The Diplomats, Juelz Santana, Cam’ron - Dipset Anthem lyrics

Yeah, Dipset, uh c'mon, fuck with your boy
It's Santana, Heatmakerz, where we at?
Let me see you through this
Killa, Jones, Freekey
Yeah man, I'm back at it, come on

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 gone til' November
(yeah) i need a couple birds, get a broad
Have 'em sent up (of course)
Call my bird, get my broad have her sent up
(please) call my niggas, call my squad
Have 'em sent up (please, yeah)
I see a town I'm liking
See some niggas getting money in
A town: I like it (yeahhh)
I run up on them with the pound and light it
Like, "it's my block now, alright, kid?"
(whoa) he understood me quite clear
Then that thing banged out
And rang out the side of his right ear (woo)
And I got back to my business
Back to my bitches
Back to the kitchen, that Pyrex vision
Pot, I let that white stuff sit in
Get hard, get rock
Get to the block and pitching (what)
Yeah I'm sorry but this is how I'm living
And this is how I'm getting
Fuck how I get it hey!

I stood alone watching the wall, in the zone
Hand on my handles
Listening to gangsta music, ay!
I stood at home hand on
A chrome, with a zone, flipping the channels
Watching how the gangstas do it, ay!
(say it with me)
I stood alone, getting dome
From a thick chick in sandals
Watching Shaft, clocking math

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
TEC blows and watch yo' chest close and tacos
Motherfucker I'm the best
I told y'all before
I showed y'all before, ay!

I stood alone watching the wall, in the zone
Hand on my handles
Listening to gangsta music, ay!
I stood at home hand on
A chrome, with a zone, flipping the channels
Watching how the gangstas do it, ay!
(say it with me)
I stood alone, getting dome
From a thick chick in sandals
Watching Shaft, clocking math

Killa, Killa (Killa)
I'm on the west side of Chicago
Looking for a bust down
Don't make me put my two arms up, touchdown!
(what up, ma?)
You stay in touch now, but when I touch down
I'm like Buckshot, shorty, 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
It's dicks they suckin'
Swallow my kids, go and kiss they cousin
Yes, they kissing cousins
Toya's kissing muffin worse than that
They go home and kiss they husband
(shit's foul) the shit's disgusting
Keep the chickens clucking
Keep the pigeons bugging
This on my wrist is nothing
Yeah, it's just yellow hearts
And pink diamonds where I get the money for
This? Don't think rhyming
You fucking with Pablo, Bravo
Mario Villabona, hoe, Ta-to

I stood alone watching the wall, in the zone
Hand on my handles
Listening to gangsta music, ay!
I stood at home hand on
A chrome, with a zone, flipping the channels
Watching how the gangstas do it, ay!
(say it with me)
I stood alone, getting dome
From a thick chick in sandals
Watching Shaft, clocking math