• This Is What I Do - The Diplomats
• The First - The Diplomats
• Wouldn't You Like To Be A Gangsta Too - The Diplomats
• What's Really Good - The Diplomats
• Stop-N-Go - The Diplomats
• So Free - The Diplomats
• Real Ni***S - The Diplomats
• Purple Haze - The Diplomats
• More Than Music - The Diplomats
• Melalin - The Diplomats
• Im Ready - The Diplomats
• I Wanna Be Your Lady - The Diplomats
• I Really Mean It - The Diplomats
• I love You - The Diplomats
• Hey Ma [Remix] - The Diplomats
• Ground Zero - The Diplomats
• Get Use To This - The Diplomats
• Gangsta - The Diplomats
• Family Ties - The Diplomats
• Dutty Clap - The Diplomats
• DJ Enuff Freestyle - The Diplomats
• Dipset Anthem - The Diplomats
• Dead Muthafuckas - The Diplomats
• Crunk Muzik - The Diplomats
• Built This City - The Diplomats
• Bout It Bout It..., Pt. 3 - The Diplomats
• Bigger Picture - The Diplomats
• Beautiful Noise - The Diplomats
• Aayo-Iight - The Diplomats
• 40 Cal - The Diplomats
• Real Ni***s (Interlude) - The Diplomats
• Juelz Santana the Great - The Diplomats
• Hell Rell Freestyle - The Diplomats
• Hell Rell (Interlude) - The Diplomats
• Get From Round Me - The Diplomats
• Take Em To Church - The Diplomats
• S.A.N.T.A.N.A. - The Diplomats
• Push It - The Diplomats
• Aayoo-Iight - The Diplomats
• Who I Am - The Diplomats
• Un Casa - The Diplomats
• Real Niggaz - The Diplomats
• My Love - The Diplomats
• Let's Go - The Diplomats
• Gangsta Music - The Diplomats

[Cam'Ron]
Yeah, Killa
What we getting ready to do is seperate the men from the mice
The pit from the poddles, the villians from the heros, huh
Dip Set Bitch
You know what that means?
You're amongst the Diplomatic Community
This my man Hell Rell, he locked up, he about to come home
Hit 'em Rell
[Hell Rell]
By the time this hit streets
I'll probably be shackled up, on the bus with beast
What I'ma ride anyway, get high anyway
And let me VVS jewels blind your eyes anyway, fucka
You wanna be gangstas, listen to me
After two years teaching, you'll get your degree
I took over blocks, and put dope and coke on 'em
Send niggaz out, and put them under my deodorant
Just like my Speed Stick nigga, I see chips quicker
So hot tomorrow, I'm dropping the remix nigga
Oh yeah and your top on your 6, go 'head and drop that
Just make your waves more easier to get popped at, nigga
Roll the haze, let's get higher and higher
Picture you selling me coke, I supply your supplier
They asking about my flow, yeah, it's fire, it's fire
Y'all snitch niggaz was hired to be wired
And that's my word fam, I swore to my mother I'd get you
Made the phonecall, now I'm done with the issue
Now, all my guerillas gonna come through and get you
And merk off from the double-nickle the color of pickles
I got a serious pimp game, I rock a sick chain
Tote a two-tone ruger and roll with the Dip Gang
Y'all the type of niggaz to run from a rumble
Holla if you want birds I could front you a couple nigga
[Chorus 2x: Hell Rell and Cam'ron]
I stack chips, this is what I do (What he does)
Run through divas, give 'em to my crew (To his crew)
Send work out town, this is what I do (What he does)
Be with my niggaz, this is what I do (What he does)
[Hell Rell]
Shorty thought I had plans of spousing her
I just wanted to have sex on the couch with her
Do it in the mouth with her
Give her a few bricks, make her take it down south with her
I'm about my scrilla, come fuck with your nigga
And all these haters wanna bust at your nigga
And try to do me, so I rock the uzi under the Coogi
This shit you gonna feel in your bones
They ask if I'm down with the ROC, cause I be with Killa and Jones
I just put rocks on the block, rock rocks on my wrist
Get your hardest nigga, he ain't poppin' like this
Any nigga I'm tossing, nigga this is hungry season
We stopped flossing, you and your mans is getting it, we're our preportion
Yo Killa, the only reason they killas
Cause when they bust in they hoes, they make them get abortions
Smoke dro, flow awesome
I got two guns, you got two guns, let's have a foursome
See I start a riot in a minute, supply it if you sniff it
I'm giving out samples, go 'head, try it, it's terriffic
The crack heads love me, female ones hug me, kiss me
Buy the whole pack with crumbled up 50s
Don't cop from that nigga Rell is what you tell the fiends
We getting all the money cause the dimes look like Jellybeans
Few blocks and a lock and key/ki, but I need the world
So it's time to lay my pressure game down like Preacher Earl
Everybody pay up or gonna get sprayed up
This year, I'm get my name back, and my weight up
Go see Premo, razorblade the plate up
Make some packs, hit some workers, and wrap some cake up
This is what I do
[Chorus 2x: Hell Rell and Cam'ron]
I stack chips, this is what I do (What he does)
Run through divas, give 'em to my crew (To his crew)
Send work out town, this is what I do (What he does)
Be with my niggaz, this is what I do (What he does)
[Cam'Ron]
This is what he does, KILLA
Santana, Jim Jones, FREEKY
Tito in here tonight
Whole Taliban
Brazi
45th Side
Diplomats man
You see what we do man, this is not a motherfucking joke
Holla at your boy
That's seven digit cake, man

[Jim Jones]
Come on, yo, yo
[Verse]
Aiyoo my Dip Set Taliban, we are not a crew
We're more like a movement, more like in tuned with
The moon and the stars, some say I'll soon be doomed for them bars
But I could be caught, pissy clubs, saloons and some bars
Industry think that they grooming a star nah
I'm more like a thug misproving the odds, run around my city all crazy
With my goons in some cars
[Bridge: Cam'Ron]
I tell 'em
Wake up, wake up
Gotta go get that cake up, break up
Divide that payroll, aiyyoo
Go get that ya-yo, ya-yo
Killa, paper, holla at Pedro
On the 8-0 and wait for my son the lay low
Ba' bro
[Cam'Ron]
When I beef, names will be said tool will be spread
Two in your head, body be bagged, eulogy read
Dog in the news will get read, cause what I deal with is usually feds
On the first
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Aiyoo, aiyoo, aiyoo, aiyoo, aiyoo, aiyoo
It's the first of the month..
Ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo-, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo
It's the first of the month..
[Juelz Santana]
Now I'm the type of dude, post up sell drugs on your property
Stone cold hustler, ain't no fucking denying me
I sell drugs in varieties, you want it, I got it
You see it, you like it, we count it, you buy it from me
I'm what the people call a menace to the public society
Fuck 'em I'm riding, my gun on the side of me
Fuck it I'm driving, I'm puffing high as can be
I'm speeding, I'm weaving, I'm bugging my eye on the street
Cam signed to the Roc it's time that we eat
Harlem's back, this time it's for keeps
You rolling or not?
The Takeover's now, y'all focused or not?
We been ready it's just that our promotion was not
But I can't blame no one for this, I'm all right with that
Can't be racist cause I sell too much white for that
So I decided I'mma milk these crackers for all they milk and crackers
Until I'm rich and these mills don't matter
Uh, you niggaz follow my plot?
If not, swallow these shots, Santana swallow your block
I run with enforcers, big dudes and bosses
Black, British and Walter, the phone call will cost ya'
Keep rolling in them caravans acting
We got big trucks with chrome Taliban action
Send one up to Jabar, my nigga maxed in
T-Money's home and he's never going back in
[Chorus]
[Cam'Ron]
Aiyo, I swear to God, you think I had a violin the way I fiddle triggers
How you older than me, and still a little nigga
On the first, I hate these chickens
Get their check, hair, nails done, steak and chicken, for they friends
And they kids fly, I ain't open friend, on the 11th, you gonna be broke again
Word to Jehova man, hoes in they shoes, barking like a Doberman
Coming to see Cam, for some coke again
[Jim Jones]
Shit, it's the first of the month
Yo, I'm the first on the block for the cycle
A rock that is first like shoots from a rifle
See they tainted our image, it's fucked up how the game painted our image
They say we dangerous people, why, because we sell caine to the people
That don't be the reason I be aiming this eagle, my aims to get equal
The first and fifteenth's got some restraints on my people
[Chorus]
[Jim Jones - talking]
Dip set nigga, Jim Jones, Capo Status
Killah the don, Juelz Santana, FREEKY
Harlem, my Taliban
Eastside, B's up
The first and fifteenth
We still going through it
Welfare, medicade, some liquor stores
Broadway, 7th, 15th, 40th
Y'all know the struggle
Holla
Roc-A-Fella (Whoo!)

(Hell Rell)(Intro)
Ok
Im sure u heard sure u heard fukker
He's bakk in the building its offical tiffical
Hell Rell dip set all day nigga let's do it
Talk to me i talk bakk yea yea
(Chorus)
Now im a hustler he's a hustler
We some mothafukking hustlers
Wouldnt u love to be a hustler 2
Talk to me
Im a gangsta he's a gangsta
We some mothafukking gangstas
Wouldnt u love to b a gangsta 2
(Versus 1)
Yo
From a lonely jail cell
Bakk to the bricks
Its Hell Rell mothafukker from da da da dips {YEA}
See i gotta put work bakk on the streets again
Bounce bakk on my feet again
Gators bakk on my feet again
Bought some gunz
These haters bakk with the beef again
Red dot im infer red lasers bakk on the heat again
And they wanna lock me up throw way the key
Kuz im sitting on enough coke to throw way a key
Fukk em
U wanna kill me come and do it i dont give a fukk
Diplomats live it up clat clat give it up
Hard dikk cab money would i give a sloth
Chocolate escalade call that the snicker truck
My gun bust need i say more
Now i got my mom telling me i should pray more
Mommy please i dont get on my knees
That shit aint for Gs
I rather take my ass to hell for all the triggers i squeezed
(Chorus)
Now im a hustler he's a hustler
We some mothafukking hustlers
Wouldnt u love to be a hustler 2
Now talk to me
Im a gangsta he's a gangsta
We some mothafukking gangstas
Wouldnt u love to b a gangsta to 2
Holla at me
Im a rider he's a rider
We some mothafukking riders
Wouldnt u love to b a rider 2
Holla at me
Hell Rell
Dipset byrdgang
What's good
Wouldnt u like to b a gansta 2
Talk to me
(Versus 2)
Yea im still getting out
So what the judge boast about
Niggaz run about saying
What they gonna do to Rell
Knock 2 P89's on me call me rubba Rell
Yall niggaz talk about yall bodies
I dont shoot and tell
And u still playing u aint even close a closing
First u up then u down
What u rolercoasting
Trey pound rubber grip what my holdster holding
And as a baby being born i fiene over dosing
Must of been my dope that did em in
I party on the yacht with some hoes and her pigeon friends
U tell a sloth u love her and miss her
Hug her and kiss her
I fukk her and diss her
Probably was yur kuzin or sista
I got mommy sukking dick
Put product on a strip
Spray a nigga pay a nigga
Just to bottle up my brick
But im trying to make sure that my dust move
A young nigga what i was laying that hammer dose
Since crotch knew
(Chorus)
Now im a hustler he's a hustler
We some mothafukking hustlers
Wouldnt u love to be a hustler 2
Now talk to me
Im a gangsta he's a gangsta
We some mothafukking gangstas
Wouldnt u like to be a gangsta 2
Holla at me
Im a rider he's a rider
We some mothafukking riders
Wouldnt u love to be a rider 2
Holla at me
Hell Rell Dipset byrdgang
What's good wouldnt u like to be a gangsta 2
Talk to me
(Versus 3)
Before that paper snatch ya daughter up
Cruise pull abortion up
Cam im home now go ahead and kick ya Air Jordans up
Put ya hand on me ya moms will get it in the mail
I was buzzing more than u and i was sitting in the cell
All the streets wanted to know was
Where's Hell Rell
There go Jimmy there go Killa but
Where's Hell Rell
There go Freaky Santana but
Where's Hell Rell
Im here now everybody thanx for all the fan mail
Fukk a bitch i dont love em neither
The pot is black the coke is white
So when i cook it's like jungle fever
A couple niggaz gonna get shot in their face
And robbed for every dollar they go in their safe
See im something like a phenonium
I kidnap ya kids with their pajama's on
And i still slap a nigga
Just for stepping on my white on whites
Im in the hood like peanut chews and mike and ikes
(Chorus)
Now im a hustler he's a hustler
We some mothafukking hustlers
Wouldnt u love to be a hustler 2
Now talk to me
Im a gangsta he's a gangsta
We some mothafukking gangstas
Wouldnt u love to be a gangsta 2
Holla at me
Im a rider he's a rider
We some mothafukking riders
Wouldnt u love to be a rider 2
Hell Rell
Dipset byrdgang
What's good
Wouldnt u like to be a gangsta 2

[Cam'Ron]
Uh, Uh Yeah
We back in the fucking building
Diplomats, Young Guru, Jim Jones, Santana, Freaky
Came in second half
Shit man, only thing we really wanna know right now is
What? Is what's really good? That's the question
[Cam'Ron]
Suicide sickness, child negligence
Homicide fingerprints, wild evidence (But what?)
But thou shall, respect me bloa, bloa
Clap, clap, pow, pow, bow down, nigga
Be in Columbus never seen Bow Wow (Nope)
We big dogs, all on the chow down
Chow, and Mr. Giles lay back
Santana locked up, get 'em out ASAP
Aight, now boy, not tonight
I where a bomb to the court like it's a ice white
I'm real ice right, still in the hood
But the question for y'all is
[DMX] What's Really Good?
[Cam] Nothing, see me on 55th, black scooped it up
A-k activated, act stupid, one did act stupid
Mac had to move it, from the hood like
[DMX] What's really good?
[Cam] I had to lay 'em down, clip him up, sprayed around
Split him up, he played the ground, leave, nine stayed around
Outlaw on the street, shot four from the three
Southpaw Portuguese (What's Really Good?)
[Chorus: Cam'Ron + (DMX)]
To all my ladies, ghetto to ghetto
Heals, sneakers, slipper stilettos, hello
Diplomats are coming to your hood
And we wanna know (What's really good?)
All my niggaz, block for block
Rock for rock, top for top
Top a top, stash your clocks under the hood
And niggaz wanna know (What's really good?)
[Jim Jones]
Okay I admit
I mean they said I was trippin' had to re-edit the spin
44 lead when I'm spitting
Shots to the head of my victims
Big deserts we grippin' to dry out, you in the desert is slippin'
They go through extreme measures to get 'em
Them chains and them treasures the glistening
You got three hideouts, a bed in the system
My brethren I miss them
So please tell me y'all
[DMX] What's really good?
[J.Jones] Top of the drop when it's missing
MY block when it's clickin', these rocks when they glistening
[DMX] What's really good?
[J.Jones] 145th on this crunk, big 45th in my trunk
Big gouty wrists on you chumps
Mostly me and sometimes them
But mostly me, oh shit man, that's one time them
Squally, so through your set up please
And let me know if you really good
And let me know if you really hood
[Chorus]
[Cam'Ron]
I like this beat, drums and bells
Remind me of bullets, bodies, guns and shells
I don't talk the verse, Polly wanna cracker
When she on the stand, you probably wanna smack her
Probably wanna clap her, end your day properly
Air the shit out like the end of State Property
No run away robber, gunner stay half of me the end I see prophecy
[DMX] What's Really Good?
I'm in the buggy mon', with the Rugby on
Air Force Ones, looking like Lucky Charms
Lotta dudes, yelling out "Fuck me, uh?"
I'll blow this bitch dog, what the fuck we on
[Juelz Santana]
It's Santana, I'm straight out the box homey
Straight to the stoop, straight to the booth when I stepped out the box homey
I still got the sun of the box on me
Grimy clothes, funky arms, my socks dirty
I told you I can count on my boy
I'm in trouble, needed bail money, dialed on my boy
Shit, and just when I thought it was getting worst
I was bailed out scot-free, spittin' this verse, uh-huh
You don't sit in the dirt, clips'll disperse
(Dmx) What's Really Good
(Santana) ME MOTHERFUCKER!!!
Don't play with this, I'm so great at this
Santana, bandana, release the eight a spit (COME ON...)
[Chorus]

[Cam'Ron]
Dipseeeet!, Killa, In the buildin, Wanna welcome y'all back
Diplomatic Immunity Vol. 2
You know alot of shit been goin' on
Lot'a niggaz in Harlem runnin' snitchin' but I'll holla..
Nah mean...Wit all that bein' said I wanna give a shot out to all my partners
Koch Records, Roc-A-Fella Records
And my muthafuckin' niggaz down in sizzurp
Know we done smashed the whole muthafuckin' liquor game...I'll holla
Dipset all day long, go get Jim Jones album in stores now
Freeky Zeeky hold ya head, you already know what it is
Sarge hold ya head, Purple Haze will be out this December 7th
Sorry for the delay, but its business never personal
New people, new money, I had to get that check
So wit that bein' said, The team lookin' right
And look like we ready to go, its all solitified
Jim Jones, Rider of Riders, Santana, Human crack in the flesh
My nigga Hell Rell is home, I jus' brought my niggaz S.A.S over from London
40 Cal., Jha Jha what up ma, I got Miami in the house
And the Writer of Writers, J.R.
[Hook]
[J.R. Writer {Cam Still talking}]
This is how we roll (roll)
{We about to set this shit off}
This is how we flow (flow)
{Killa}
Can they stop us no
Dipset stop and go
{Here we go Vol. 2}
Whoa (whoa), no (no), we don't stop we go!
Leave you like Good-Bye, Au revoir, Adios
This is how we roll (roll)
This is how we flow (flow)
Can they stop us no
Dipset stop and go
Whoa (whoa), no (no), we don't stop we go!
Leave you like Good-Bye, Au revoir, Adios
[Verse 1 - J.R. Writer]
YO, I'm jus' miraculous, accurate, gots ta have it
The master, jus so I can laugh at it, show you jus how a savage get
[talkin] - Lets get this shit started man, (uh), J.R. Writer I'm in the buildin'
YO, yo yo, From the baggage to baggages
Shook them baggages had 'em lit
To me passin them half a bricks
Out the back of the Acura whip (whoo)
[talkin] Uh, I'm jus gettin warmed up, let's warm up, I'm still in my warm up suit y'all
YO, that's how I had it locked
Through the bags on the baddest block
Newest Jag wen I pass the cops
Who's as bad as a savage, I (I)
You niggaz brag alot, talkin bout you brought raw
You'se a ball hog you ain't never passed the +ROC+
I still dip and dab,stick my hand in bigger bags
Link a gram or give 'em slabs, trips wit tan in gypsy cabs (outta tan)
I be badder than Krueger, speedin' rapid confuse ya
Keys backin' from Cuba, Tea bags for the users
Relax you're a loser, ease back or get fuller
These cats out the tula, Lean back in Madulla
V's matchin' my mula, sleeves actually cooler
Wrists look like I been playin freeze tag wit the Jeweler
So I'm extra good, runnin' through this reckless hood
I floor, slide off, never would these hefers could
Til' they seen me stun harder then I ever should
Now woody ain't the only bird peckin wood
This is how we roll (roll)
This is how we flow (flow)
Can they stop us no
Dipset stop and go
Whoa (whoa), no (no), we don't stop we go!
Leave you like Good-Bye, Au revoir, Adios
This is how we roll (roll)
This is how we flow (flow)
Can they stop us no
Dipset stop and go
Whoa (whoa), no (no), we don't stop we go!
Leave you like Good-Bye, Au revoir, Adios
[Verse 2 - J.R. Writer]
YO, it's a miracle snakes, how I skip through the states
And the crispiest Apes, all my whips up to date
See this pistol and 8, It'll sit you is space
You won't be able to sleep when I get you a wake
That's a funeral, holla, get a funeral, holla
Necessary you'll get pretty at the funeral parlor
Roses, Dandelions send a few to yo father
We manuever for dollas, in the newest impalas
Listen beat it I'm hot every season I rock
Chinchilla filler, leave you niggaz to freeze on ya block
We don't believe that you pop, I'll put this eagle to pop
You'd rather cop the plea and go plead to the cops
And say shit like J, I don't need to be locked
The year, the week or a day, I got a seed on the way
[talkin'] What?, Stop cryin' now, Let's keep it movin'
Sissy I'll let a rattle clap, 60 up in this bastards cap
Dig me I'm what you rappers lack, sicker than all your battle raps
Slither up in the asta hatch, or watch young move
On junk food, Twinkies sit on the caddilac
Shit I go glock for glock, let's see you dodge a shot
I get the hotties hot, just off my rocky rocks
Them make the goggles drop
Tyra Banks find the top models, shit I'm lookin' for the models top
This is how we roll (roll)
This is how we flow (flow)
Can they stop us no
Dipset stop and go
Whoa (whoa), no (no), we don't stop we go!
Leave you like Good-Bye, Au revoir, Adios
This is how we roll (roll)
This is how we flow (flow)
Can they stop us no
Dipset stop and go
Whoa (whoa), no (no), we don't stop we go!
Leave you like Good-Bye, Au revoir, Adios
[Verse 3 - Killa Cam]
Dipseeeet
Y'all niggaz is feeble born, feinds I keep the heaters on
You get the easle drawn, gettin' ya legal on
Chico, glock cocked, pop goes the weasel's gone
Desert on my waist I get my eagle on
Padico, e-hola, lethal lethal, ya peoples on
Donde viva, La vida loca, pop up like nezels on 'em
Triple x sex, yes that Vin Diesel form
Send ten winds, We like the black beatles tour
I pick up the tools, lick up and hiccup you fools
We bitter and bicker wit blickers nigga you'll sit in a pool (not water)
Agua nada, you figure that my figures are cool
Change my clothes for what, I switch up my jewels
Ya'll sing sing sing, I'm from the sing sing bing
Right to the wing ding bing, on to the spring bling fling
Now it's round one dun, ding ding ding
Cash ching ching ching, show me the bling bling king
And I get fresh, shit yes, wrist blessed
Necklace, reckless, look like a piss test (all yellow)
[talking] What the fuck else I got to say (nothin'), Got damn B, I'm that nigga, Killa!
This is how we roll (roll)
This is how we flow (flow)
Can they stop us no
Dipset stop and go
Whoa (whoa), no (no), we don't stop we go!
Leave you like Good-Bye, Au revoir, Adios
This is how we roll (roll)
This is how we flow (flow)
Can they stop us no
Dipset stop and go
Whoa (whoa), no (no), we don't stop we go!
Leave you like Good-Bye, Au revoir, Adios

uh-huh
s.a.s
DipSet.....KillA!
....REPHAN....
[Mayhem]
-We ain't the usual we more than that crew that bang
This is s.a.s. DipSet Euro gang
This is east to west north south movin thangs
This is stretch cash comeback like boomerang
This is london, no not the dungeon
This is lump sum shuttin rocks in abundance
This is street life, and its deep riiighht?
when the 3 strikes hit ya chest like a reef high
[Chorus]
All day long I sling, I'm so free like the song I sing, I'm soo freee likeee
Alex Haley retracing his roots
I'm free, like the haze in the booth inhale it then POOF
I'm free like a mixtape rapper that just ain't known
free like a right hand man that just came home I'm free
I'm free like somethin for nothin and I'ma keep on stuntin and frontin
I'm so freee like
[Mega]
You had enough yet?
I had a thug rep, way before New York. the drugs and the blood sets
and I get love fuck this industry, I'm reppin every nigga in these streets
so scream at me
I been known braggin ..with Jim Jones flaggin in that new benzo wagon
I won't stop makin heads bop in this zone
the watch face full of bedrocks and flintstonesss I'm gone
[Mayhem]
Do you believe that you free from this earth?
like a still born seed when conceiding its birth
until I reach in the shirt you deep in the dirt
you can't rest in peace till you sleep in a hearse (r.i.p.)
seek and you find, look bruv i'll reach you in time
and for my brehs locked in the box for free in their mind
right now I'm freeing my mind my season to shine
This year I shock rocks in the block I'm deep on my grind and all I say is
[Chorus]
[Mega]
slowed you haters, show you the old school vapors
niggaz please shit I'm free like the local papers
vocals greater, I don' believe in these guys
shit I hunger the truth but they feedin me lies
sick to my stomach so I spit sicker than vomit
I'm free like "here bruv take a hit of this chronic"
and as they blowin the L I show them as well
we gonna make it to heaven cuz we goin through hell so yell
that I'm free...cuz I'm free....KIllA..S.a.S.....euro.....DipSet..lets go
[Cam'Ron]
I was twirled in refered to a whirlwind
grew up in a whirlwind dude on thorough gin
thats why long as the world spin
that bentley with the engine and the trunk from berlin, I'm curled in
smirkin, seats is sherlin, surely I'm sure shit shorty tell ya girlfriends
in traffic jammin with pearl rims
its magic magician I'm Merlin
[Chorus]
[Cam'Ron]
but in the hood, I can tell you the saga
to eat theres beef on the menu theres drama
but you punksters punkin y'all ain't punkin me
with car cables y'all still ain't jumpin me
you had the 9 the AK a garbage truck
took a shit shit you still wouldn't dump on me
all the hatin they statin nothin get done to me
I still sit comfortably
tell niggaz nothins Free..KILLA

[Cam'ron]
Dip Set, Jim Jones, Freeky
Aight Santana man...let's do this
Killa, let's do it man, killa
[Cam'ron]
Aiyyo I argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall and winter time
Get that off the table Cam'ron it's dinner time
I got a line downstairs ma, I'm in the grind
From ten to nine, you do your business right, let me attend to mine
You cooking pork anyway, I ain't into to swine
You out ya mind, nah, you don't know what's in my mind
I'ma surpass crack, move on to Nasdaq
But still my connects move anthrax on Amtrak
[Juelz Santana]
Aiyyo Cam before the cops rush, close the spot
Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block
They frontin' we throw them shots and laugh at 'em
Shoots from the 4-4 magnum, that's how we get back at 'em
Trap 'e, grab 'em and clap at 'em
Yeah, I do this for my lost tribes and Africans
Who lost lives in battling, 4-5s and hackling'
I believe in black soldiers, black covers
Black roses on your grave, snakes and black cobras
Black vultures, rats roaches, sleep now, they laughs over
Fucka
[Chorus: 2x (Cam'ron and Juelz Santana)]
You can catch real niggaz, doing some real things, for real money
Cause real niggaz get money, real niggaz don't snitch
Real niggaz dont lie for a bitch, real niggaz get rich
[Juelz Santana]
Now how you losers want it (Tell me)
We can war out, or ball out I used to frontin', holmes
I throw away 20s on boots and stuntin'
Waste 50s, and abuse my hundreds, I'm getting money, yep
I spend thousands on the shoes for the coup it's nothing
Plus big truckin too it's nothing
[Cam'ron]
I lick a shot so he know I meant it
His soldiers dented, so is his rented
Supreme soloist and still co-defendant
And you notice, a mean motorist that blows the fifth on defendants
Since roota-rooda, yes the Motorola yes sir I'm splendid
You see the furs and pendants, Austin Sigoto, drop though
Hitting curves like Emitt (From Europe) Smith
If you ain't get it, the fifth'll hit your fitted
Clips I get it spitted, flip your wig I really lift it
[Jim Jones]
I'm this burgundy Benz, swervin' B
As I'm watching the snow fall, I'm watching the heads they copping the coke y'all
And to the fiends and junkies, that go through dreams of drunkies
Hos with low-esteem, you know they scream in their monthly (Shut up bitch)
And to my soldiers rocking green in the country
Keep your dean and stay hungry, let get this cream and get money
Them haters wishing they could see my demise
See my moms hard to grief her eyes
Man that eats me alive, roll the weed and get high
This what keep me alive (Listen to me)
My Dip Gang man, the peeps that'll ride
Over me the same peeps that have died
If it's me that catch you, you're fried...
[Chorus: 2x (Cam'ron and Juelz Santana)]
You can catch real niggaz, doing some real things, for real money
Cause real niggaz get money, real niggaz don't snitch
Real niggaz dont lie for a bitch, real niggaz get rich

[Cam'Ron]
Tito, crack that dutch
Roll that purple up
Niggaz slacking in their macking
Simpin' in their pimpin'
Glad I got you baby
You the only one I can count on man
You may crutch man, yo
[Verse 1]
We leaves spots milt, you get your top tilt
Mop filled, my block leaves cops killed, duck shots still
You not built, you had zirconia's, those was zirconia's
I kept it spot built, I can ensemble linen
Grinin' on rock, silk, I'm hitting bitches like switches
I'm a top Wilt, that's Chamberlain, mama became a friend
Said she had the lamest men, wanted to learn the game I win
I had to game her then, you rearrange your friends
Then you change that Benz, we need a Range with Rims
She bought a gravy Rover, it had a pastry odor
Yes she made the quota, cause I'm like Ray Liotta
Fiends in a caskets, leaning them bastards
But the meanest of fabrics, when I'm with Athena Onassis
Or Ms. Trina, the queen of the asses
Causes when it come to purple, I've seen it in masses
[Cam - talking]
Whoo! Tino, you almost finished? (This ain't purple neither Tito)
This blunt almost out right here (I don't know what this is)
I love you man (I'm not smoking this)
Only thing I count on is you (Tito I want him, I don't want him)
Tito just got the blunt, (Don't fuck with nothing else but you)
I'm reloaded now, (God damn)
(Tito roll me up another blunt, something ain't right with this)
[Verse 2]
And I'm a naissance child, gaming her stupid now
Plus, I'm stupid foul, pulled a coup to trial
I come through Canal, and let the luger style
In the DA mouth shit, here's a root canal
Right on center street, put 'em on front street
Next day the front page, who gonna front on me
Girls deranked and chumped, call 'em skank and cunt
Take a trip with the Dip bitch, to the bank to stunt
Serena Williams, downtown vacant and Trump
Who wanna bang her rump, chump, yes I bring the pump
That's why I'm kinda hyped, because my money's good
Which means my mind is right, so I got time to write
How I grind at night, Next tab, china white
Army hat, army jacket, yesir my line is right
Diminish his army, we finished the Don P
Now let's get purple like Grimace and Barney
Holla
[Cam - talking]
I gotta come in now, I don't know what Tito's rolling up
I gotta roll it up my self (I don't know what's in them Dutch Masters)
If you don't crush your own weed up
And put it in the blunt yourself
Your own brother'll hand you some dust
That's what time it is
I gotta come in
Give me two minutes y'all, I'll be back with y'all in a minute
I gotta roll up

[Juelz Santana]
Yo I try to be easy
I try to be calm breathe easy, it don't seem easy
I'm on my Ps and Qs, Ys and Zs, .45 on the side of me
Plus, four guys on the side of me, with .45 on the side of them
We can play now, this is a war not a playground
We came here to lay or get laid down, spray or get sprayed down
Wills for us anyday now, cops with their wall to wall raids down
I'm ducking and weaving, running and leaving
Not trying to feel the cuffs when they squeezing
Or the plugger they stuck to Lumina
So I'm stuck with this nina, I'm stuck with this finger
Itchy as fuck, you're fucked if I leave ya chump
Went to school, but ain't stay in class, hated class
Only for period, yep, I could relate to math
Played games, but the games was bad
You know, cops and robbers, laser tag, see what I was aiming at
Hop scotching on niggaz faces kept my ankles bad
That ain't stop me from working I got me a worker
Gotta him to work, and yeah, chopping the work up
Keep him on my clock, clocking my work up, niggaz know me
Taught him how to cook, livin his work up
Told him it's not the pot, it's the worker, gotta mix shorty
Gotta do it like this shorty
Clockwise, counter-clockwise, it's all in the wrist shorty
Fuck with me
[Chorus]
This is a movement, this is a union
This is more then what you people call music
I'm part of this Dip Set confusing
Tecs we moving, catch up, y'all losing
Y'all ain't big enough to be at the table, nope
Y'all ain't big enough to eat at the table, nope
This is powdeful music that I bring to the table
The sequal of Able, fuck with your boy
[Juelz Santana]
You motherfuckers really don't know
You motherfuckers really wont know
I'm real fucka, I really wont fold
I kill fuckas and wheelie off roads
Bangie rapper, like I'm really off road
The pain I feel, I really wont show man
The game is real, I really don't know Cam
If I'ma make it or not
But my plan was to take it straight to the top
Bring my fame to the block, with me
Harlem's my home, so I'm making it hot with me
'Til the day I'm layed on the block, with shots in me
Stay weeded, stay cheifing a blunt
Stay losing some more pounds, I ain't eating enough, nope
Stop fronting homes, you wont do nothing homes
Killa locked this, I'm what's up and coming homes
You better believe, one thing I was always taught in my household you better achieve
No matter what you do, you better succeed
That was embedded in me, yeah, the rest was left up to me
So I, played my position, I stayed in the kitchen
Base tripping on the bottom of the plate when I'm mixing
Cake whipping on the bottom of the plate when I left it
Eight digits when I take it, break it and flip it
This is the Matrix, I take it we live in
Shit, I'm seeing the sun, I'm Neo the one, believe me
Hand picked like cotton, I've been sent here not to be forgotten
My hands grip the dots in, I get ya poppin'
Shoot shit, shit is poppin'
Move bricks get it rocking, y'all know me
Ya young homie from the block, y'all forgot me already?
Holla back, the young Rocky is ready whoa!
[Chorus]
This is a movement, this is a union
This is more then what you people call music
I'm part of this Dip Set confusing
Tecs we moving, catch up, y'all losing
Y'all ain't big enough to be at the table, nope
Y'all ain't big enough to eat at the table, nope
This is powdeful music that I bring to the table
The sequal of Able, fuck with your boy

