Diplomats

Diplomats - I Really Mean It lyrics

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[Woman singing in background]<br />

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[Intro: Jimmy Jones]<br />

You see man<br />

Let's get off of that lame man<br />

Let's get into what we like to do man<br />

This what we do preferably man<br />

We bring that powerful music to your table man<br />

Killa, let 'em know something<br />

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[Cam'Ron]<br />

Young Guru, Just Blaze, Killa, Diplomats, huh<br />

Juelz Santana, Jim Jones, Freaky Zekey<br />

Hoffa, Dash, huh, Killa, huh<br />

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Ya'll niggas dreamed it, I have seen it<br />

Body warm, heart anemic (I really mean it)<br />

Coke, a nigga steamed it, fiends I leaned 'em<br />

Beemer leaned it (I really mean it)<br />

Guns, really beaming, rarely miss, what's really good?<br />

Bikes, wheelie and creamin' (I really mean it)<br />

I'm a genius, poppadopalis, never leaning<br />

On your Zenith (I really mean it)<br />

Killa, bury more mutts, they actually all ducks<br />

Caddy more trucks, it's daddy Warbucks<br />

And you Orphan Annie<br />

Ma, take off your panties<br />

Sea soft and sandy (I really mean it)<br />

Yeah, let's get lost in candy<br />

I got lost in Boston, Austin, flossin' of course Miami<br />

Reno, Nevada sip pino colada<br />

Mama I'm seen on the Prada (I really mean it)<br />

I rock more in Phoenix road to glory<br />

Seen it, you seen it (I really mean it)<br />

The game abuse it, it's pain in music<br />

But this year, wrist wear remains the bluest<br />

I get lame and lose it, beef came to do it<br />

Aim and shoot it, flames 'til your brains the fluid<br />

Ya'll just kids, see what I just did, take a couple bars off<br />

Let Just {Blaze} live<br />

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[Jim Jones]<br />

Yeah, now that's powerful music man<br />

You need to pop something and roll something (I really mean it)<br />

Killa we did it man, I got your back forever, Dip Set (I really mean it)<br />

And them lames, we pop them sideways and drag them faggots (I really mean it)<br />

<br />

[Cam'Ron]<br />

Ok, we back in<br />

Mami listen (I really mean it)<br />

Hey yo lock my garage, rock my massage<br />

Fuck it, bucket by Osh Kosh Bgosh<br />

Golly I'm gully, look at his galoshes<br />

Gucci, gold, platinum plaque collages<br />

From collabos, ghost writing for assholes<br />

Want to use my brain, than give Killa mad dough<br />

It's all good, increase Killa cash flow<br />

Increase my fame, that's why Killa smash hoes<br />

You'll get side swiped, look at my life<br />

First movie ever, merked out Mekhi Phife<br />

And papi got jerked out of pies twice<br />

Dip Set, we working with five dice<br />

Cee-lo and craps, c-notes and stacks<br />

I send bodies with, read this note attached<br />

Ya youngin' fucked with boys in the hood<br />

Gave her a son like Ricky, from 'Boyz in the Hood'<br />

On the couch bloody, old lady sighing<br />

Wifey screaming (I really mean it)<br />

Pissy little baby crying<br />

Fuck upped man shit, there you seen it (I really mean it)<br />

Fam man, you terry cloth, that mean you very soft<br />

Gravy Mercedes, add the cranberry sauce<br />

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[Jim Jones]<br />

Yeah, gangstas ride man, Flex we got you, guns up (I really mean it)<br />

And all my ladies man, the ghettos a diddy, I need you, I want you (I really mean it)<br />

Oh, pop something, roll something, get twisted, that's on Jim nigga (I really mean it)<br />

Harlem! Man we here to stay, it's nothing left to say man (I really mean it)<br />

Eastside, and as for that lame man, now see I ain't even gone say your last name<br />

'cause that's mine, I catch you, you know what it is<br />

You faggot!<br />

I ain't gone get to hyped over you man, we gone bury you<br />

Holla!<br />

See if you bout it, bout it<br />

'cause we is (I really mean it)<br />

NYC!

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