Cam’ron, Hell Rell, J.R. Writer - Dipset Hot 97 Freestyle lyrics

New York City, you are now tuned
In to America's # 1 station, hot 97
In conjunction with America's # 1 DJ
Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, pardon me
#1 independent rap label dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by greatness
Uhh huh my man Hell Rell's in the building
BX borough uhh huh jR writer's here
You know he's the writer of writer's
Right now, I don't know where Santana's out
He probably in Brazil
Act up homie they told us not
To stay at Def Jam, we eatin' over there
You was right, put work on they block sell
More than they sell
I feel you ayo Capo act up do
What you do homie go ahead homie
I'm waiting in the wings for somebody
To act stupid i'm right here
You heard i used to be Jaffe-Jo
I used to be Killa
I think I'm go with something different
This year i'm go with

Yo! We Guerrilla breathin'
We Guerrilla breeding
It's the Dips, get the drift
This is Killa Season
Watch him kill the season, Paid checks heavy
It's King Jaffe-Jo get ya tape decks ready
We Guerrilla breathin', Killa Season
Feel the Evening, Killin' Season
Watch him kill the season paid checks heavy
It's Diplomat Records get ya tape decks ready

Say what cats did I hang with, slang with
Bang bang with blain gangsta ganked it left
Lane to the banquet
Live from the borough where
Rich Porter became Rich
Purple Rain in the rain explains it
On that same spit to the day of a reign
I aim and flame for your lame
The clips change, obtain bricks
Exchange bricks
Bricks exchanged, throw the kid some change
Look homeboy, I ain't trying to get no names
Must of sniffed cocaine
Looking at my Diplo chain
The biscuit turn you to bisquick
Mixed with shrimp lo mein
Old ladies just stop and say "it's yo thang"
Can't deny 'em, look down my wrist go bling
Bling bling, listen in
Come and get some cash
First kiss my ring, ohh no, well kiss my ass
Back in my zone homes, get ya mind right
The 2-3 or 3-2, nah it's the twilight
It's the highlights of my life
Every gun, car, crib
Chicken head that I like
Ten on the dope, ten that's beside knife
Ten in the hood, ten that's besides night
And they tied tight, my family ties tight
Ten town, 200 bricks, forget 5 mics

You gotta feel the heathen
We guerrilla breathin'
It's the Dips, get the drift
This is Killa Season
Watch him kill the season, paid checks heavy
It's King Jaffe-Jo get ya tape decks ready
You gotta feel the heathen
We guerrilla breathin'
It's the Dips, get the drift
This is Killa Season
Watch him kill the season, paid checks heavy
It's King Jaffe-Jo get ya tape decks ready

That's 1 and out, let's go
Let's keep it moving that's 1 song
I mean let's go
You want to get i mean Hell Rell
You ain't say nothing that song let's go
Let's go i mean that's 1 and
Out that's 1 song down
That's heat rock let's go i'm step
Out jR lace 'em up
I'm come back in a minute ya'll get busy

Alright we got this man
Let me hear a hook on this

It's kind of hard to doubt
That we ain't a slaughterhouse
Dip radio you're now tuned in
To the Hardest Out slash the first to ride
You ain't never heard of fly
Call it how you want in
Nigga my G's is certified

Yo I slow flowes y'all to death
These hustlers acting like they
Coke hard to stretch
Any broads wanting me to put
Cash in they purse
Like they wrote half of my verse, nope
I give a few some credit
Tell ya dude bring my cash on the first
Plus I hold a welfare card
Cause that's how I work
I'm bout to buy a Aston Martin
Throw you in the trunk
Be at the Funk Flex show
With you in the trunk
If they said I couldn't do it
They put me to the test
But I proved to all them suckers
I was worthy of success
Teacher said I was a uhh
Was wasting time in her class
It was more like she was wasting mine
I had them dimes on the ave
Mamma said I was a dead shot
Locked up in a can
Nope, got it popping with Cam
Up in a drop like Shabam
But why they knocking that man
Cause of the rocks on his hand
Or the Air Forces they'll never see
Cause they got copped at Japan
Damn, man I know he a gangsta
And he pop his steel
He supposed to be dead or locked
Up why he got a deal?
He was just shooting a uzi
Now he shooting a movie
And all his mans starting
To act like groupies
I slow flowed y'all to death
These hustlers acting like my
Flow hard to catch
Man Diplomats we the strongest force
On or off the court we
Ball and ball the sport

It's kinda hard to doubt that
We ain't a slaughterhouse
Dip radio you're now tuned in
To the Hardest Out slash the first to ride
You ain't never heard of fly
Take it how you want it
Coward our G's is certified

Sleepin' high with visions of my enemies
Beggin' for mercy crawling on the
Floor like a centipede
Screaming Rell please don't shoot
Me I got children
Should've thought about those snotty nose
Kids when you was snitching
But now I'm on a mission
Yeah fresh out the kitchen
A stand up dude who only sit when he shhh
You sit when you pissing, dude listen
My talent was God-given
Got wise by hard living
I Sleep all day, smoke haze, ménage women
I spit these hard rhythms it feel
Like a car hit 'em
So leave that boy a lone can't
You see he in the zone
Dudes try to be like 'em can't
You see he getting cloned
All this blue and this yellow can't
You see it in the stones
And yeah we brought them hammers Cam
We never leave 'em alone
So move back, I'm poppin off the 4
Heaven let me in because I'm
Knocking on ya door it's Prada on my whores
And nah I don't really do to many funerals
But I gotta go to yours
I gotta see the face of a coward
Please man let the homie breathe give
Me a taste of the power
My chain hate my watch, my watch hate my ring
My jewelry going crazy
Gotta get some new bling
So all praise is due to Hell
Rell it's the new religion
Smack ya girl pop 2 in her True Religions

