles and running, screaming shorty wild<br />

Laugh, flows, crack on the stove<br />

When you hear that 4-0, act like you know<br />

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[40 Caliber]<br />

40, I can show you how to get a mean stack<br />

Supply you with crack that'll get your fiends back<br />

Trust me, so keep talking and get ya team clapped<br />

Gun smoking so much, it need a nicotine patch<br />

And I'mma chain smoker, you got a chain, I smoke ya<br />

Throw 'em on the M track, that's how I train doja's<br />

Broke niggaz lie and steal, I leave 'em lyin' still<br />

You got a watch, you dead, that's time to kill<br />

It ain't right and when I show 'em the iron pills<br />

I'mma bomb threat, you just a little fire drill<br />

I buy out deals, why? 'cause I rhyme reals<br />

So don't think it's millions, when I hit you with the 9 mil'<br />

I'm like a mind field, niggaz scared to step to me<br />

Drop two freestyles, already want the best of me<br />

See what the Roc cooking up, this the recipe<br />

Dipset Byrdgang, told you, consectively<br />

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[40 Caliber]<br />

Touch my jewels, niggaz love to palm a grenade<br />

My gun hold twelve shells, like a carton of eggs<br />

Ya'll know dudes from Harlem get paid<br />

But I ain't talk about money, when it cost you an arm and a leg<br />

Sparking up haze in the Garcia Veg', have you cleaning my house<br />

That's the one way ya squad'll be me<br />

Sparkin' the gaze, like barbers that fade<br />

I turn ya head to the Red Sea, and I put a part in ya waves<br />

I'm why niggaz smoke a carton a day, I blow ya father way<br />

Just to make you go, farther away<br />

'cause in my hood, you try to floss fresher than Manny<br />

You be sweet Vicks like the cough medicine candy<br />

You mad my tom' heavy and fancy<br />

Your money come in light bills, like ConEdison family<br />

Tuck whammies in a mini hoster, so when I hit you with the grand slam<br />

Fuck Sammy, call me Semi Sosa<br />

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