[Bugs]
Should I do what they gave me, took it and never admit
I invented the flow, yup, they different between us
Emergency come, like a different nigga
Different strokes, for different folks, shit I ain't tryin'
To come up short, let on, let it all
Or will it just blow, like it did to coke
Not me, some of us get rich, but now you dissin', the rich niggaz is broke
The government, shit they make us sniff' coke
Instead of embracin' us, fuck savin' us, thinking what's ya throat
I'm hearin' ya guns in ya hood, what the fuck you think
How can one another -- get ya stoned and then some weed
Just go, eight children broke, the statistics, every three hours
A brother is smoked, a baby is killed, a sister is raped
Somebody mother, strangled under that dope
Just get up and say, here, get up and pray
Tomorrow and promise, so I live for the day, just for hip hop
I need all, but tell ya rappers to come back, yea
We work too hard, to give us away, evicted my age
I can't grow up, like Eazy-E, a victim of AIDS
Being black is crime, I done worked, a nine to five
For three years, and they still, ain't give me a raise
Shit give me a gauge, fuck a mininum wage
Get in a helicopter, look down, shit we live in a maze
The day go fast, when ya broke, but it seems like
The minute you pay, the sun, never set
I don't sleep, cuz sleep is the cousin of death
So I wake up, my brother, my cousins, and uncle's that's def, yes
[talking]
[Bugs]
After the war, there's casualties, I stood the art
They give us roaches and batteries, and blow you apart
Peon, procrastinate, to assassinate under the smart
Be brave, in the Wizard of Oz, they build you a heart, get some courage
Or get you the light, most flow in the dark, won't get discouraged
I'm on the one way trip to heaven, forget the luggage
Just in pain, it's making me weak, it's making me sluggish
Besides me, hogging up my THC
In my hood, everybody got a PHD
I count on my fingers, how many niggaz got a GED
My life done work more, than TV, and the DVD
Fuck a CD, I wanna be free, money for free
I'm like a cat, caught in the tree, ok, I need help
Why do I do for others, when I know, that you ain't do shit for me
You be there when you need me, they collapse
Under the real woods, in me, if I need, another match
I chuckled, pool game, goodie mob, goodie help
Coke kid, frankly, GNC, respect yes
My brother Kenny, I will pay you back, forever you help me
I got the many mentions, it's yours, nigga the key to the drawers
So I work out, try to keep my endurance
We lips, looked out, when that nigga needed insurance
Lift it, G to E-N-T, Miss Pam, fuck feedin missy
I can cut down, for going to college, believing in me
I love you girl, you mean the world to me

Song: I'm Ready
(Verse 1:Juelz Santana)
I feel like dropping something man
Yo they tried to box me in the corner for the longest
No key, locked me in this corner for the longest but
Common man they can't fuck with me, Juelz Santana
Uh, some how I managed to creep from under the rock
Linking up with Cam and linking up with the Roc now
Shit I told you, I won't fail you niggas man
Yo this is powerful music I bring to this table
The sequels are able the way I sling cane 'cause
Let the music talk to them
Yo, y'all know I'm fast in focus in case you haven't noticed
Squeeze and blast them open as soon as the magnum open
Yeah I told you man
Uh, Cam gone make me a star, I'm a make him a million
Jones is here I'm invading the building and
Yeah Diplomat
For the last time we got this man
But I'm still on the corner grinding for them big stacks
Big coat, big gat, don't ever forget that
(Verse 2:Jim Jones)
Yes I'm, yes uh, oh yeah nigga
Yo, even my gold link can be number one on your charts
If it happens so be it we come with the art
Everyone in my part, they still moving
All them chums in the front of the
Yo I do this shit sick, stuffed and congested
They don't give a fuck if you're sick you still get cuffed and arrested
My justice is wretched
You get knocked down please grab your crutches keep stepping
Cause the game we done held back too long
The pain we done felt that too long
Cocaine we done dealt that too long
And my pops it don't help that you gone, myself to move on
Its scary and I'm gonna need help
Streets flaunting me, dogs and marijuana don't help
Fiends, junkies in the corner don't help
Knee deep in my grave on these blocks I'm a goner myself but
(Verse 3:Cam'Ron)
Huh, killa, I'm here y'all
Huh, I'm ready, I'm ready, huh, hey
Hey, Yo what up buzzing buzzing, bird flip a dozen dozen
Holla at your boy boy, you thought your cousin wasn't
I'm ready, yes sir here we go
Jim Jones (??)bones Santana many feet
You niggas know Holla at me if there's any beef
Yes sir, huh
I know in vise versa we like murder we convict in the truck
But yo if you got bitches to fuck hit me up dog
Yeah I'm ready, huh
Far as lyrics go they rocking recitals
It won't stop until I'm on top with the title
Hustling no stopping the cycle, I'm shopping for rifles
I'm not for the idols
Fuck the twin towers dog, we on top of the Eiffel
Like live Pisa Pisa, eating a piece of pizza
You cant be were I be dog, you need a visa
Common chief of reefer
Please believe it, I will squeeze and ya
All bullets they will heat and seek ya
Harlem world I'm a swell my town
You a clown you can tell by now
That I'm, I'm ready, I'm ready we coming for the title

[Nicole Wray + (Cam'Ron)]
Boy you should know that (What)
I got you on my mind (Ok)
Your secret admire (Uh Huh)
I've been watching you boy (Killa)
[Chorus - 2X]
At night I think of you (dipset dipset)
I want to be ya lady baby
If ya game is on give me a call boo (Call Me Up)
If ya love is strong gotta give my all to you (Holla At Me)
[Verse 1: Nicole Wray (Cam'Ron)]
Everyday I pray my heart can win (Word)
Everynight I pray I can call you my man yeah yeah yeah (Ok)
I need you (Need me?)
I want you (Want me?)
Have you hold you squeeze you (Ok)
So I'm going out (When?) every weekend (Why?) just to see my boo again {Ok Ok}
[Chorus]
At night I think of you (dipset dipset)
I want to be ya lady baby
If ya game is on give me a call boo (Call Me Up)
If ya love is strong gotta give my all to you (Holla At Me)
Chea
Uh Huh
J.R.
Let Me Tell You What I'm Bout Baby
[Verse 2: J.R. Writer]
Girl we shoot it slug it
Gunz that'll move the public
Laid up paid up straight up
Hit jacob and abuse my budget
Thats bright ice pipe price dikes hoes trully love it
Right boo and American Idol or Ruben Studdard
All my jewels get smuddered trust it ima thug forreal
Since Pac and Biggie I kept sixty on hug the steel
Now I glide fly and ride by above the grill
And fly jets yes where they pay with colored bills
Thats Canada, Panama, damnit uh
Equador, extra whores Penelapi, Pamela
All night more pipe allright girls stand up to my stamina
Look mama ima monster slash damager
Killa!
[Verse 3: Cam'Ron]
Mami said Como estas Gracias Muy bien
Yo quiero chenchar mama and ya trully friend boobie
Its a doobie unwrap ya doobie
Its usually the gems
That have 'em in a jacuzzi gettin goo-ey again (That's True)
the supa dupa trupa manuva smoove rocket
Boo had it the true jacket blue patches
Live and feed armors now I got 3 commas
My bank account thats what counts roll that leaf mama
F that cheap ganja I go to a weed farmer (Out West)
I get a purple strawberry peach uh huh
Least uh huh
Milly Vanilli silly or the visa um
See the visa like the trees get 'em peach and chrome
I know the each is on
With you I wanna keep on knowin
F the keys of coke its only keys to cars keys to homes
And yes this I promise gliss on the wrist we can 5th like congress
this I wont tarnish you'll be astonished and I'm being honest
Killa!
[Nicole Wray]
Boy you got all I need and from what I see
And boy I'm constantly thinking of you
I just want you
[Chorus]

[Woman singing in background]
[Intro: Jimmy Jones]
You see man
Let's get off of that lame man
Let's get into what we like to do man
This what we do preferably man
We bring that powerful music to your table man
Killa, let 'em know something
[Cam'Ron]
Young Guru, Just Blaze, Killa, Diplomats, huh
Juelz Santana, Jim Jones, Freaky Zekey
Hoffa, Dash, huh, Killa, huh
Ya'll niggas dreamed it, I have seen it
Body warm, heart anemic (I really mean it)
Coke, a nigga steamed it, fiends I leaned 'em
Beemer leaned it (I really mean it)
Guns, really beaming, rarely miss, what's really good?
Bikes, wheelie and creamin' (I really mean it)
I'm a genius, poppadopalis, never leaning
On your Zenith (I really mean it)
Killa, bury more mutts, they actually all ducks
Caddy more trucks, its daddy Warbucks
And you Orphan Annie
Ma, take off your panties
Sea soft and sandy (I really mean it)
Yeah, let's get lost in candy
I got lost in Boston, Austin, flossin' of course Miami
Reno, Nevada sip pino colada
Mama I'm seen on the Prada (I really mean it)
I rock more in Phoenix road to glory
Seen it, you seen it (I really mean it)
The game abuse it, its pain in music
But this year, wrist wear remains the bluest
I get lame and lose it, beef came to do it
Aim and shoot it, flames 'til your brains the fluid
Ya'll just kids, see what I just did, take a couple bars off
Let Just {Blaze} live
[Jim Jones]
Yeah, now that's powerful music man
You need to pop something and roll something (I really mean it)
Killa we did it man, I got your back forever, Dip Set (I really mean it)
And them lames, we pop them sideways and drag them faggots (I really mean it)
[Cam'Ron]
Ok, we back in
Mami listen (I really mean it)
Hey yo lock my garage, rock my massage
Fuck it, bucket by Osh Kosh Bgosh
Golly I'm gully, look at his galoshes
Gucci, gold, platinum plaque collages
From collabos, ghost writing for assholes
Want to use my brain, than give Killa mad dough
It's all good, increase Killa cash flow
Increase my fame, that's why Killa smash hoes
You'll get side swiped, look at my life
First movie ever, merked out Mekhi Phife
And papi got jerked out of pies twice
Dip Set, we working with five dice
Cee-lo and craps, c-notes and stacks
I send bodies with, read this note attached
Ya youngin' fucked with boys in the hood
Gave her a son like Ricky, from 'Boyz in the Hood'
On the couch bloody, old lady sighing
Wifey screaming (I really mean it)
Pissy little baby crying
Fuck upped man shit, there you seen it (I really mean it)
Fam man, you terry cloth, that mean you very soft
Gravy Mercedes, add the cranberry sauce
[Jim Jones]
Yeah, gangstas ride man, Flex we got you, guns up (I really mean it)
And all my ladies man, the ghettos a diddy, I need you, I want you (I really mean it)
Oh, pop something, roll something, get twisted, that's on Jim nigga (I really mean it)
Harlem! Man we here to stay, it's nothing left to say man (I really mean it)
Eastside, and as for that lame man, now see I ain't even gone say your last name
Cuz that's mine, I catch you, you know what it is
You faggot!
I ain't gone get to hyped over you man, we gone bury you
Holla!
See if you bout it, bout it
Cuz we is (I really mean it)
NYC!

[Juelz Santana]
People say my theories is backwards
I tell them, sincerly, it's clearly, you hearing me backwrds
I tell 'em I'm great, but still I need practice
I tell them to wait, go and comeback quick, they don't understand me
It's not logic, I'm not logic, I got problems
I worship the late prophet, the great Muhammad Ali
For the words that he spoke, that stung like a bee
Soaked into me, you niggaz will see but
I'm still insane, I'm Rodman, dealing my brain
I'm grinding sharing my pain, fuck, where is the fame
Niggaz, they still rhyming, still in the game
They still dealing the cane, still cock shit in your brain, homie
I still smell the rotten people that lay
There in ground zero, forgotten, left in for days
Probably left there to stay, left in decay
Broken pieces of towers, left in their graves
I pray they be saved, until then, that's just a suggestion I made
Follow me homie, listen, I subjected my ways nigga
Weapons that spray, at your fucking face nigga
It's Santana the great, in the place niggaz, stay away nigga
Cause I'm headed straight to the top, niggaz
Diplomat Taliban slash ROC nigga
Oh yeah, I do this for my block niggaz
D train, Al Gator, pop niggaz
Young drugs, young twins, Shiest bug
Niggaz I love, my thugs
Now, come fuck with your boy
Jones, Killa, Freakay, come fuck with your boy, WHOA
It's Santana again nigga, no bandanas just him nigga
In the flesh, like
[Cam'Ron]
I seen it time, business and friendship
Friendships ended, business attended, clips get extended
Lawyers get called, accountants get faxed
That was my man, well I wish that he meant it
It's been a long time, hereing the mobsters
This ain't overnight, it's years in the process
Shed a tear in the process, now process is over
All my niggaz get prepared for the Oscars
Back to the block, sharing a lobster
Morris Malone, Sam Malone, preparing the vodka, holla
Hallejulah, no hum-du-allah, but respecting my Aki
He held me down, when it was getting real rocky
Hustling, isn't a hobby
I sit in the lobby, look at my ovie, have visions of Gotti
Visions of lotties, pictures of Blood, scenes of L
I wanna see my son, piss in that potty
Jimmy, I'm going to make sure your wrist is real rocky
See my plans are for long term like Mr. Miyagi
Wax on, wax off, put our wax on, take that wack off
Over some nights, I had fights over the white
The roads to the lows, I knows what it's like
Now, career over like Mike: anyone
Tyson, Jordan, Jackson, it's over
This shit right here touched my soul, man
My grandmother or something, 56 bless her soul
Apartment 56 that is, 101, West 140th
Rest In Peace Liddiah Giles, Blood Shed..

Cam'Ron- Hey Ma Remix, Diplomats Records.. let's go
[Toya]
I like it, you like it
Hey Ma wassup lets slide wassup huh
I love it, you love it
You drink I smoke alright we all hear in the building
You want it, I gut it
Got jeeps let's ride
There's no need for you to be afraid
[Cam'Ron]
Yo, where my baby at? Not home
I heard her drop's chrome
V-12, uh-oh my little girl done got grown
Stocks grown, whereabouts are not known
But she check on the kid- hit the block phone
See you beat your girl
You need to free your girl
Let her breathe, B, go see the world
Wanna lock it down like she on punishment
That's why every time I hit it dog, I punish it
[Toya]
Let me tell ya why I seen you many times
Can't describe the way you make me feel
Hang over his or mine, you gut me feelin' high
Could chemistry be this real?
Boy it's so true that I'm wanting you
Can we hook up and spend some time?
You're the first one, boy the only one
That's always on my mind
[Hook: Toya]
In a summer day, in the winter time
When you breathe the heat, gutta make you mine
And I'm liking all the things you do
Can I get the chance to know you, so come on
[Chorus: Toya]
I like it, you like it
No need to front when I'm around
I love it, you love it
That's why you keep on starin' me down
You want it, I gut it
And I'm telling you that
There's no need for you to be afraid
I like it
[Toya]
So you walkin' by, again you caught my eye
I knew right then you were the one I needed in my life
So check a lid and find, I nearly lost my mind
When you graced me with your presence for the second time
Let's get together and do whatever
There's no need for you to waste your time
Wanna make moves, if it's alright with you
Hit me up so we can chill sometime
[Hook]
[Chorus]
[Cam'Ron]
Hey Ma, what's up?
Yes, you rather high
That car I copped? I just had to drop
It for you though- paint the thing apricot
When you take off, you'll feel like an astronaut
When I get pulled, Mom, I say pass the glock
Stash the rocks, F cops, smash the drop
Watch them go from Ben and turn to dope Shay
Via speaker Louie now her gold is rosy
[Juelz]
Hey Ma, what's up?
Let's slide- I gut the ride parked right outside
And once again we must discuss something
Calm down, don't touch nothin'
Remember I still ain't crush nothin'
I ain't tryin' a be rude
I'm liking your groove, liking your move
The red stripe on your shoes
Those are Prada, right? Damn, I'm her type
She tryin to get to know me
I'm trying to pop tonight cuz
(I like it, you like it)
So let's do it- let's move it baby
Once again we up the west side
Only difference is she leaning on my left side
Playin with this, damn!
I call Cam, know he waitin for this shit
Phone rings (know he waitin for this)
Yo, Cam (What up?)
I stuffed (Say word)
That's right (That's right)
(And ya'll got it on toniiiight)
[Toya]
I like the way you move the things you do to me
Your smile got me feelin' you
Your attitude your style goes out on 23
I know you're feelin' me
I like it, you want it, so get up on it!
[Chorus x3]