That's 2 and out let's go
Dennis you moving slow Dennis
Let's go Dennis that's 2 and
Out good work good work
JR you up man hold on stop it stop it
D, I mean
You got something to say that's 2 and out
We early koch put that EP
Together that's 2 songs nuts and dirty
(Funk Flex) i mean come on
I mean excuse me Flex excuse me
2 minutes can I get 2 minutes let's
Do what we told to do
New York we run this here i mean Pardon
Listen it's JR's turn i'm do the chorus
You ready? Let me get this
Son i just wrote son
Let me see I'm it's my turn I
Ain't get a chorus off yet
I'm go in first then alright
That's 3 songs and out let's do it

My dude riding, he riding in Lamborghinis
The oyster mixed with Linguine, you hear me?
He's a rider!
All in together, together we getting cheddar
Yo cheddar we get together, you hear me?
He's a rider!
My dude riding, he riding in Lamborghinis
The oyster mixed with Linguine, you hear me?
He's a rider
All together, together we getting cheddar
You dude's you know better, why?
He's a rider!

Listen pal, I ain't gotta spit
Child you was not as sick
Foul for a while, look my style is anonymous
(Anonymous) pound for pound of piff
Smile cuz I'm drowning it yous a fake G like
A thousand in counterfeit's
I can show you how to flip that bird
How to hit that curb, how to get that served
Youngin, I'm the shhh, that's word
Yous a prick, fag, herb
You get pimped slapped heard?
Huh, come get wit a rebel
I'll put the kick to the pedal
The clip and the metal, I'm sickening nephew
Listen hereyour F-in engineer couldn't
Get to my level
Dipset is forever B, bet y'all remember me
Stretch all my enemies
Heckler send 'em three
But, I got a tek that'll get a G
To drop his flag like a ref on a penalty
I'm fresher than lemon squeeze
Wrist wrap chill
Pitch black car wit them pitch black wheels
Nice more stash box, big black steel
Leave you at the red light
The kid's that real!
Stepping in his Nikes, freshest in your sight
You ain't never seen these F-in
Pella in ya life!
I throw on fresh gear, throw on fresh wear
This is something you will have
To throw on next year, yea!

Listen scrap believe me
You need crack to see me i'm a classic
One of your old scratched up CD's
Nigga Check my swag it's easy
That you can see I do the damn
Thing and I ain't Fab or Jeezy
I stepped through the trap wit Weezy
Front of the tenements
Posted up on post, hundred Dominicans
That'll clap you soon as you go to beef wit J
Throw a couple at you once they hear Dida Le!
Put your brains all across the pavement
You niggas singing like you singing
How you talk to agents
But drop my name, and I'm a stop
Throw in a box like some
Cats at a hop-scotch game i copp drops mane
Come peep what I whip whore
A 62, got it jumpin like a 6-4
Soon as I hit tour, brrr, caught a chill
Sleeves on freeze, add up to a quarter mil!
I'm bout to talk my deal
That's what a thug about killa, hit Sharon
Tell her I need another house!
I dig ya mother out, then put her in a cab
Gas her up then hit the hooker wit them slabs
What you think? Naw I ain't
A rookie wit it fag
She'll have to boof that in
A cookie like a pad
You rookies are just mad
You can't say shit to me
You gotta get rid of me
I'm bout to make history

I mean, hold on, that's three and out
Hold on
Don't even play yet put that on pause B
New York City
We gonna take a slight intermission
Because if you do this up here, you bitin
We knocked three songs out you can
Only do it in one take
That means we didn't punch in that
Means I one taped it
JR one taped it hell Rell one
Taped it we chorused it out
That means the business is right
The rhymes is right and if you come
Up here and try freestyle a song
You're bitin (you swagger jackin)
I mean you did a solo song Hell Rell right
That means you repped BX Borough
You repped the Dominicans
I'm 140 and Lennox to the death
So we might as well do something together
Capo get ready to take the motherfuuh
Capo take the Maserati up to 200, we goin in
Lets go
Tape this for Santana when he get back
Let's get 16's off, I got the chorus on this
Y'all back up let's go, I got the chorus
You ready, New York City we
Run the motherfuckin building, pardon me
Take it, take it back B I messed up
Because I'm talking too much
Take it from the top take it from the top
New York, I mean, i mean I know y'all gon
Home and write hard tonight
I know y'all gon home and write hard tonight

Ya'll Diplomats
Y'all kickin this chicken scratch
What you can't g-get wit that
Homeboy go flip a pack dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset!
Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset!
I said It's the Diplomats
What y'all kickin this chicken scratch
Ya'll can't g-get wit that
Homeboy go flip a pack dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset!
Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset!

Listen, I'm worth a couple figures
Always hurting all these niggas that I'm OC
Tryin to stuff the purple in the swisher
Convertible just picture
How I swerve up on your sister wit a dance
Tip dance that'll turn her to a stripper
Ya the burner by the zipper, burn em
Turn 'em to a pisser
Shit 'em mister in a river
You going to learn that I am sicker
Determined to be bigger
Birds I serve 'em to these niggas
Call the cops, they ain't seen these type
Of murderers since Hitler
Shit if I know em, I'm quick to expose 'em
Wristery frozen
Reason why your chick on my scrotum
I'm lifted and potent on some
Shit that is potent fresh out the pot
2Pac couldn't picture me rolling

I said It's the Diplomats
Y'all kickin this chicken scratch
Ya'll can't g-get wit that
Homeboy go flip a pack dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset!
Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset!
I said It's the Diplomats
What y'all kickin this chicken scratch
Ya'll can't g-get wit that
Homeboy go flip a pack dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset!
Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset!