Juelz Santana, Cam’ron - Dipset (Santana’s Town) lyrics

Dipset in the building (Killa)
Juelz, you on your own man, let's go
Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset
Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset
Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset

Juelz, Dip Dip santana, Set, Set
What he grip, grip, nigga, TEC, TECs
Who you with, with throw up your set
Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, what (oww)
Juelz, Dip Dip santana, Set, Set
What he grip, grip, nigga, TEC, TECs
Who you with, with throw up your set
Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, what (oww)

Yo, I be with a gang of gangs
That hang and bang
Animals, orangatangs, hammers move
Bangers bang
Damn it dude, the game done changed
I got a whole selection, a whole collection
A ho selection of my ho collection
And I'm big pimpin', stick givin'
Quick shiftin' bitch listen, this isn't
No damn game in here (oww)
Yeah, the whole Byrd Gang's in here, like
Kurt Cobain was here, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(oww)
And I'm dangerous yeah, brainless yeah
Stainless yeah
Aim to kill yeah, bangers yeah
Y'all some dead motherfuckers (oww)
And my diddy-bop
Barge through the city blocks
Hard with the pretty Glock
Dodge or you gettin' shot
Diddy to the bar, hard liquor get a shot
Get a broad, get here hot
Get her home give her cock (oww)
Go, it's your birthday
Go, go drink it girl, it's cummin'
I know you're thirsty (oww)
Harlem's my birthplace, tombstone dirt place
Doomsday, goonsday, Tuesday to Thursday, ay
(oww)

Juelz, Dip Dip santana, Set, Set
What he grip, grip, nigga, TEC, TECs
Who you with, with throw up your set
Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, what (oww)
Juelz, Dip Dip santana, Set, Set
What he grip, grip, nigga, TEC, TECs
Who you with, with throw up your set
Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, what (oww)

Jump, stomp, move, breathe
We, in, too, deep, OKAY! (oww)
I'm lo-lo from the block again
Po-po and the cops again
No homo but they cockin' them
Four-fos and Glocks and them
They the paparazzi, they the livest posses
Kamikaze, Nazi, Nazi, copy papi
I'm a baller baller
You're not at all a baller
That's why I scored your daughter
Left her home, call her, call her
I'm in the low BM, yeah, with your old BM
Weed smoke and Ozium, trojans and petroleums
Yeah, and that's just incase
The ho ain't safe take it off, bend it over
Throw it in, work it, work it
Oops, squirt it, squirt
Oops, oopsy dais, ohh I'm crazed
Cho-cho train, co-ca mane, Zulu Gang
I'm old school like Bambaataa, no man's hotta
The damn dadda, I jam proper, your man's nada

Juelz, Dip Dip santana, Set, Set
What he grip, grip, nigga, TEC, TECs
Who you with, with throw up your set
Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, what (oww)
Juelz, Dip Dip santana, Set, Set
What he grip, grip, nigga, TEC, TECs
Who you with, with throw up your set
Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, what (oww)
Santana, Killa, Jim Jones, Freekey
Killa, you already know what it is
My man Juelz Santana, that
Boy got that crack, man
Diplomat Records, man