Diplomats - Dipset Symphony lyrics
rate me[Mister C: Intro]<br />
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, Lets Go!<br />
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[Juelz Santana]<br />
All eyes on the honorable, who?<br />
DipSet, back to the grill again live at the barbeque<br />
Beefs on, all my kids ride like a carnival<br />
Heats drawn, all you kids lie, like carpet do<br />
Get up and get ready, what up, the kids ready<br />
Now that im back, the game is fucked, the bitch let me<br />
You front, you stunt, you get heat clown<br />
Yeah, punks jump up, to get beat down<br />
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[Jim Jones]<br />
Now eight years ago, I played the bench with dimes<br />
Everybody in my park was getting bent off dimes<br />
Pitchin packs on the block, tryin' to get us some sneakers<br />
Sippin yak, henney, rock, puffin nickels of reefer<br />
I'm pumpin on the strip, in the midst of the drug trade<br />
Im watching for the blitz in the midst of the drug raid<br />
For niggas gotta eat, it's like my stomach is touching back<br />
New York's ryder man, for you suckers im fuckin back<br />
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[Hell Rell]<br />
Now can I, kick it?<br />
Yes I can<br />
They wanna know if im G'd Up<br />
Yes I am<br />
Look, I over-paid my dues, I almost made the news<br />
The block kinda hot but the coke came on move<br />
If I was a brick, you wouldn't know what to do with me<br />
You'd probably cook me up, get a stem, and start using me<br />
Nobody built me, I made myself and<br />
You don't know how to shoot guns, you'd graze yourself<br />
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[J.R. Writer]<br />
I Was a fiend, before i became a teen<br />
It was dreams, toss for the latest beams (urh)<br />
Made in cream, 'cause hey, they kept the kept the powder in the tray<br />
Way before it was maybelene <br />
Im into major stacks, major stats, hate on that<br />
Cam, holla 'cause im gonna bring his label plaques<br />
That aint made of plat, whoa, your jewellery aint gold<br />
You cop ya jewellery from Hov, they all fade to black<br />
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[40 Cal]<br />
When I was nine years old i realized who was a roll (?)<br />
At the end i cop a benz when i chop some O's, Forty<br />
Smokin lye, optimoz, poppin mo's, we both shoppin? <br />
Difference is you coppin clothes, I'll show you how to drop a rolls, <br />
Whether a phantom or a flower, I'm a killa like Jaffi Joe<br />
Im from where they made the cocky flow<br />
While hoes puck up on my stick, like you trying to hit a hockey goal<br />
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[Un Kasa]<br />
I keep a nine in my dresser, lyrical professer<br />
Keep you under pressure, aint a nigga better<br />
Mind like a com-puter, sick shooters<br />
You'll get finned, go to war with six shooters<br />
I bone bitches with coupes and big hooters<br />
Give head, and piff buddha, pump bricks and sip luha<br />
Ha you hard, you runnin with state troopers<br />
My niggas is straight shooters, cock back, and straight shoot ya<br />
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[Mister C: Outro]<br />
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
