Diplomats - The Best Out lyrics
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[Hell Rell]<br />
Okay,okay,okay <br />
Yes sir <br />
Hell Fuckin Rell, <br />
J.R. Writer, Forty <br />
This is how we do it <br />
I am one of a kind(yeah) <br />
Its now or never nigga <br />
Times up muthafucka <br />
Lets do this <br />
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[Hell Rell] <br />
Aiyo, I stop paying for coke, get bricks on the muscle <br />
Gorillas on they bullshit, Welcome to the jungle <br />
Fiends get served in the hallway, welcome to the hustle <br />
Where bitches do anything for a hit of that glass dick, <br />
When Im outta town, nothing less than a half brick, <br />
One-Sixty on the dash nothing less than a fast whip, <br />
I floss when it's sunny, got money for a rainy day, <br />
In the dope spot a few blocks from where the Yankees play, <br />
Man Im heavy in that BX borough, We aint gotta front for nobody, <br />
We just thorough, and Im sittin' on an arsenal, rockets and the missiles, <br />
Took my advance and got my strip poppin with them nickels. <br />
And when Im in ya neighborhood, you gotta go hide, <br />
Deliver bullets to ya door like them Domino pies nigga, <br />
Say hello to my little friend like scarface, <br />
I pull that fuckin rifle right out the guitar case<br />
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[Chorus: Bezel]<br />
Dipset, the best out, Hell Rell, he fresh out <br />
Jones the kuffe smacker, He bringing them techs out <br />
Sporty-style, Forty Cal, He bringing corvettes out <br />
Bezel the Beast but I still show you what fresh bout <br />
You know who shavin the grams, 40k on the hand <br />
Killa Nigga, what more can I say about Cam, <br />
J.R. the Writer of writers and Santana, <br />
Back like cooked crack <br />
He even supplying suppliers <br />
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[J.R. Writer]<br />
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Dipset, lets do it man <br />
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The type that im tighter, tight cause im writer <br />
Write cause im nicer, site for the lifers <br />
Knifes in the cipher, writers a viper, <br />
Listen this is butter, <br />
Even ringling brothers see i got the eye of the tiger <br />
Before i met killa cam, i was dealing killa grams <br />
I mean killer grams, throws a tan, fill a pan <br />
Recorded in the hole, where you couldn't chill or stand <br />
No booth, microphone hangin off the ceiling fan <br />
Mass million fan sittin in the belly hilton <br />
Watch how i heavy kills him, bessey,chevy,desi fill em <br />
But i still aint break a sweat, yes Im chillin, <br />
Veet wong, seat wrong, tito gonna bet the building <br />
I been grind to lean, sniff lines for fiends, <br />
Grams chopped, tan rock, I pitch lima beans <br />
Piff grind was mean, had em dumb stuck, <br />
So when i say uncut, i don't mean behind the scenes <br />
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[Chorus] <br />
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[40 Cal] <br />
40<br />
Yo Im a NY G like Jeremy Shockey, <br />
Come through drop my coupe like i meant to be sloppy <br />
I got DJ's kickin karate, <br />
Cause they throw my wax on and take your wax off like Mr. Myagi <br />
Pimpin, Im cocky, I slap your broad on the cheek <br />
And send her home barefooted, you massaging her feet <br />
You probably go down on a freak, you're hardly a meat <br />
But we aint mad cause your proving, you are what you eat <br />
Your squadron is weak, speak and get a broken something <br />
Need a plate in ya grill like a toaster oven <br />
Fuck it, they even got dojas frontin<br />
Shakin your cola, only time your coke was bubbling cousin <br />
Cal get weight wit no problemo <br />
Ride around ya block, sell it out the car window <br />
And ya moms been know, that I chop rocks <br />
That make your father cop like Carl Winslow <br />
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[Chorus]