[Juelz Santana]
Yeah
Y'all know what this is we back at it (uh huh)
Come on
It's that nine eleven music right here man
We in the building man
Welcome to ground zero everybody
Juelz Santana
Dipset
Hell Rell
[Juelz Santana]
Yo, yo I speak pain, I spit power, talk courage, breathe flowers
Follow me thru the debri of these towers, the rain, the sleet, the street showers
Don't get caught up when the street showers
When the guns rain, the clips pour, the soldiers grip fours, then begin war
Come on, it's Santana the Great
Tie 'em up, bandana his face, hammer his face, fucker
I'm trying to get my act together, in the booth now trying to get my rap together
You know, I got to fire to heat the street up
Abuse the track, and beat the beat up you know?
You already know what I'm about homie
I'm young I'm focused I'm just coming out homie
You can go by what you hear through word of mouth homie
Or step out of line, Cam betting the house on me
You know I ain't stopping yet
You know my album ain't done, it ain't dropping yet
I'm in the mist of a bidding war
And we need two milli more just to move in the door, shit
[Chorus]
Yes the boys are back at it
Come holler at us, the boys are back at it
So line em up, shoot em down
Do it know
Welcome to ground zero
Tell 'em it's ground zero
Line em up, shoot em down
Do it know
Welcome to ground zero
Tell 'em it's ground zero
Yes the boys are back at it
Come holler at us, the boys are back at it
[Cam'Ron]
Killa, yo, these girls told you I'm the man right? (right?)
Well listen to lover
When I beef, visions are gutter
Kids clapping, kidnappings, heard her missing a brother
I'm hitting your sister, you kissing your mother
The shit is disguster
Underground with people, lethal, trapped in the desert, surrounded by evil
Yeah, I see your bitch is impressed, my kicks is all fresh
This shit on my chest, by Mitchell and S.
I got her opened, hoping she's not, I'd have her crack in her tits, coke in her twat
Have her crack up the strip, coke up the block
She'd get cracked up and hit, keep soaping your cycle mami
My girls lay up in suites, a half of cake of week, and masturbate like Tweet
Killa, I be popping the oozies, copping them Coogis, eyes on the drop real droopy
Mair is snoopy, look at your hooptie, rocking the rubies
Hop in the hoochie, popping her coochie
Chill while I'm chasing millions
I'm a baller that would merk you like Jason Williams (uh Huh)
Don't play with villas', vacate the building
Or the eights will come and rape your children
Yeah, it's a kilo to a milligram
I'm still the man, word to Killa Cam (Killa Cam)
[Chorus]
Yes the boys are back at it
Come holler at us, the boys are back at it
So line em up, shoot em down
Do it know
Welcome to ground zero
Tell 'em it's ground zero
Line em up, shoot em down
Do it know
Welcome to ground zero
Tell 'em it's ground zero
Yes the boys are back at it
Come holler at us, the boys are back at it
[Jimmy Jones]
Two of my cards and crooks slashed at two of my pawns and rooks
For all the charms they took
To my head of security, british the titan, clicking the fifth, and gripping it tight
God dammit, not to mention my bishop and knights, I listen to Bridgette to White
Makin' crucial trips through the night (highways)
And Prince Juelz, I told you ever since Juelz
If them faggets even flinch Juelz (bluuuuatttt)
My dogs are gonna it 'em alive
Forty-fours, the pleading, deleting they lives (come on)
And Killa wallys leading the movement, for realla we wouldn't be in this movement
Over him I might kill ya (kill ya)
Be in a tomb, just facing my time
Loyal on side, outside spoiler on rides, system bumping, bumping "oh boy" in the ride
Oh boy I done slide, shit, he done came got his boy, he's ashamed at his boy
Had to flame at a boy, over the name we employed
Which is none other than Dip Set, for ya'll dumb motherfuckers (holla)
[Chorus]
Killa the Don, Freaky, Juelz Santana, BK, Harlem (whoo)
Hell Rell, the whole Taliban, Dip Set, T. Money, Luca

[Intro]
Let's do it man
(I'm so bad!!!)
I'm in the building
[J.R. Writer]
Yo, I started the starters, and fathered the fathers who fathered
I slaughtered the slaughters, and slaughtered the slaughters who slaughtered
I target then spark and Pa you'll be part of this target
From artist to artist, J.R. is the hardest regardless
Put your faith in his hands, they'll be changing of plans
Admit, I did it from standing in rain with a gram
Now I sliver and glitter, Jacob throw glaze on my hand
Shit! D12, dont even know the name of my band
Man I'm just superfly, two for five, bake the bake
Eight for eight, eight to eight, wait I'm great, haters hate
Cars come to paperchase, I've dealt with major cake
Ever since Jake the Snake, all I rock was Babe and Ape's
Ouhh yea hun, does them old Air 1's
Sneaks crispy, $350, you aint never wear none
I'm a pimp girl, get it through your eardrums
No I'm not telling you where you can get a pair from
I'm sicker the sicker, you sicker the sicker then aint you
A picture in picture, just picture this picture I paint you
I'm swift the 5th when I grip it, it spit at an angle
You'll be stiffer than stiff, prick up sitting with angels
I'm just doing me, jewelry, blue in beads
Pinch it Pa, it's J.R., hitting hard, soon you'll see
Act a fool, we'll take you back to school like truancy
So give me my respect, I'm the best, true indeed
[Chorus 2x]
Excuse the Dip (Please)
We moving bitch (Move)
We the truth, we the proof, get use to this (Yup)
Our movement sick (Yea), your movement shit (Yea)
That's the fact, have a nap and get use to this (Yea)
[J.R. Writer]
Yo, I'm ice chained, bright rims, nice range, slice cain
Cop the pound, chop it down, rock in towns, pipe game
I can do a price change (why?), but our pack is crunk
I dont mean pass the Bronx, when I sell you Whiteplain
Look J is built, to let the .80 tilt
Gun brawl, One call, that'll get you haters killed
Snap, pop, sprayed and pilt, so friends just chill
Look here, I'm end for mills, and I aint talking baby milk
When I spray with the mag, you will play in the glad
That mean lay in the bag, like some haters that I had
Ho's I strip up in rags, serious shit
I aint talking periods when I say pussy stay in my pad
I amaze 'em like "Dag", you aint a killer please
That aint no killer weed, them nick's are filled with seeds
I hit the philippines, then cross river seas
Whole sea for a week, where I dont feel a breeze
So I got Hefner's whores, with some excellent jaw
Like the vet for sure, who want me to sex 'em raw
But I asked them more, give some head in the bed
Then whoop the chickenhead right towards the exit door
Just face it my nig, you cant stay with the kid
I got paper, gators, many flavors you dig
They just hate how I live, cuz the only time
They see me under the wing is when I'm in the basement of my crib
[Chorus 2x]
(I'm so bad!!!)

[Juelz Santana]
Oh, come on, fuck with your boy
It's Santana, Heatmakers, where we at?
Let me see you through this
Killa, Jones, Freakay
Yeah man, I'm back at it
Today's a new day, got the boo-lay up in the suitcase
Go uptown to Harlem, tell 'em that I sent ya
Tell 'em it's August, I'm "Gon' Til' November"
I need a couple birds, get a broad, have 'em sent up
Call my bird, get my broad have her sent up (Please)
Call my niggaz, call my squad, have 'em sent up (Please)
I see a town I'm likin'
See some niggas getting money in a town I like it
I run up on them with the pound and light it
Like it's my block now, all right kid?
He understood me quite clear
Then that thing banged out, ranged out the side of his right ear
And I got back to my business, back to my bitches
Back to the kitchen, that pyrex vision
Pop, I let that white stuff sit in
Get hard, get rock, get to the block and pitchin'
Yeah I'm sorry but this is how I'm livin
And this is how I'm getting, fuck how I get it
Hey!
[Chorus: Juelz Santana]
I stood alone watching the wall, in the zone, hand on my handles
Listening to gangsta music
I stood at home hand on a chrome, with a zone, flippin' the channels
Watching how the gangstas do it
I stood alone, getting dome, from a thick chick in sandles
Watching Shaft, clocking math
[Juelz Santana]
Now I see death around the corner
Gotta stay high, will I survive in the city where the skinny niggas die?
Nope, it's the city where the skinny niggas ride
.45 semi on the side, twisting when they drive, yeah
Lick a shot for Big Pop and 'Pac, yeah
One more for Shyne locked inside, yeah
Two more for Cam, for taking over the Roc
Yeah, yeah, it's my year
So, okay, okay, okay, y'all can't fuck with me, no way
Jose or Hector Camacho
Tech blows and watch yo' chest close and tacos
Motherfucker I'm the best, I told y'all before
I should y'all before, ey!
[Chorus: Juelz Santana]
I stood alone watching the wall, in the zone, hand on my handles
Listening to gangsta music
I stood at home hand on a chrome, with a zone, flippin' the channels
Watching how the gangstas do it
I stood alone, getting dome, from a thick chick in sandles
Watching Shaft, clocking math
[Cam'Ron]
I'm on the westside of Chicago, lookin' for a bust down
And make me put my two arms up, Touchdown!
You stay in touch now, but when I tough down
I'm like Buckshot shorty, you better "Duck Down"
Yeah I must clown, I'm from Harlem, Uptown
Where we flash money, take your bitch and ask you, what now?
Birds flip a dozen, chicks is dicks they suckin'
Swallow my kids, go and kiss they cousin
Yes, they kissing cousins, toys kissing muppets
Worst then that, they go home and kiss they husband
That shit's disgusting
Keep the chickens clucking, keep the pigeons buggin'
This on my wrist is nothing
To me it's just yellow hearts and pink diamonds
Where I get the money for this? Don't think rhymin'
You fucking with Pablo, Bravo, Mario Via Bolo ho, Ta-to
[Chorus: Juelz Santana]
I stood alone watching the wall, in the zone, hand on my handles
Listening to gangsta music
I stood at home hand on a chrome, with a zone, flippin' the channels
Watching how the gangstas do it
I stood alone, getting dome, from a thick chick in sandles
Watching Shaft, clocking math

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

[Jim Jones]
May been shifty, siz a nickle, pent me
Will be that boy, up on the strip, try and stick me
He from Harlem, down the bricks, then you know
We cop whips with kicks and pinstrip uno
Who wanna test? Mr. Don Dada
Who rough harder, to go sucka ya ma-ma
See? Blow the track out, just in the house now
Man done shook out, gun the skin out ya
What you checker? You running your lip?
You get smoked like I'm blunting a spliff, you
sonofabitch
This is blitz town, and a sound boy will come one way
Spit rounds, on your town, then you run semi
Bluck papa, the doggin' top shotta
In love with fame or the stardom
Oh, now what's the remedy on all ties
Spit sixteen bars, the streets want more fire, see?
[Chorus 2x: Jim Jones (S.A.S.)]
You with me, then clap clap
Keep moving yor back back
You doing it like that that
Stay and two in the track
(We flipping them baggies
My niggaz is aggie
From bricks in to hag me
It's fishy and bassy)
[S.A.S.]
Spit in, juan, when you see that link is on
Got the linkest charm, by the time you blink it's gone
Aiyo, I run for it, your done off, my gun blow
Buck your aim, if you effin' around like Sonny Dames of
Sneezies man, believe me man
I'm off the, heezy and, got the greasy plan
Your crew sweet like a ishi man
That's why the use on your street call you Chichi, man
I get respect in the streets, smoking cess in the jeep
Sittin' back, sip the yac', you be stressin' the freaks
Spittin' raps, not a skit on my meat
Cuz I'm thick from the, fitted cap to the crest in my feet
I ain't conceited, believe it, I'm just fillin' I'm jake
The pull Benz, got the gat and I'm feelin' the kid
Yo, I'm good to go, and it's evident fam
I leave the nigga Pon De River like Elephant Man
[Chorus 2x]
[Jim Jones]
Jim Jones a gangsta, stay blowned in gangsta
I'm rollin' that stanksta, the chrome on my tank truck
What? Enter in the slave roots
Fly til I die, like izzo in suade boots
Yeah, let's talk about ice, the chain on my neck
Looks like New York in it's lights, cocaine on my jets
I'm a New Yorker for life, new porsche in white
Who thought of this life, two wrongs make it right
I'mma get lost in the light, I speed in my cars
Outlaw all my life, police on my car
Cuz I don't pause for the light, I don't show no respect
Dipset out in Euro, S.A.S., we connect
[Chorus 2x]

[Cam'Ron]
Let's start the year off right man (that birthday shit)
Dip-Set man Jim Jones, Santana, Freaky, Killa
Enuff let's do it Killa
Uh, Up and now murja it's foul murder turkeys to
cowburgers the code to al murder
Child if you style or wild splurja
Stay away o.k. Mr Giles a hurt ya
I aint go to school stayed the hell at home
In the real estate dog I seen hell at homes
You was selling out I was selling homes
Selling dreams to the phone I cam sell the tone
In the science lab I mix mechemicals
In silicone fella in the vanilla cone
The school even play the recorder
Now days he work for FEDS
And plays his recorder
You think he placing he taping his order
Marking the bills j reed tasting the water[fucked up]
We duc taping his daughter
That's the taping they taught us
In addition add the eight and the quarters get it
In addition ma,yeah you get it dog
Gets it and ditch it kitchen wippen and flip it raw
Get it all off the kitchen floor
My bad is my bad the baddest ask me
What i'm bitching for
What i'm bitching for?
Is to put the is in all
Furs his or hers bitch go pitch it whore
No disrespect mami,no disrespect at all
In a year or two maybe youc an get a store
You should honor my cor
You wan't a honda accord
I'm trying to turn you into entrepreneurs
That's a real friend
That's a homie right right true
I fell that is only right
That I live the life of rally
I done did knives in alleys pipes in rallys
[What you do now]?
Now I catch flights to Cali
Looking for a wife to spouse I pipe her proudley
She understands my life gets rowdy
I'm the same say
Prane day i'm icy outley
[Juelz Santana]
Yo, Now I done been on both sides of the fence
Now I done been on both sides of the gate survived and escaped
Look at me now man i'm driving away
Thinking about my old teacher who said I rot and decay(never)
I go back and beep the horn at em
Blowing that cheech and chong at em
Yelling screaming the boy is platinum
It all happens so fast
They all imagine I crash
But I did straight threw i'm bad
Like Michael was see what the cycle does
360- spin around,i'm the new kid in town
Yeah it's coming soldier,April the month it's over
Yeah your run is over
The album is done I told ya
What a classic I made,I look up see Cam
See the game what a path that he made
A beautiful mind trapped in the shade
Cracking codes for the man
Who only stand in the back of my brain
At last I done came up in the ? ay
True author like the great doctor ? was
[Jim Jones]
You can't respect the amount jewels in this new wide movement
If you don't respect the amount of dudes in this too live movement
Me and Killa,we like them,those two guys moving I-95 south dirty
With them two pies moving moving
Trying to crease out the lightning
Trying to keep out the excitement
But is hard in this bull-shit in this game
Cause the secret indictments
And you coke experimenters
And you coke experiencers
Be easy on the phone dog,cause you know the hearing us
You styling them bitches
Cause you know they serious
Just picturing,it's so easy to draw
Stop and freeze at them whores
Then we speed off in cars
Then we breezing the law
Blowing that weed from my jaw
G's up hoe's down
EASTSIDE to by dog (EastSide)
All the time man
Thanks for even asking
Or we be seen in apens
In that pool house that hot tub with that steam relaxing
And we be seen in action
Keep them fiends collapsing
And they thirsty and they nodding and the be ?
They see me my actions
I cruise by in a beemer just laughing
I let that rock and roll
I coping poppy's load
It was like coping gold,I shut down poppy's load
I hit the strip dog
I see the cops get load
Now i'm living the life I got to stop and close
Big cars big stars like it's rock and roll let's rock and roll
[Jim Jones talking]
Dipset this is Jim Jones man capo status
Santana Killa The Don the album coming March nigga
Diplomatic Immunity Enuff Heavyhitters happy birthday...nigga
Zeekey where you at ?

