Diplomats - I Really Mean It lyrics
rate me[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 />
<br />
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 />
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[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!
