The Diplomats, Cam’ron, Jim Jones, Juelz Santana - Dynasty Freestyle lyrics

Uhh, you already know who it is, right?
D-Rugs, Candyman, Bloodshed
You know what the math on that is, right?
Killa, bitch, huh dipset, Harlem, Harlem
It's almost back home, y'all
Jim Jones, Freekey Zekey
Ayo Santana, what is it, huh?

Ayo, lately I've been going
Through some family matters
My mother keep telling me "family matters"
I got this attitude like, damn these matters
I'm grown now, I know how to handle matters
Chrome four four handle magnums
In case he run and now I don't
Get a chance to grab 'em dog
I'll catch you while you parallel parkin'
Gun in each hand start parallel sparkin'
Kill you and your man put
Y'all in parallel coffins
Yeah these big guns we riding with
And my clips stay wide and shit
The bullets stay the size of Twix
You don't wanna get popped with this
Homeboy, so watch your lips
Y'all talk real tough but I
Know y'all very weak
You fucking with a ghetto
Beast that never sleeps
I don't need a hundred niggas to settle beef
Just my, arm and hand stretched out
With that metal piece
Yeah, y'all laughing and think is a game
'Til I pop you and you leaking in pain
Or you in a casket and ya
Baby mom thinks it's a shame, faggot

Now I'ma have my mommy mad again
When she found out that I'm back to
Playing with these keys like Tommy Flanagan
And my girl said if I have
To tell my man again
"If you end up in that can again
I'm through with your shenanigans"
But I'm back on the corner and I'm panicking
With a big gun that'll have
You stiffer than a mannequin
Shit is brain damaging
All this cocaine handling
You can catch me on the corner
Crazy crispy with the chain dangling
And in the same way I'm running the clubs
Oh yeah dogs I'm one of those thugs
That's allowed and drunk pissy
And blunted on drugs
Shit, a hundred of Bloods my gun and my slugs
The way I be feeling y'all
Niggas want it then WHAAAT?
I had you pay the ultimate price
Like dealing with my vultures ain't nice
They coming for them long chains and
Pieces that sculpted with ice
Just the same shit that scuffed my life
Ah fuck it man this culture ain't right
Some say I hopped out the
Jag and the rag fell
But I say when I hopped out the Jag did
You know that the top of the rag fell

Killa, Killa harlem, Killa, uhh, uhh
Uhh, yo
Ayo everybody out at the Up in Smoke tour
I was Uptown, gats out, up in coke wars
Bootleg, gun shop, up in both stores
Both grip, both hands held both fours
Ups downs, highs lows, seen both doors
Die or to live, decisions are both yours
But two cats fronted, I broke both jaws
I'm with two chicks
You know I fucked both whores
Homicide, robbery, I broke both laws
I do you like food I assume you roast yours
I been so poor
Couldn't afford a condom had to go raw
Next day in the free clinic, oh Lord!
When you became a Willie? Is
You insane or silly? I will aim the milli
Doggie at yo' brain for really
It's not a game my nilly
I'ma do this 'til every last
Damn chain is chilly
How many came to kill me?
I hustle with Queef, her voice is real bitter
She, fuck up my money
Ain't no choice but to hit her but she'll
Loiter and litter 'til them boys
Come and get her
That's the difference in our money
Six 6's to a figure
Hookers and hoodrats, using sex as a gimmick
I got a tournament for handicap
Special Olympics next to the clinic
Case one of they legs get dismembered
Last year wheelchair tipped
Broke a neck he was injured
Want 100? Go the nerd way, perse
Feds want niggas up in the birdcage for
Shit back in the 3rd grade
Lawyers see I made it back
Love to set up slay with tracks
NYPD tow truck, raise the rack, took it
Gave it back betrayed the fact they bugged
The Jeep, seats, floors and light bulbs
So I had to change the Range up
And game up with these white thugs
Now on the tube, see the station
Me, Jimmy Iovine, give me my cream
Shapiro, Peter Gatien, relation
Spot a club in LA just to touch it up
Then rug it up, thug it up, but name the club
Suck and fuck Whatever nigga, what
Is what, respect power, the set's ours
Two guns, be on news one, next hour
Lead shower
With weapons involved I kept a revolve'
Now a deluxe apartment, George Jefferson bar
I'm from where Nicky Barnes
Mr fritz got rich as fuck
Rich and A hit the kitchens
Then was pitchin' up
Rob Base, Mase, Doug E fresh switched it up
I do both
Who am I to fuck tradition up? Killa

Killa, Dipset harlem, huh, huh
Holla at ya dawg