[Juelz Santana]
Oh, come on, fuck with your boy
It's Santana, Heatmakers, where we at?
Let me see you through this
Killa, Jones, Freakay
Yeah man, I'm back at it
Today's a new day, got the boo-lay up in the suitcase
Go uptown to Harlem, tell 'em that I sent ya
Tell 'em it's August, I'm "Gon' Til' November"
I need a couple birds, get a broad, have 'em sent up
Call my bird, get my broad have her sent up (Please)
Call my niggaz, call my squad, have 'em sent up (Please)
I see a town I'm likin'
See some niggas getting money in a town I like it
I run up on them with the pound and light it
Like it's my block now, all right kid?
He understood me quite clear
Then that thing banged out, ranged out the side of his right ear
And I got back to my business, back to my bitches
Back to the kitchen, that pyrex vision
Pop, I let that white stuff sit in
Get hard, get rock, get to the block and pitchin'
Yeah I'm sorry but this is how I'm livin
And this is how I'm getting, fuck how I get it
Hey!
[Chorus: Juelz Santana]
I stood alone watching the wall, in the zone, hand on my handles
Listening to gangsta music
I stood at home hand on a chrome, with a zone, flippin' the channels
Watching how the gangstas do it
I stood alone, getting dome, from a thick chick in sandles
Watching Shaft, clocking math
[Juelz Santana]
Now I see death around the corner
Gotta stay high, will I survive in the city where the skinny niggas die?
Nope, it's the city where the skinny niggas ride
.45 semi on the side, twisting when they drive, yeah
Lick a shot for Big Pop and 'Pac, yeah
One more for Shyne locked inside, yeah
Two more for Cam, for taking over the Roc
Yeah, yeah, it's my year
So, okay, okay, okay, y'all can't fuck with me, no way
Jose or Hector Camacho
Tech blows and watch yo' chest close and tacos
Motherfucker I'm the best, I told y'all before
I should y'all before, ey!
[Chorus: Juelz Santana]
I stood alone watching the wall, in the zone, hand on my handles
Listening to gangsta music
I stood at home hand on a chrome, with a zone, flippin' the channels
Watching how the gangstas do it
I stood alone, getting dome, from a thick chick in sandles
Watching Shaft, clocking math
[Cam'Ron]
I'm on the westside of Chicago, lookin' for a bust down
And make me put my two arms up, Touchdown!
You stay in touch now, but when I tough down
I'm like Buckshot shorty, you better "Duck Down"
Yeah I must clown, I'm from Harlem, Uptown
Where we flash money, take your bitch and ask you, what now?
Birds flip a dozen, chicks is dicks they suckin'
Swallow my kids, go and kiss they cousin
Yes, they kissing cousins, toys kissing muppets
Worst then that, they go home and kiss they husband
That shit's disgusting
Keep the chickens clucking, keep the pigeons buggin'
This on my wrist is nothing
To me it's just yellow hearts and pink diamonds
Where I get the money for this? Don't think rhymin'
You fucking with Pablo, Bravo, Mario Via Bolo ho, Ta-to
[Chorus: Juelz Santana]
I stood alone watching the wall, in the zone, hand on my handles
Listening to gangsta music
I stood at home hand on a chrome, with a zone, flippin' the channels
Watching how the gangstas do it
I stood alone, getting dome, from a thick chick in sandles
Watching Shaft, clocking math

[Indistict female singing sample in background]
[Cam'Ron]
Killa!
Jones
We told niggaz about eight years ago
we had this shit in the smash right (Aight)
This shit too light man
(In the building)
I got us, Dipset
Lets go
Freekey
(I'm sorry I'm late, lets get it rockin')
[Verse 1]
Everybody out at the "Rock The Mic" tour (Word?)
I'm back in the kitchen rocking the white raw (Right!)
Coping your pie for
Locking your nice doors
I pop up in like four wit chicken that like gores
They click if they like war
Fixing to fight for, me
Look at my ice for sure your sight sore (Whoa)
We all wearing links
As I prepare a drink
Glare and think how I got the whole new york wearing pink
Girls they stare and wink, how I flare the mink
Drop the top
Pop a throttle
Hock a glock
Pop a bottle (bottle)
Seen "Paid In Full", now I'm up in "Blockbuster"(Busta!)
And I'm paid in full, still on the block busta
'94 rock "Rucker", '01 rob "Rucker"
Shoguns show guns, Blow one, you're not gutta
Little inside joke for you cocksuckas (sucka)
My Block, sucka, pop corn and hot butta
Like its the movie theater
But its the oozie area
Hoody Hoo, call hoody hoo produce hysteria (Hoody Hoo!!!)
And me I ain't no coattail bitch
I get the Motel 6, where them hoes sell bricks
[Sample of female singing in background Overlaping]
Killa
Dipset!
[Chorus]
[Cam'Ron and (Juelz Santana)]
Jump! Back!
Glock! Cock!
Aim! Shoot!
(Y'all some dead motherfuckers)
[Repeat Twice]
[Verse 2]
I bitch straight up, get in the car (Oh Shit!)
I'm the shit in the car
I do like Alfre-do, shit in your car
Pop-a-squat in the drop
Take a drop in the drop
While you dropping the top, unlocking your locks
Damn!
Last year y'all got a mask in your ride
Y'all imagine its hard, y'all asking for jobs (Jobs?)
Realize I'm attached to the mob
Selling crack in the park, building sacks in the Saab
And chrome, give you skin burns
Leave your dome like ringworms (Worms)
And niggaz coming home, they my interns
We the cake couple, put together great puzzles
Hood they love us, the hood together we stay subtle
Juggle bubble, why you niggaz hate tussles? (Y'all don't wanna fight)
I didn't always hustle, I was Ma$e muscle
He had the ones so he bought the body
I had the guns so I caught the body
Done son off in the lobby (Finished)
I stay wit the gun shooters, drum movers
Raazoo Kahlua turn one ruler to son doola
And the same brother that you knew
Came through in the rain same color as +Yoohoo+ (Y'all don't know)
Now you know thats the same color as doo doo (Shit)
I'm the shit, call me Pepe Le Poo-Poo
And I got eses thats cuckoo
You freshe like they LuLu
From freshe they don't doo you
[Sample of female singing in background Overlaping]
Killa....Killa
Dipset!
[Chorus]
Killa!

[Juelz Santana]
Now this here is that bomb diggy (diggy)
Diggy dang, the dons with me
Killa, willll kill a nigga you thinkin' bout harming me
Capo's corrupted (yup), he's the wrong vato to fuck wit (yup)
Labeled and known as a young Pac to the public
And me, Human Crack in the flesh
I'm the last of the best
One word to describe me (what), spectacular, YES!
So stay calm shorty, when you see that palmed .40
I'll pop it slow, you'll rock and roll, like Bon Jovi
So don't fool with the click (Ey)
Don't fool with the Dips (Ey)
You will die, you will lie in a pool full of shit (Ey!)
When that gun with the clip in (what)
Start dumpin' and rippin', (yup)
At ya'll head, ya'll some dead summamabitches (Ey!)
You give a chick hard dick and bubblegum (Ey)
I give a chick a hard brick and bubble-yum (Ey!)
Like here, take that, shake that, break that (Ey!)
In half and please bring me cake back
[Chorus:]
[Juelz Santana] You kow what the movements like
You know how movin', right
Move, cause we in the mood to fight
[Jim Jones] This is that get crunk move bitch
Get drunk stupid
High like space, .45 on waist
[Juelz Santana] You kow what the movements like
You know how movin', right
Move, cause we in the mood to fight
[Jim Jones] This is that get crunk move bitch
Get drunk stupid
High like space, .45 on waist
[Jim Jones]
This is that bang, bang, bang
To my hooligan, gang
While you movin' them thangs
And ya toolies go blast (silence)
Call me Richochet Rabbit
Cause I click and spray magets
And my niggaz straight savage (Goonies!)
Penelope pump let off six whole rounds (boom!)
'Fore one shell hit the ground
In the hood he known as a Capo
To the goons and the heights its all tato
Aint gotta know me some vato
In the heights to move on some pato (demelo)
Ok muchacho, they told me that you got it tato (mida)
I know im movin' someone know we usually gone pop you (te matan)
This that 9 double 1, wit a 9 double m
If its crime lets have fun, lets have fun, lets have fun
This that o trizzy 1, triple o, whoa, whoa
If you scared get ya gun (get ya gun, get ya gun)
This that uptop crunk
When the truck stop, dump
This where the bucks stop chump
[Chorus:]
[Juelz Santana] You know what the movemets like
You know how me movin', right
Move, cause we in the mood to fight
[Jim Jones] This is that get crunk move bitch
Get drunk stupid
High like space, .45 on waist
[Cam'Ron]
That rooti, tooti, fruity, Louie, what I usually do (what's this?)
This that jump, stop, breathe, whoody-who
Gats in the truck
Platt, platt, pass to a d-d-d-uck
I'm the mince, owe me money, tat, tat, tat, what the fuck
Ya'll reppin' that 5 still
I'm reppin' that 5 mill
Neverland, thriller, Killa Cam, Jackson 5 bill
Lets style a bit, Italian shit, $5000 spent
Show you how to get that powder shit
Filed the fifth, jet out of it
My proud of what is yo' turn, Jim so burned
Live bitch, why kiss, on my wrist a glowworm
And I keep heat, cause in these streets (what you hear?)
Just hear woop, woop, whant, whant, beep, beep (that's the cops)
And you rumble, never, me, hit a humble diva
And I stay with the white, I got Jungle Fever
So tell Lucceey (what)
That her boobi's, loco, cookie monster,
I'm the 1 the rep the set
Left to left, death to death
You be yellow-taped, outlined, etch-a-sketch
Killa
[Chorus:]
[Juelz Santana] You know what the movements like
You know how we movin', right
Move, cause we in the mood to fight
[Jim Jones] This is that get crunk move bitch
Get drunk stupid
High like space, .45 on waist
[Juelz Santana] You kow what the movements like
You know how movin', right
Move, cause we in the mood to fight
[Jim Jones] This is that get crunk move bitch
Get drunk stupid
High like space, .45 on waist

We built this city
We built this city
We built this city
We built this city on rock
We built this city
On these blocks we hustle
We built this city on rock
On rock
We built this city
Turn bricks to whips
We built this city on rock and roll
We built this city
In the mist of the struggle
On rock
We built this city
From bottom to top
We built this city on rock and roll
Through the agony pain diplomatic we reign
Jim Jones
A yo my DIPSET Taliban
We on these streets like the wars on the streets in Afghanistan better yet of Pakistan
To America, Harlem€™s Al Qada any problem I€™ll spray ya not the star or the mayor
But in this 50 block radius, lets get the rock and shave this sh** or get the glock and blaze this sh**
Bit**** get the cock and savor it
They say Jim Jones the Capo my favorite
(Fu****s. Let€™s get it right, sh**)
Here€™s some of the sh** my city wasn€™t built up over
Drugs, money, some sh** you€™ll get killed up over
Slumped on ya wheel straight tilted over
Trust me dog in seen it in plural
N****z wasted , then painted and seen on a mural
In this apple of mine is rotten, dill
Yap up ya shine, clock shot that€™ll crack up ya mind
Cops rocks and cook that crack up to dimes
New York City the capital of crime
We built this city
From the packin and stackin€™
We built this city on rock
On rock
We built this city
From the scramblin€™ and gamblin€™
We built this city on rock and roll
We built this city
From the packin€™ and stackin€™
We built this city on rock
On rock
We built this city
From the scramblin€™ and gamblin€™, blamin€™ the cannon at ya face mutha
We built this city on rock and roll (Santana the Great)
Juelz Santana
Now once again it€™s Santana the Great
I built this city of hammers and weight
Gasoline rope, bandanas and tape
Lots of fiends, lots of coke being handed away
You know the usual
Shut em€™ down, set up shop, how we usually do
Cut em€™ down, dead the block, man we movin€™ through
Diplomats is the strongest force
On and off the court we ball its more than sport
(Muthaf****. It€™s Santana n**** come on)
We built this city from ground zero the spittin€™ the pound zero
Brown pistol at cha get down kiko
Yeah this is from the ground up N****
So get ya weight and ya pounds up n****
Cuz€™ when it€™s beef my homies mound up quicker,
Spit the pound much quicker, lay you down much quicker
You never been approached by golden eagles
Vultures that€™ll scope and feed you, no corpse, just leave you
(Sh** you know)
We built this city
On blood sweat and tears
We built this city on rock
On rock
We built this city
We gon€™ make it to the top
We built this city on rock and roll
We built this city
On blood, swear and tears
We built this city on rock
On rock
We built this city
Blood sweat and tears
We built this city
Through the trials and tribulations we gon€™ make it through the years come on
Hell Rell
It€™s like what I wouldn€™t do for a buck
My enemies can€™t rest in piece Jones we shoot they funerals up
New gangsta€™s in the city b**** ring the alarm
All you hoes bow down kiss the ring of a don
It€™s about to get real big playa, humunguos
Stack money so long, till it grew fungus
We was gon€™ let you live unitl you through punches
Now it€™s got to get critical and we got to get rid of you
And we the most talked about, the most popular
We live by the code we the DIPSET Mafia
You never know who€™s watchin€™ ya
You never know who€™s plottin€™ to pop at cha
We focus like a pair of binoculars
Im bout to get gritty.
M5, CLK garage look like alphabet city
And I€™m a hustla, I put cracks in communities,
Cops can€™t touch me, got Diplomatic Immunity
Now drop em€™, guaranteed a million shipped and scanned
If not back to the block, shifts and grams
Cam
If not get wit Cam
I got clips that lift the vans. Flip it fam
Sh** they can kick the can
This cat think he sling cause he gotta pinky ring
Rinky dink diamonds they don€™t even make ya pinky bling
(We built this city) And now I€™m gon€™ kill the city
(We built this city) Crib for 50, yeah I€™m actin€™ real sadity
(We built this city) Cause I collect mills in 50
(We built this city on rock) For real it€™s pretty and ya€™ll gon feel the pity
We built this city
On blood sweat and tears
We built this city on rock
On rock
We built this city
We gon€™ make it to the top
We built this city on rock and roll
We built this city
On blood, swear and tears
We built this city on rock
On rock
We built this city
Blood sweat and tears
We built this city
Through the trials and tribulations we gon€™ make it through the years come on
We built this city
On these blocks we hustle
We built this city on rock
On rock
We built this city
Turn bricks to whips
We built this city on rock and roll
We built this city
In the mist of the struggle
On rock
We built this city
From bottom to top
We built this city on rock and roll
Through the agony pain diplomatic we reign
We built this city
We built this city on rock
We built this city
We built this city on rock and roll
We built this city
We built this city on rock
We built this city
We built this city on rock and roll

[Intro: Master P] + (Cam'Ron)
Yo Cam, let's flip this thing on these niggaz
Ya'heard me
(Let's do it my nigga)
Well do your dizang
(There's nothin', man)
(Up top, down south, right)
Oh yeah, oh yeah
(We bout it)
Aiight whoadie
(Yeah)
Yo, this one here goes out to them boys
That's bout it, bout it
Master P, Cam'Ron
We takin' this from the South to the East
Uhhhhh
[Cam'Ron]
I represent, where them killers at
145th and Broadway you get your head cracked
Get your legs snapped, arm trist, ribs cracked
Wig tapped, play fair day care kids napped
You think you real, well my posse is crazier
Your moms mobbin' and rapin' her, Saudi Arabia
I'm 89 and oh, Audi and eightiers
Beef in N-O I had to call No Limit up
Baby mack baby gat love the way the baby
Got my baby boo, cop the X5, that's a baby truck
Santana rollin' big, Jimmy in the Caddy
Dayton, Youngstown, Cleveland, Cincinnati
In the Double-O I represent the C-O
Please ho, Harlem World forty if that's me, yo
Clipse eleven or bricks get seven off
Snow so white only thing missin' is seven dwarfs
[Hook] [Master P]
Killa Cam, you know he bout it, bout it
Jim Jones, you know he bout it, bout it
Freeky Z, you know he bout it, bout it
Santana, that boy bout it, bout it
Harlem World, you know they bout it, bout it
Diplomats, you know they rowdy, rowdy
145th and Broadway, them boys real
You know them boys, they don't play
[Cam'Ron]
Aiiyo, I'm bouncin' through an ounce or two
My crib look like the Fountainblue
A fountain too, no water, only pumpin' Mountain Dew
Front on y'all little cats I was bound to do
I made a weird, chickenheads can't pronounce my shoes
I got head but need more mouth
119th to the whorehouse, soon as the tour's out
Papi's rotten, my block top was spoppy poppin'
I pop ack over some oxi cotton
Cotton club and Roxy Robins
Rubies and rocks we poppin'
Booties, oozies and glocks'll stop 'em
Battery on his head, copper top him
When I'm in the building dogg, you got to watch him
Got to spot him tray eight a floor revolver
The D.A., seargent and coroner's problem - now
Highs get eight done, dips that don't play none
Jim Jones, Freeky, Killa and the great one - Santana
[Hook]
[Jim Jones]
You know I claim (What you claim?) where them gangstas bang
15th and Lennox, nine tray they do they own thing
In uptown, up on 40 a phat Sean hit the block
Dogg he move that water shit, he like the network
Over wet work, you come up short on that paper get a wet shirt
Then if you walkin' through Foster and Taft
Flossin' that cash and gangstas put the torch to your ass
And I can't forget AK and Wagner
My dogs straight crazy cuz the AK'll blast ya
One callin' daddy Sheik and Q
LB's and Sally beat your crew, now come on
And dope stacks, right in front the liquor store
Hennesy, lil' me me you know the flipped the raw
Much upset, oh yeah they bout it
16 shots up out the glock I come about it
[Master P]
140 Lennox, you know they bout it, bout it
Taliban and up top, you know they rowdy, rowdy
Master P, the New No Limit
You see us hustlas keep it real, that's why we keep winnin'
Blackadome, you know he bout it, bout it
Lucius Sheist, you know they rowdy, rowdy
Gameface on, man we gangstas fo' sho
CP-3 representin' Dirty South, the N-O
C-Murder, hold the block down
We get paper whoadie even on lockdown
ATL, you know they bout it, bout it
Mississippi, Detroit, you know they rowdy, rowdy
L.A., you know they bout it, bout it
Florida and North Carolina, you know they rowdy, rowdy
Oklahoma and Tennessee, Boston and Texas, they B-O-U-T
Seattle bout it, Hawaii rowdy
Alaska, Chicago, I mean they bout it, bout it
Indiana, you know they bout it
St. Louis, Kentucky, you know they rowdy, rowdy
Phoenix bout it, Milwaukee bout it
The N-O to the N-Y, you know we rowdy, rowdy
[Outro][Jim Jones & Master P]
Bounce bounce bounce bounce
Bounce bounce bounce bounce
(You know they rowdy, rowdy)
Bounce bounce bounce fool
Bounce bounce bounce bounce
(You know they rowdy, rowdy)
Bounce bounce bounce bounce
Bounce bounce bounce bounce
(You know they rowdy, rowdy)
Bounce bounce bounce fool

[Cam'Ron]
Killa, Uh Huh
Heatmakerz,Yes Sir
Jones, Santana, Freekey, The Union
Holla At Da Boys Man Uh Huh
This Is Diplomat Records Man, Yes Sir
Ya'll Can't Fuck Wit Us, At All
We Can Go To War For Years
Let's Do It Man (Our Grandsons Could Get It On) Its Nuffin
Let's Do It
[Cam'Ron]
Yo these stories I spit, I seen 'em I wrote 'em
Like a teen he was boastin, "La Vida Loc'in"
in his dream I awoke him, the Beamer I drove it
it was the beam that I showed him, that I keep by my scrotum
I seen him I showed him, I leand him I told him
the Demons arose and, bullets, pull it
a hour just to clean 'em and load em, doggy
you had a slow summer, I didnt H.2 gold Hummer
not to mention new Range, no number
and you know the Rover...so move over soldier
flavor Coca Cola, garage the soda holder!!
and its over over!! heres a clover dojer
I'm that nigga now, everyone that knows ya told ya
Byrd Gang but we live by the codes of Coberas
Hoopties, drive by's, long nose through Nova's
if you dope I dope ya, where the pimps are colder
the end is over, Coroner come roll him over
and I dont just look real, this crook deals coke
only thing whiter dog is Brook Shields
Harlem, holla back, how the hood feel
Platinum, Im that real...you that shook deal
took deals out the building, up the block
up 29 flights, plugged up with the Roc
now its...hurtin ya heart to see Dame fuckin wit me
worse than that, the whole game fuckin wit me
a little beef, a few lames fuckin wit me (Nas)
they actin like success it came luckily
the same lame duckin me, the same dame in love wit me
Dip-Set be one set I claim is sucker free!!
Dont Fuck Wit Me
[Chorus 2X: Juelz Santana, Cam'Ron]
It's Da All New Thrilla In Manilla Foreala
Killa I'm Wit Ya, Lets Kill Dis Niggaz I'm Wit Ya
(Let's Go To War Man)
They Ain't Wit It, Or Gettin The Bigger Picture
We Live In The Bigger Picture
Ya Niggaz Is Really Wit Ya OHHH!
It's Da All New Thrilla In Manilla Foreala
(Killa, We Ready For This Man, Harlem! It's Nuffin)
Killa I'm Wit Ya, Lets Kill Dis Niggaz I'm Wit Ya
They Ain't Wit It, Or Gettin The Bigger Picture
We Live In The Bigger Picture
Ya Niggaz Is Really Wit Ya OHHH!
[Cam'Ron]
Uhh Killa Let's Get It On
When it comes to beef, YES!! indeed it get hazardous
seeds cant be saved by JESUS Of Nazareth
sell my nigga weed, its halarious
they squeese at the cabbages, seeds in the carrage's (the kids)
thieves, Bronx, Queens, and the Razamith
Milk, and Ock Mu will come steaming the Ratchet BITCH!
transactions, (in the) loby get done
being cocky is fun, and these are Versace air ones!
yea, thanks alot, its been great Dame
my bitch is a great Dame, my dog is a GREAT DANE
you know me I'm from the 24(th), and A train
now I got 6 homes, 10 cars, 8 names
I might be Charles Johnson, John Bronson
Oscar Martinez, Omar Swanson
and dont front, I'm jingelin baby
chains, bracelet, rings, blingin all crazy
rob me? I think that he's crazy
Violets, Orchids, reefs, roses, they'll be brngin him daisys!!
I tell bitches that I'm "Sa Da Te", Fellacio in the tower of my casa...AYYY
all they say is "Papa play" but I pop shit, pop guns, and pop some Ye!!
(yeyo)
and I dont care where you been, or what Jail
GO TELL DISNEY ALL YA FUCKIN DUCKTALES!!!
[Chorus - repeat until fade out]
[Juelz Santana]
It's Da All New Thrilla In Manilla Foreala
Killa I'm Wit Ya, Lets Kill Dis Niggaz I'm Wit Ya
They Ain't Wit It, Or Gettin The Bigger Picture
We Live In The Bigger Picture
Ya Niggaz Is Really Wit Ya OHHH!

[Jim Jones]
My homey Cash, well he gone for five
Send my prayers, do your thing, I'll be going for mine
Shit, we live life to the fullest
Three hundred and sixty five nights on the strike, that's a bullet
Shit, and uncle Ricky got a month and some change
And it feels like the garbage truck just dumping the pain
All on my shoulders, I'm warning my soldiers
The nights could get chilly, but the morning's much colder
I've seen summers get cold
And niggaz do it up until the point they done and the fold
They can't succumb to the cold
Those of frostbitten, up north sitting, just like some fucking lost kittens
They get locked up for carrying boy
Doing time underground up in Marion, boy
Shit, I respect you
You do your time like Gotti, and come home like that Marion boy
[Chorus: Cam'Ron + Jim Jones - repeat 2X]
You got weed? Smoke it, You got dice? Roll it
You got guns? Shoot it, You got a ho? Stroke it
You got money? Spend it, You got cars? Whip 'em
You caught a bid? Do it, You got kids? Love 'em, hug 'em
[Jim Jones]
I gotta keep striving, I gotta keep moving, I gotta keep grinding
If this was the road, and I was a trucker, then shit man, I gotta keep driving
Through the lies and deception, had to ride through neglection
I'm an insomniac, up all night, pops and moms was an addict, shit
My puffing scums is a habit
I need me a contingency plan, my pops with the syringe in his hand
He was leaning and nodding
Uncle Ricky your mission is like Afeni was Robin
Shit, you should've seen the apartment
All I ever wanted was franks and beans I was starving
Crack fiends on the carpet, shit
But if it wasn't for grandma
I swear I'm in love with my grandma
That's why I only does it for grandma
That's when I roll in the street
I pray she covers me from the crown of my head, to the sole of my feet
[Chorus]
[Cam'Ron]
I figured its means as a minor, huh
Look at the foods ad fibers
The dude with the cubes will snipe ya
More tools then snider
Exclusive writer
The jewels are fire
I learned don't fool with rider from pop
I don't need a gun, just a screwdriver
Two tires, two pliers, a wrench and a few wires, shit
I take it all from the buyers
Bonfire, all from a lighter, call me "Macgyver"
Need a rehab I'll call up Shania
Bitch hungry, good, we gonna stall in papaya
Take your recession special, yeah you less then special
Me and Jim Jones, extra special
Check it, Dre to Snoop, Gotti to Ja
Dame to Jigga, Puff to Big, D n' Y
Doggy you next up, get your respect up
Or a vest can't protect you when I hit you in your chest, duck
The big heads done pushed me
You gotta be sex: dickheads is pussy, killa
I bring the hammers to the gunfight
One night stand, only standing for one night
Doggy, cause when it come to that cash
No homo, I will jump in that ass, jump and I flash
Then jump in that jag, jumpsuit
Jump back from the coroner, I have you jump in that bag
Come with that cash
[Chorus]

Killa, DipSet, Santana
Kay Slay in the House
Lets start the year off right
Lets go
[Cam'Ron]
Uh, Coke I get it and gram it
Respect the kids that demand it
Girls be lickin and stickin
Showin me tits like they Janet
Drivin a stick is a standard
When you sit in the porsche
Of Course the wrist is on force
I put the Cris' in of course
(Lets go)
Jump Jump Jump jump, get your rocks and roll
Pumpin on the pump, hit the pump da da doe
Dats the cop call, chow bow down now (squally)
Go in girls ass (ah ah ah)
Be in Huston with Flip
In Memphis with 6
Atlanta T.I
We handle D.I
God damn I be fly
Hi so Cameron D I
Bye from hammers to pies
my tan is a 9
Shit, my man imma grind
Mixed gram or a dime
The phantom of phantoms
My phantom is lime
Outlandish I shine
They aint understandin my rhymes
How I shoot cannons and 9s
Then always vanish in time
[Hook]
Aiiiiiyo aiite?
When we come thru we hear
Aiiiiiyo aiite?
When we run thru we hear
Aiiiiiyo aiite?
When we roll thru we hear
Aiiiiiyo aiite?
[Juelz]
Now lemme hear you say, up did it
First one that jump get it, up, get 'em
Let 'em know that the pump did it, up, hit 'em
In his gut with the pump hit em, done did 'em
Feed 'em to the birds when we done with em, cuz
No way jose we play those games
Okay hombre we spray those things, yep
With no problemo, my coca bueno, oh yes I'm one loco moreno
I make change ye, I slang lle, to the sound of merengue like eyeyeyeyeyeye
Aand I bomb like la bamba
With bombas, send bobmas
To bomb ya with bombs in they bomba
Ya I'm crazy holmes, with that .80 chrome
So if I tell ya imma kill ya send daises home
[Hook]
[Cam'Ron]
Uh, killa
Eh yo, I'm quite foul
Doggie dogg might prowl
Black rob was like woah
Woah, dog we like wow
A Hundred Thou'
The Child Styles
Ring around the rosies cozy, blaugh blaugh
I played it down
I'll show you how
Stock Market on the cow I condone it
Get whatever will work
Youll get leveled to dirt
We be in the O
Out from jugglin work
For whatever its worth
We be wherever on earth
Gettin them checks on the first
Shit is better than work
Killa
[Juelz]
Now I came to bring weight to papo
I heard eh, muchacho
Eh, come here, wheres the cane you 'vatto
Woah I put the thing to his brain and pop slow, woah woah
It look like a mango popped yo, no no
That cant be that thing you popped yo, oh oh
Yes yes, it was
Yes yes, the snub
Hurts like a motherfucker, yes yes it does
[Hook]

[40 Caliber]
Aiyo, the heat do spray
Oh dough, too cheap, toupee
I just blow his wig off like a C2K
I don't care what ya people say
When ya whole team fags, call your crew B2Gay
What you know about Couversier and the Denali gray
Halle Berry, Halle Robertson, that's how a holiday
I play the dotty way, bring it where ya mommy stay
See the gun, put ya hands up like hip hop hooray
I'm a Dr. Dre, stacks is high
Niggaz comin' at me wrong, and I ask 'em why
And they don't have the right answer, like Allen I.
Then put ya hands between ya legs, kiss ya ass goodbye
And get ya, squad aware, Harlem's here
And if we ain't got Roc on, we got Rob 'Em Wear
Cardiare, army's, safari gear
With coke, will line up more heads than a barber chair
Them my fiend niggaz
[Chorus 2x: 40 Caliber]
This is 40 Cal., and the forty thou'
Every forty miles and running, screaming shorty wild
Laugh, flows, crack on the stove
When you hear that 4-0, act like you know
[40 Caliber]
40, I can show you how to get a mean stack
Supply you with crack that'll get your fiends back
Trust me, so keep talking and get ya team clapped
Gun smoking so much, it need a nicotine patch
And I'mma chain smoker, you got a chain, I smoke ya
Throw 'em on the M track, that's how I train doja's
Broke niggaz lie and steal, I leave 'em lyin' still
You got a watch, you dead, that's time to kill
It ain't right and when I show 'em the iron pills
I'mma bomb threat, you just a little fire drill
I buy out deals, why? Cuz I rhyme reals
So don't think it's millions, when I hit you with the 9 mil'
I'm like a mind field, niggaz scared to step to me
Drop two freestyles, already want the best of me
See what the Roc cooking up, this the recipe
Dipset Byrdgang, told you, consectively
[Chorus 2x]
[40 Caliber]
Touch my jewels, niggaz love to palm a grenade
My gun hold twelve shells, like a carton of eggs
Ya'll know dudes from Harlem get paid
But I ain't talk about money, when it cost you an arm and a leg
Sparking up haze in the Garcia Veg', have you cleaning my house
That's the one way ya squad'll be me
Sparkin' the gaze, like barbers that fade
I turn ya head to the Red Sea, and I put a part in ya waves
I'm why niggaz smoke a carton a day, I blow ya father way
Just to make you go, farther away
Cuz in my hood, you try to floss fresher than Manny
You be sweet Vicks like the cough medicine candy
You mad my tom' heavy and fancy
Your money come in light bills, like ConEdison family
Tuck whammies in a mini hoster, so when I hit you with the grand slam
Fuck Sammy, call me Semi Sosa
[Chorus 2x]

(freaky zeaky)Look st shorty over there man
She always fuckin wit these clown ass ni**az
Look at her, look at her she smilin laughin, all a front
yo shorty come here man
a yo come here
(female) wutz good yo
(freaky)nuttin ma
why you always over here fuckin with these clown ass ni**as
these kotex ass ni**as
man you need to fuck wit a ni**a like me
(female)so wut makes you so different ni**ga
you ain't real
(freaky)real? i'm mutha fuckin real got dammit
i'm the realest mutha fuckin thing you ever see
look at me
i define real bitch
you don't no nuttin about real until you seen me baby
(female)ni**a get the fuck outta here
you ain't real ni**a
(freaky)what the fuck you mean i ain't real
you mutha fuckin see the scars on my stomach mutha fucka
this mean street knowledge
dats what is it i got
u ain't got mutha fuckin nuttin to do wit the fuck i'm talkin bout
i'm real, jail berg free
that's what i am right now
you here me
you don't know nuttin about real
I's real where you think Sammy Sosa took his mutha fuckin name from
me!
I was the Sosa
Lennox avenue Sosa
That's who I was
Talkin about real you don't know nuttin about real
Stankin hoe, get the fuck outta here
Get the fuck outta here

[Chorus]
Uh-oh, it's Santana the Great, oh
Uh-oh, it's Santana the Great, oh
Uh-oh, it's Santana the Great, oh
Bandana his face, blam, hammer escape, oh
Uh-oh, it's Santana the Great, oh
Uh-oh, it's Santana the Great, oh
Uh-oh, it's Santana the Great, oh
Holla at your boy, oh, holla at your
[repeat Chorus]
[Juelz Santana]
Y'all know what crack sound like homay
Or what the mac sound like when it's strapped on me, please back off me
Before this mac that's strapped on me, gets snatched off me
Cocked back used to crash your homies, oh
Y'all can't fuck with me man, I gurantee man
It's Santana the rap +He-man+
Y'all +skeltors+ get your melons torched when this weapon sart letting off
Santana no, don't hurt 'em, don't squirt 'em
Don't let the nine burn 'em in the sternum
They don't wanna go to war with ya'
They ain't ready to bang or go to war with ya'
So leave 'em alone, don't feed 'em the chrome
Y'all labels'll to stop watching me
I tried to tell you before, I was ready, I was always hot property
Now look, I'm Diplomat slash ROC property
Stash rocks propbably, fucka, you're not stopping me
[Chorus - 2X]
[Juelz Santana]
I'm so..gangsta, it's no one just like me
Smooth thug, will Pretty Tony your wifey
So you better keep your bitch away
Cause I will get her number, call her up, make her my bitch today
Y'all can't fuck with the "Great" Santana, banada give in clips and weight
Hammers will split your face, shift your waist, to a different place
Next thing you know, I'm in a different state
Back next month, new whip, different plate
Damn, Santana delivery the raw
Delivery the four, for sure man, I did it before
So if your bitch is a whore, don't fight for her
Don't waste your life for her, trying to make it right for her
With all that frontin' your doin, and stuntin' you're doin
I'll shoot the bump while you moving and shut you from moving
[Chorus]
[Juelz Santana]
Y'all niggaz don't ride like I do
Slide through in that 7-4-5 blue, right beside who? Killa
Where Jones, in the pick-up truck
Yeah we use that to pick up stuff, pick up bucks
And my Denali is often parked, inside of my condo
How much did he sign fo?
Oh, I bet you wanna know that money
Yeah I bet you I wont show that money
I keep it stashed away, right next to the 4-4, money
Keep a lo-pro money, this is slo-mo money
I'm used to that fast crack, bag crack
Re-cook bag that, give it out, half that
If it still bags, have stacks
No more running back to me, coming back to me
I'm on the corner with a hundred packs of these
Damn, oh, he got the purple
[Chorus - 2X]

