Diplomats - Family Ties (feat. Cam'ron, J.R. Writer & Hell Rell) lyrics
rate me[Verse 1 - 40 Cal.]<br />
Y'all niggaz down on ya hard luck<br />
You must be takin' bird baths we can all see you're washed up<br />
See we the shower posse, throw you in the dodge trunk<br />
Treat you like a large blunt and smoke you in ya Von Dutch<br />
You think you live real, Its realer here<br />
Niggaz'll cut ya arm mail it to ya mom as a souvenier<br />
We smack niggaz like the dvd<br />
And say 40 ain't the sickest nigga rappin' since Easy-E<br />
I'm too strong for you, you need to go to GNC<br />
You're like 14 days too weak for me (two week)<br />
Look, I blow easily, beat emcee's repeatedly<br />
Your mouth is where this heat'll be, I just did it recently<br />
I'm the best ain't no bargainin' B<br />
The way I son rappers, you'll be the new Father MC<br />
But my truck is why the haters hate<br />
They think I'm drivin' attention cuz it comes wit deep dishes and paper plates<br />
I'm in ya hood, sparkin' at ya peephole<br />
You can ask Suge all the hardest rappers he know<br />
Started at a c-note, bargain at the kilo's<br />
Now my pockets like I took the Carter after Nino<br />
Car jackin' steelo, pull up next to ya whip<br />
Wether snub or the club it's consecutive hits<br />
Dissin' niggaz in the yard doin' eleven to clip<br />
And Wreck Rock and Dipset doin' sets to the Dips, Holla<br />
[Verse 2 - Cam'Ron]<br />
From the back of the cop ride, the black on black black, when we cop rides<br />
I will not hide, Hi Ma, Hot thighs, dick on her nose now she's cock eyed<br />
From whippin'up bacon rolls to outside whippin the bacon rolls<br />
Saniyah Lathan knows, I rakin' but makin dough<br />
Eighty holes in ya shirt, there's ya own Jamaican clothes<br />
I ain't talkin to pokano's, I'm talkin to aspens the slopes we go<br />
You get the okie do, play me baby I hope he know<br />
We break noses, call 'em baby Pinocchio<br />
I hold wit wit blue mittens, two pigeons, what the fuck are yooou pitchin?<br />
One house, Two kitchens, who's bitchin'<br />
I'll bring the diesel, won't see the Fu-Schnickens<br />
And I don't trust a hoe, that's mother to baby mother<br />
motherfucker, you look like a lady lover<br />
I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her<br />
Tell her drink cum, get drunk, its nutcracker<br />
And it's well known, that Rell's home<br />
Yep, hit E.T. up on the cell phone<br />
Ask ya family thighs, and my family rise<br />
Call the network Dipset, Family Ties<br />
[Verse 3 - Hell Rell]<br />
I got niggaz that's locked up in Attica El Mara<br />
Up in the mess hall, tellin' niggaz that Rell's fire<br />
Smack ya pops, sell coke to ya mother<br />
And my weed's the color purple like Oprah and Glover<br />
And fam tell me how you gettin extorted by Tom, Dick and Harry<br />
And all them niggaz is gay Tom kissin' Harry<br />
I got proper work if you wanna cop some work<br />
Diamonds in the ring the color of Papa Smirf<br />
Dipset worldwide now you haters kno us<br />
Beaver bedspreads, alligator sofas<br />
Range candy paint, Now or Later rovers<br />
Go to sleep so high I don't know how I wake up sober<br />
Went from livin' in the hungry ghetto<br />
To white girls sayin wow, what a lovely bezel<br />
Diamonds in there, yummy yellow<br />
You just another funky, haters wanna snub and pump me<br />
And Pataki wanna lock me up and double bunk me<br />
Get on my feet wit the hard white a couple junkies<br />
I know I'm a piece of shit but my mother loves me<br />
Kill you take my ass to another country<br />
Fuck New York get my coke from another country<br />
Got Africans that's commin to America<br />
With the best dope thats comin' to America<br />
And yo own man's don't acknowledge yo G<br />
Cuz you ain't wanna go to war like Muhammad Ali<br />
Dipset, bitch..