Nigga what cha money like I keek doe E ho
Spice the track up like a do bo Sasone a freethrow
My hitman Janito
He don't speek no english lingo
and he fresh off the plane from Puerto Rico
Find a nigga and kill em's the only thing that he know
He'll ring ya doorbell and pop you right through the peephole
Far as this key go
It's gon' get stepped on, cooked up, broke down
Probablly get distributed in yo town
Block got me grindin', watch keepin me bright
nigga why Im a knock ya hustle if mine treatin' me right
And a nigga too busy to get in some beef with a loser
Keep my bitch up out the bed just to sleep wit my ruger
Cuz if I finger fuck my gun and play wit her trigger
She ain't gon' scream I don't feel like it today on a nigga
Im sayin my nigga
This is real facts, real truth
I will shoot you to go rap about it in a real booth
Spit and pop heron, liquid crack
park the siz next to ya five and tell you get wit that
380's ain't gon' do it fam switch to macks
Before you talk shit or even think startin' up a war
Plush condo in my bedroom, mink carpet on the floor
Two spanish bitches runnin' 'round reckless and butt naked
If you a ladies man I'll bury you wit cha chick
If you a true hustler I'll bury you wit a brick
See the streets is watchin', more money more haters
Fuck em' all keep flosin', more linen, more gators
I rap now, still hit the block for a buck
A thousand channels sattelite on top of the truck what's really good nigga

Freeky Zeeky: yeah this for them niggas thats locked down, god damn it razor buck 50,cafeteria,slamming shit in niggas face,going crazy, slicing c-o's,decking niggas,lights out niggas,killing niggas thats rattin and all that crazy shit nigga,holla at them nigga rell, spit for these niggas out there locked up,let these niggas out here hear what the fuck you talkin bout ummmmmmm hmmmmmmm.....
Hell Rell: i said yo/from around the time when big first got on his coogi and versace shit/i was uptown buyin coke on my metapapi shit/like listen pedro this aint good yayo/give me my mullah back or you'll be the first german i point my louga at/ya'll better take it easy/yeah you hot that's because it burn everytime you take a pee pee/stare at the chain too long 1et he be blind/when it come too that dope/i tap dance on it like gregory hines/and fuck what you heard this the real rell/they could give me time for throwing the whole clip at you/i'll be back down on a appeal bail/the flow air tight/if jesus turned water to wine you can turn that ho too a house wife yeah right/and everything in check like a pair of air nike's/we like to jump niggas/never had a fear of fights/you take bitches shopping and take em out to eat/if they aint got a place to stay/then you take em out the street/all i do is be dressing them hookers/before you know it got them bitches on the strip with the rest of the hookers/and nigga i did the crime/i aint gonna cry about this time/or hold no grudge with the judge/just shackle me down/put me up north/send me to my cell/long as yall dont fuck with my food or my mail/im good nigga/before you know it/i'll be back in the hood/with my hair wavy leaning back in the mercede's/screaming look what the fuckin pennitentiary made me/thugged out heartless and crazy(shit)/i didnt shoot niggas for nothing they was beggin for that/and i didnt make the fiends buy it they was begging for crack/dip-set bitch
Camron: yeah nigga you know i love that was crack right there rell i love you nigga its nothin
Hell Rell:i love you too my nigga
Camron: everybody love you nigga when you come home we got you aight my nigga
Hell Rell: no question homie

Get from 'round me
Get from 'round me
Get from 'round me
{Jha Jha's in this muh' fucka)
get from 'round me
[Jha Jha]
I'm the definition of, half lady half thug
Half crazy, half hazey puffin on them drugs
Half dizzy, half sizzy, sippin' on syzurp
Half rich, cuz you kno ya girls a hustla
I got my money up, now I can pop shit
Still hit that purple punch, fuck a style-Cris'
Fuck from round here, bitch I got a wild clique
Thought that you was poppin' off before, what now bitch
I'm one up on you hoes, I don't fuck wit you hoes
Phony bitches I will DUMP on you hoes
I ain't a spotlight chick, I stays on the low
Keep my money on my mind and my mind on my dough
And I roll right, Dro tight you kno that flow like no other
So gutta, You gotta fuckin love her
They gotta fuckin' love her, look how them jeans hug her
Playa hatas suck a dick all you cock suckas
[Hook]
[Juelz Santana]
You don't puff what I puff, get from 'round me
You ain't crunk, you a punk, get from 'round me
You ain't down to dump when I dump, get from 'round me
Nigga get from 'round me, Nigga get from 'round me
[Jha Jha]
And if you a phony ass hoe, then get from 'round me
Broke ain't trickin' no dough, then get from 'round me
In my grill tryna pimp up all the Dro, Bitch get from 'round me
Shawty get from 'round me, shawty get from 'round me
[Juelz Santana]
Teachers used to down me, teachers used to clown me
Now look I'm made, paid, screamin' get from 'round me
You wanna learn how to get rich, stick around me
If not, get from 'round me, you hot, get from 'round me
You eat cheese, talk to cops, get from 'round me
Stop, man that's not what's around me (nope)
Niggaz get popped up around me it's not fun around me
It's shotguns sround me (bank)
Tell a chick if she round me, quick and profoundly
If you don't swollow what comes out this dick get from 'round me
I'm a pimp, lobster and shrimp, hit the strip and get from 'round me
B-b-b-b-b-bitch, get from 'round me
[Cam'Ron]
Get from 'round me, the Big Apple's boss, get ya apple tossed
Come through apple porche, color of apple sauce
They hound us surround but don't clown us
We on the Greyhound bus wit pounds, get from 'round us
[Hook]
[Jha Jha]
Now when I roll up to the spot you'll know
See the escalades wit the spades 24's
I'm doin' big thangs, now I got a lot to show
I still ain't content homey I gotta get mo'
How I know bitches talk behind my back when they ain't round me
Gossip tellin' lies on a chick when they ain't round me
Even try and let my man hit when they ain't round me
Then act like everything is perfect when they get around me
I'm a top notch bitch, you about a piece of shit
Yo net worth is zilch, up yo game a couple bricks
I up my game 80%, you can tell by the wrists
Went from walkin' everywhere to shotgun in the 6
I'm bout to bomb me a bitch, go Sadaam on a bitch
Blow yoself to smitherines, goin' strong on them hits
On a high speed paper chase, no time to hesitate
Y'all bitches ain't down, ain't holdin no pounds, get out my fuckin' face
[Hook]

[Cam'Ron]
Uh, This that Harlem music right here
This that diddy bop, let's get ready for the winter music right here
This what it is
[Cam'Ron]
You know me dog I just wanna keep the peace
But sayin' my name that's only gon lead to beef
Tell my niggaz chill but they wanna heat the streets
Or do it on record check it, we spit heat to beats
[Juelz Santana]
Everybody welcomin' this and welcomin' that
He wasn't welcome in the first place how we welcome him back
[Un Kasa]
Gimmie that Mack let me work him wit that
Tell Mr. Rogers I'll leave his brain on the trolly track, now prolly that
[Cam'ron]
Listen, y'all stop it, I know you apalled dot it
But this my call by the false prophet, all profit
Harlem hustla, I can't at all knock it
But you hard when you go in the lords Pocket
What you offerin' put it right in offerin'
They take it all, cash, credit, silver down the porcelin'
Look at the porche he's in, and give a portionin'
No handicap, annie or and orphan friend, friend
But the sizzurp I'm drinkin' on, birds I'm bankin' on
Get cha Kirk Franklin on, word, so get ya Ben Franklin on
Just when you think it's wrong, one blink he's gone
[Hook]
Father forgive us but we gon take him to church
Father forgive us and the truth it hurts
Father forgive us and that won't work
No no no no no way, AY
[Cam'Ron]
Yo you try and handle us, get on the air and damage us
Screamin' out Harlem World, like you ain't just abandon us
Well let me fill you in, now its a whole clan of us
Blink so mad he went and beat us Cannibus
Then Zeek got shot, then Zeek locked up
E got Killed then, B popped up
But B hopped up, and stil poke out his Chest
I'm Probation, Doe on house arrest
Right out the flesh, sit in the house and rest
He don't pout get em gear, in the house we fresh
Not that you care, just get it clear and think
One glare and wink, everyone wearin pink
I'm the reason that ya two rings are clear, yeah
I'm the reason that ya earrings are square, ya hear
Now we take trips, casino's, lovely homes
We check on Lodi mom's, Meano, Huddy Combs
Homes, You tryna fake wit Cardan
Par-dan, we gon leave him naked like Tarzan, aw damn
[Hook]
[Cam'Ron]
Yo, I kill diamonds get wit pearls, I ain't tryna kid the world
I ain't got beef, when I do I say "Get em Girls"
Not at this dog, we just heard the frontin'
Do Harlem a favor, give the churches somethin'
A rec' center, in the winter where they youth can play
they don't even shoot the J, sell drugs, shoot and spray
I'm no better, still move a duece a day
Thats two keys, I still move VA
Found the new-away, my crew do and say
Fists fights to shoot outs, we won't move away
[1/2 Hook]
[Talking to the end]

[high pitched laugh]
[Juelz] I'm backkkkkkkkk
[Ja'quaye - voice altered high] Juelzzz SANTANA
[Juelz] I'm backkkkkkkkk
[Ja'quaye - voice altered high] Juelzzz SANTANA
[Ja'quaye] Y'all got a problem, his name is San-ta-na (Santana)
[Santana] I'm backkkkkkkkk, uh-ohhhhh!
[Ja'quaye] You don't wanna play around, we'll squeeze them ham-mers
[Ja'quaye] Santana, Santana - Santana Santana Santana Santana
[Juelz Santana + (Ja'quaye)]
Okay, I'm reloaded, okay, the heat's loaded
Okay, now we rollin, okay (Santana)
My fo-fo peace talking, sound oh so sweet talking
Do mo, mo street talking, then Stone Cold Steve Austin
And I bang it well, slang is well, shave it well
Hell, you looking a preview of the Matrix 12
L rock them, I'm hear to shake the bells
Shake your bells, what's my name (Santana)
You got that there right, I'm not that queer type
Nasty behind the wheel, but my mind ain't steered right
Fuck driving reckless, my mind is reckless
Plus I stay with two time crime offenders
I can't give it up, like an old man who can't get it up
I'm not a man til this up
So I'm rappin' badder, I'm back I'm badder
Shit y'all probably thinking I'm taking rap Viagra (Santana)
Got as many songs as 'Pac had on lock stash
I can pop songs, just like I pop tags
I do not brag, just watch fag
I'm here to get the keys to the lock back
Open the door, close it, and relock that
Don't touch, stop that, it's locked black
And guess what, I'm back, I'm baaaaaaaaaack (Santana)
[Chorus]
[Ja'quaye] Y'all got a problem, his name is San-ta-na (Santana)
[Santana] I'm backkkkkkkkk, uh-ohhhhh! (Santana)
[Ja'quaye] You don't wanna play around, we'll squeeze them ham-mers
[Ja'quaye] Santana, Santana - Santana Santana Santana Santana
[Juelz Santana]
Say hello to my little friend, hello before I pull again
And show you my bullets friend, hello - my name please (Santana)
Straight blam the lamma, for Cake stand behind ya
And make plans to drop ya, I ain't Aunt Jemima
Bitch, I ain't her to wine ya, I ain't her to dine ya
I came her to pop ya, shit
And I came here for lobster
The whole damn shabang and they ain't brang the pasta (santana)
Now I got to be rude, they ain't got me my food
I'm not gonna be used, shots will eat through
This kid's small body, and this big long shotty (What?)
That'll just make shit hit all sloppy
Straight out the block, I'm ready, straight out like rock I'm ready
More proper, I'm straight out like hot spagettii
It's rock n roll time, it's lock and load time
Showtime, audios amigos, gotta go time
Yeah, but I be right back at ya
Twice back at ya, like Christ back at ya (Yeah)
You be like damn "That's one nice ass rapper
I kinda like that rapper, I wanna be like that rapper" (NOPE!)
No but if you bite that rapper, I might bite back at ya
With that right bell at ya, whoa, I know that might sound bad but
It's....I'm Back
[Chorus]

[Cam'Ron]
Killah! Dip Set! Jim Jones, Santana
Man, shit ain't changed since eighty-eight (nope)
Get on the corner and push something
Dip Set! (Killah!)
[Cam'Ron (Jim Jones)]
Yo baby yo, Hey, you, yes give me a kiss
You better make it fast, I know you like what's on my wrist
(Now y'all know me from that block where we move them rocks)
(You better make it fast, watch your ass, or get pursued by cops)
You don't know what its like up on that Peter Pan
Paranoia, weeded damn, damn, but we the man
Proceed to jam, call us if you need a hand
Call us if you need some grams, (Jim Jones) Cesar Cam
Every season man, Killah keep it seasoned, fam
Call me a (?)dobo loco papo(?), believe it man
(Now what's the chain, why's that because I need two things)
(Satisfy my need, drinking Sizzurp, now bitch just roll my weed)
[Chorus: Cam'Ron]
Now push it, push it good
Push it, push it real good
[Juelz Santana]
Ooh baby baby, ooh baby baby
Ooh baby baby, Get up on this!
[Jim Jones]
D-I-P S-E-T, that gangsta crew
Niggaz know the rules, follow codes, cuz that's how gangstas move
Get your mayo, sell that yayo, strip clubs make it rain
These thugs play the game, get bucks save that cane
[Cam'Ron]
After that, baby girl, Hey let's get some bub
Love, love, don't rub, we fittin to hit the club
Yeah they dance, but a lap dance they want a dub
They don't know nan, ask Trick they love a thug
Bam bam, jam jam, and a handstand, ha ha so tan in the tan stand
Ra-ra, na-na, ha-ha, la-la, mama I keep that blam blam
[Chorus: Cam'Rom]
Now push it, push it good
Push it, push it real good
[Cam'Ron]
All my ladies cry, all I say is "my"
When I'm in them thighs, all you hear is "Aye!"
Why, why, "Aye!", stop it stop it "Aye!"
My cock a rocket cock over so I can pop it "Aye!"
You fake old G's is corny, wack me and my breeze the dawny(?)
Hard, we live too, just like the 2 Live Crew, me so horny
Cuz I'm a choosy thug, you get your booty hugged
Face down, ass up, don't stop, gitty gitty, I want some dookie love
[Juelz Santana]
I'm like hey baby hey, ain't no games to play
It's money out there, yeah it's a gang to be made
I'm a pimp baby hey, I'm screamin "pimp pimp hooray"
Scream it with me okay, now hit the strip and get paid, hey
Odd money's hard money, even money's cheating money
Slow money's no money, and no money's a beating honey
Push it good, push it fast, push it right
If a nigga push that ass, push it back, push it twice, but push it
[J.R. Writer]
Hey, hey, whoa, whoa, yo, O's I bake and feed it
To the fiends with the lean, in the beam with the cream
With a team that's straight from phoenix
That man that loses, face the music, still get cake like Regis
Hey ma it's J.R., you know I had to make the remix
See I push it cook it, push and cook it, push to cook it
And roll wit cooks that's crooked, old G's who look and cooks it
You'll get sprayed and showered, wit K's and Cal's, toupee devoured
Shots ring, bang bang, you hit, he hit
Have your block put up a bouquet of flowers
[Chorus: Cam'Ron]
Now push it, push it good
Push it, push it real good
[Juelz Santana]
Ooh baby baby, ooh baby baby
Ooh baby baby, Get up on this!

Killa, DipSet, Santana
Kay Slay in the House
Lets start the year off right
Lets go
[Cam'Ron]
Uh, Coke I get it and gram it
Respect the kids that demand it
Girls be lickin and stickin
Showin me tits like they Janet
Drivin a stick is a standard
When you sit in the porsche
Of Course the wrist is on force
I put the Cris' in of course
(Lets go)
Jump Jump Jump jump, get your rocks and roll
Pumpin on the pump, hit the pump da da doe
Dats the cop call, chow bow down now (squally)
Go in girls ass (ah ah ah)
Be in Huston with Flip
In Memphis with 6
Atlanta T.I
We handle D.I
God damn I be fly
Hi so Cameron D I
Bye from hammers to pies
my tan is a 9
Shit, my man imma grind
Mixed gram or a dime
The phantom of phantoms
My phantom is lime
Outlandish I shine
They aint understandin my rhymes
How I shoot cannons and 9s
Then always vanish in time
[Hook]
Aiiiiiyo aiite?
When we come thru we hear
Aiiiiiyo aiite?
When we run thru we hear
Aiiiiiyo aiite?
When we roll thru we hear
Aiiiiiyo aiite?
[Juelz]
Now lemme hear you say, up did it
First one that jump get it, up, get 'em
Let 'em know that the pump did it, up, hit 'em
In his gut with the pump hit em, done did 'em
Feed 'em to the birds when we done with em, cuz
No way jose we play those games
Okay hombre we spray those things, yep
With no problemo, my coca bueno, oh yes I'm one loco moreno
I make change ye, I slang lle, to the sound of merengue like eyeyeyeyeyeye
Aand I bomb like la bamba
With bombas, send bobmas
To bomb ya with bombs in they bomba
Ya I'm crazy holmes, with that .80 chrome
So if I tell ya imma kill ya send daises home
[Hook]
[Cam'Ron]
Uh, killa
Eh yo, I'm quite foul
Doggie dogg might prowl
Black rob was like woah
Woah, dog we like wow
A Hundred Thou'
The Child Styles
Ring around the rosies cozy, blaugh blaugh
I played it down
I'll show you how
Stock Market on the cow I condone it
Get whatever will work
Youll get leveled to dirt
We be in the O
Out from jugglin work
For whatever its worth
We be wherever on earth
Gettin them checks on the first
Shit is better than work
Killa
[Juelz]
Now I came to bring weight to papo
I heard eh, muchacho
Eh, come here, wheres the cane you 'vatto
Woah I put the thing to his brain and pop slow, woah woah
It look like a mango popped yo, no no
That cant be that thing you popped yo, oh oh
Yes yes, it was
Yes yes, the snub
Hurts like a motherfucker, yes yes it does
[Hook]

Uh-huh, Santana
I like that man, that bad-da-ba-ba, that's hot
I like that, yeah who are you? Santana
Shit is crazy man
Y'all think niggaz don't cry? We do
Yeah, man I gotta get my thoughts together, I be thinking a lot
Light up a blunt, think of a rhyme sometimes too
But it's like yo... zone out
[Juelz Santana]
The time is now, my grind is here shit
My body is focused, my mind's in gear, let's start it
I'm moving at an unstoppable pace, I managed to reach the top of the race
Before it started damn, cold-hearted man
Rip apart your man, for that green dollar
Plain reppin' my target, stay and holla
Shoot and move from where ever my targets land
Damn, shit, I see ghosts when I sleep
It's really, I got to wake up, just to know I was sleep
Holding the heat, cold sweat all over my sheet
That's why I paint the most vividest pictures
My niggaz my bitches in the same position I live in
No oil and hot water, just boiling hot water
Cooking coke, to the oil and hot water, shit
But Who Am I
[ad libs]
[Juelz Santana]
I lived the life of a loner, with a righteous persona
But still sold crack right on the corner
My life consist of, a big puzzle that's mixed up
Big bucks, big drugs, if I get caught, then it's big cuffs
Big bailor gets up, I get out, shit what, this shit sucks
I need to find another road to follow
One that's new and strong, not old and hollow
As I hold this bottle and smoke this reefeer
Listening to some old Aaliyah, I say, damn...
And a tear comes trimbling down
Never seen a man cry, well you witness it now
Shit, this isn't game from the heart, this pain from the heart
This is for you Dame, it came from the heart, so
[ad libs]
[Juelz Santana]
Momma, I just want you to know
I'm in love with you so, if you wasn't here I'd be in love with you soul
My angel, mommy I'd die faithful
Just knowing somone tried to violate you
I'll slide 8ths through the side of their facial
Squeeze and rip apart a side of their facial
I'd take a slug, eat a bullet, swallow a gun
Shit, you gotta know I'm your son
Damn, this type of love, could only come from a son
Hold up mommy, I'm twisted I'm drunk...listen
[ad libs]
[Juelz Santana]
Yeah, but it's more then the liquor and weed
Yeah it's more then the liquor in me
Shit, I gotta get it together
I was falling off, with drunk words and sober thoughts
So, I'm still speaking the truth
And what I'm still speaking is truth, this is your younger sons speaking to you
[ad libs to fade]

[Un Casa + (Cam'Ron)]
Killa what's really good my nigga
(Un Casa what's really good)
What's really good flee
Yo, what's really good
I got ta get on this album I just signed ta Diplomat yesterday
what's really good
(I mean, I mean the album is done I mean
You know you on the next joint you on my album
I mean what's really good I mean you good you know)
But naw but what's really good I'm in the studio now
It's a beat out there its fire
what's really good I need ta get on this album
I can't be late man what you mean
(I can't, I mean I turned the album in Cas
what you really want me ta do)
Naw call that nigga Dame
Tell him its another joint man what's really good
Dame what's really good man
Call him right now what's really good what's really good
(You know what
I'ma put the beat up cause you did sign yesterday
I'ma put you on before we even get the album started
It better be fire I mean what's really good)
What's really good you know I got that PIFF
What's really really really really really good
(Ayo Guru put something up matta fact)
What's really good
(Ayo, Guru you got tha beat up)
Dipset
(Good, ayo)
Taliban bitch
(I got tha beat up)
Killa
(You better spit too man)
Casa I'm in here man
(you made me go through all this shit mother fucker
you better spit that shit
Diplomats Jim Jones Santana Freekey
Ayo Brazzy what's really good)
[Un Casa]
It's a shame how I rap so bananas
It's Mr. Two-Gun Un
Mother fuckers better cock back them hammers
You might catch in the drop blowin pop wit Santana
The hawk on me's not from Atlanta
It's just the father to the glocks in the hamper
Look in the rear view the cops in the camera
I flow hot like blocks down in Tampa
And leave you dead pop shot from them glammers
And go down south and rock wit them bamas
And come back in the Porsche color hot banana
Vanilla coat seats piper made by Tropicana
Speakers do the wop rims do the Macerana
This is Taliban Dipset Rocafella
It ain't nuthin for Two-Gun ta pop a fella
Killa signed me now I got the mozerella
I promised Hell Rell Un Cas gone rock forever
[Un Casa + (Cam'Ron)]
What's really good flee what's really good
(Aiight flee I mean that, that that's what's really good
I can't front)
Well what's really good can I finish
(I mean I mean what's really good hold up Two-Gun
I'ma let you finish I mean What's really really good now)
What's really good
(I mean What's really good)
What's really good
(I mean you did your thing I'm wit you what's really good
Lets finish up let's right what's really good)
[Un Casa]
Yo I'm living in tha equinox
Niggaz eat wit glocks
Enough steel it'll cease the block
Add yeast to increase the rock
I got knowledge that can teach my pops
Watch my pockets increase ta knots
Play the low so I speak ta cops
Walk the beat in my bop an my beef and brocs
Ice in my piece an watch
Ain't too many niggaz that can reach the top
Or speak this hot
Peep this pop I leave you not
I rhyme over beats wit the meanest drops
And teens'll flock
Seen my spot an seen my props
Red when you seen the cops
Got your wife suckin siemen cock
I'ma Taliban lyrical monster
They'll shout the city I conqour
White Ice cinnamin Parker
Al Quiada's most vividest author
Hundered thou just ta glitter the charm up
45th sides prettiest monster
The truck look like the city of Tonka
Dame here ta say this nigga is bonkers
Whoa far as tha flow I'm the realest nigga spittin it
Niggaz talk hustle game but I'm really gettin it
Anything I want an need nigga I'm gettin it
745 Gucci top wit tha stick in it
The ice is so clear like the shit fishes swimmin in
I ain't Diddy y'all but I'm strictly for the benjamins
I'm tha boss I ain't dealin wit you middle men
Bout ta cop a Yukon white made in cinnamin
[Un Casa + (Cam'Ron)]
Niggaz get ya'll fuckin car game up
(Diplomats that's what's really fuckin good)

[Cam'ron]
Dip Set, Jim Jones, Freeky
Aight Santana man...let's do this
Killa, let's do it man, killa
[Cam'ron]
Aiyyo I argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall and winter time
Get that off the table Cam'ron it's dinner time
I got a line downstairs ma, I'm in the grind
From ten to nine, you do your business right, let me attend to mine
You cooking pork anyway, I ain't into to swine
You out ya mind, nah, you don't know what's in my mind
I'ma surpass crack, move on to Nasdaq
But still my connects move anthrax on Amtrak
[Juelz Santana]
Aiyyo Cam before the cops rush, close the spot
Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block
They frontin' we throw them shots and laugh at 'em
Shoots from the 4-4 magnum, that's how we get back at 'em
Trap 'e, grab 'em and clap at 'em
Yeah, I do this for my lost tribes and Africans
Who lost lives in battling, 4-5s and hackling'
I believe in black soldiers, black covers
Black roses on your grave, snakes and black cobras
Black vultures, rats roaches, sleep now, they laughs over
Fucka
[Chorus: 2x (Cam'ron and Juelz Santana)]
You can catch real niggaz, doing some real things, for real money
Cause real niggaz get money, real niggaz don't snitch
Real niggaz dont lie for a bitch, real niggaz get rich
[Juelz Santana]
Now how you losers want it (Tell me)
We can war out, or ball out I used to frontin', holmes
I throw away 20s on boots and stuntin'
Waste 50s, and abuse my hundreds, I'm getting money, yep
I spend thousands on the shoes for the coup it's nothing
Plus big truckin too it's nothing
[Cam'ron]
I lick a shot so he know I meant it
His soldiers dented, so is his rented
Supreme soloist and still co-defendant
And you notice, a mean motorist that blows the fifth on defendants
Since roota-rooda, yes the Motorola yes sir I'm splendid
You see the furs and pendants, Austin Sigoto, drop though
Hitting curves like Emitt (From Europe) Smith
If you ain't get it, the fifth'll hit your fitted
Clips I get it spitted, flip your wig I really lift it
[Jim Jones]
I'm this burgundy Benz, swervin' B
As I'm watching the snow fall, I'm watching the heads they copping the coke y'all
And to the fiends and junkies, that go through dreams of drunkies
Hos with low-esteem, you know they scream in their monthly (Shut up bitch)
And to my soldiers rocking green in the country
Keep your dean and stay hungry, let get this cream and get money
Them haters wishing they could see my demise
See my moms hard to grief her eyes
Man that eats me alive, roll the weed and get high
This what keep me alive (Listen to me)
My Dip Gang man, the peeps that'll ride
Over me the same peeps that have died
If it's me that catch you, you're fried...
[Chorus: 2x (Cam'ron and Juelz Santana)]
You can catch real niggaz, doing some real things, for real money
Cause real niggaz get money, real niggaz don't snitch
Real niggaz dont lie for a bitch, real niggaz get rich

[Intro: Juelz Santana]
For lovin me girl
Just wanna thank you
Look at what you can do man
Free I like this shit right here man
Girl c'mon
Let's do it like this
Santana's so focused on you
Come holla at a boy that's focused on you
[Juelz Santana]
Shorty I ain't tryin to give you the run around
I'm just tryin to come get you a run around
Skip through a couple towns
Maybe skip through a couple rounds
If your man act dumb I'ma shut him down
I'm sorta a long distance brother
Long checks,long chips, long dick and rubber
Come roll with a pimp or gangsta
Hustler by nature
Trust that I'll take ya
I'll show you the rules and perimeters
Show you how to move with the ooze how to handle it
Show you how to cut loose soon as we scramble it
On the block as soon as the moon it be scramblin'
And you can be my down ass bitch
Yeah baby that's for sure
I'm a show you how package raw
How to snap it on
How to take trips with the package on
How to go and come back with the package gone
Just stacks of cash beyond
[Chorus: Juelz + Freeway]
And ya'll nigaz betta cuff ya girls
Cuz Santana and Free is runnin up the girls (Yeah)
No game just fuck your girls
Pollute her mind and corrupt her world (Yeah)
Give her pounds, give her pies, giver her cake (Yeah)
Hit a city, hit a town, hit a state (Yeah)
Every ghetto every hood we there
Every metal in a Roc-A-Wear
[Freeway]
I been there every ghetto all around the world
I've put that rock shit around ya girl and take down nigga
I take pounds nigga, matter fact I take pounds to chicks
Give 'em train tickets across the border
Is you going or what? Can you go bring back my packages that you joined to her
Get in positions with my sqaud
That's like ironic, you wit me then the venential driver
I'll have you drive me to E-way and stuff, stuff in out tronics
I need a woman to bake, cook pies in the winter then diet, give her the weight
She'll have pounds in the summer, I like Roc-A-Wear Miss Wear
Thick hair, Chick there, Fat Ass, Sick Pair
When we travel to Orlando when we get there, Shit yeah
Bialingal always slang, Across the border diamond yang
Put in orders, Even though we just came to hang
Then we take it where we left there heck yea
I need more then a woman cause it's more then you think here
Bank here, Who rank down here? And I'm more then a rapper
Cause it's more then these rhymes here, Poss here
Hold Nas down here Holla
[Chorus]

[Marvin Gaye]
I've been really tryin' baby
Tryin' to hold back these feelings for so long
And if you feel like I feel baby
Come on
Ohhh come on
Woo
Let's get on
[Little Kid's Voice]
Let's get it on nigga
[Cam'Ron]
Ah man
Lets get it on man
Santana you on your own man
Lets do it man
Dipset
We got these bastards
Man let's do it
[Juelz Santana]
Uh, you nigga's dealin' with a G from the block
Yeah it's me from the block
Quick to tell a nigga' (Let's get it on)
But I don't really like to beef on the block
That bring heat to the block
I got ta' eat on the block nigga' (Let's get it on)
Yeah you dealin' with a pimp from the hood
Keep a chick from the hood
Quick to tell her aye (Let's get it on)
Come on
Let's go
I'm tryin' to do it so aye (Let's get it on)
I'm one hell of a guy
Fly fella' can fly
Like Scarface one hell of a high (Let's get it on)
One hell of a ride
That I ride, 23's look like the pellas' [propellers] on side (Let's get it on)
Who stuntin' like me?
Who frontin' like me?
Who did it, who get it, who done it like me?
You? (Let's get it on)
Who wishin', who frontin', who want it from me?
You? Come get it, you want it, it's nothing to me
You? (Let's get it on)
Yup, already know how I feel
When it comes to pumpin' that steel
It's like (Let's get it on)
You know with these ride boys toke time up with the cowboy ropes
So (Let's get it on)
Uh, let's get it on y'all
Uh, it's love (Let's get it on)
Hey ma, back that ass up
Lookin' back almost crashed up
So (Let's get it on)
That's love right there
Hit em' one more time
Let's get it on, on, on - [Fades till end]

[Juelz Santana]
Oh, come on, fuck with your boy
It's Santana, Heatmakers, where we at?
Let me see you through this
Killa, Jones, Freakay
Yeah man, I'm back at it
Today's a new day, got the boo-lay up in the suitcase
Go uptown to Harlem, tell 'em that I sent ya
Tell 'em it's August, I'm "Gon' Til' November"
I need a couple birds, get a broad, have 'em sent up
Call my bird, get my broad have her sent up (Please)
Call my niggaz, call my squad, have 'em sent up (Please)
I see a town I'm likin'
See some niggas getting money in a town I like it
I run up on them with the pound and light it
Like it's my block now, all right kid?
He understood me quite clear
Then that thing banged out, ranged out the side of his right ear
And I got back to my business, back to my bitches
Back to the kitchen, that pyrex vision
Pop, I let that white stuff sit in
Get hard, get rock, get to the block and pitchin'
Yeah I'm sorry but this is how I'm livin
And this is how I'm getting, fuck how I get it
Hey!
[Chorus: Juelz Santana]
I stood alone watching the wall, in the zone, hand on my handles
Listening to gangsta music
I stood at home hand on a chrome, with a zone, flippin' the channels
Watching how the gangstas do it
I stood alone, getting dome, from a thick chick in sandles
Watching Shaft, clocking math
[Juelz Santana]
Now I see death around the corner
Gotta stay high, will I survive in the city where the skinny niggas die?
Nope, it's the city where the skinny niggas ride
.45 semi on the side, twisting when they drive, yeah
Lick a shot for Big Pop and 'Pac, yeah
One more for Shyne locked inside, yeah
Two more for Cam, for taking over the Roc
Yeah, yeah, it's my year
So, okay, okay, okay, y'all can't fuck with me, no way
Jose or Hector Camacho
Tech blows and watch yo' chest close and tacos
Motherfucker I'm the best, I told y'all before
I should y'all before, ey!
[Chorus: Juelz Santana]
I stood alone watching the wall, in the zone, hand on my handles
Listening to gangsta music
I stood at home hand on a chrome, with a zone, flippin' the channels
Watching how the gangstas do it
I stood alone, getting dome, from a thick chick in sandles
Watching Shaft, clocking math
[Cam'Ron]
I'm on the westside of Chicago, lookin' for a bust down
And make me put my two arms up, Touchdown!
You stay in touch now, but when I tough down
I'm like Buckshot shorty, you better "Duck Down"
Yeah I must clown, I'm from Harlem, Uptown
Where we flash money, take your bitch and ask you, what now?
Birds flip a dozen, chicks is dicks they suckin'
Swallow my kids, go and kiss they cousin
Yes, they kissing cousins, toys kissing muppets
Worst then that, they go home and kiss they husband
That shit's disgusting
Keep the chickens clucking, keep the pigeons buggin'
This on my wrist is nothing
To me it's just yellow hearts and pink diamonds
Where I get the money for this? Don't think rhymin'
You fucking with Pablo, Bravo, Mario Via Bolo ho, Ta-to
[Chorus: Juelz Santana]
I stood alone watching the wall, in the zone, hand on my handles
Listening to gangsta music
I stood at home hand on a chrome, with a zone, flippin' the channels
Watching how the gangstas do it
I stood alone, getting dome, from a thick chick in sandles
Watching Shaft, clocking math