The Diplomats, Juelz Santana - More Than Music lyrics

Yeah, okay (We gon' do it like this)
I'm back again, Santana (OH)
Fuck with your boy (Dipset)
Dipset, Heatmakerz (yeah, yeah)

Yo, I try to be easy
I try to be calm, breathe easy
It don't seem easy (nope)
I'm on my P's and Q's (what else?)
Y's and Z's, 4-5's on the side of me
Plus, four guys on the side of me
(with what?)
With 4-5's on the side of them (yeah)
We can play now, this is a war
Not a playground
We came to lay or get laid down
Spray or get sprayed down
Waterfalls any day now
Cops with their wall to wall raid downs
I'm ducking and weaving, running and leaving
Not trying to feel the


Cuffs when they squeezing
Or the plunger they stuck in Louima
So I'm stuck with this Nina
I'm stuck with this finger
Itchy as fuck, you fucked up I'll leave ya
Chump
Went to school, but ain't stay in class
Hated class only first period, yep
I could relate to math
Played games, but the games is bad
You know, cops and robbers, laser tag
See what I was aiming at
Hop scotch on niggas faces left 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 the clock, clocking my work up
Niggas know me
Taught him how to cook, liven his work up
Told him it's not the pot, it's the worker
Gotta mix shorty
Gotta do it like this, shorty (this shorty)
Clockwise, counter-clockwise, it's all
In the wrist, shorty
Fuck with me (shorty) yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

This is a movement, this is a union
This is more than what you people call music
I'm part of this Dipset confusion
TECs up, 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 powerful music that I
Bring to the table
Sequel to Abel, fuck with your boy, OH!

You motherfuckers really don't know (nope)
You motherfuckers really won't know (nope)
I'm real, fucka, I really won't fold
(come on)
I kill fuckas and wheelie off roads (yeah)
Banshees, Raptors like I'm really off road
(let's go)
The pain I feel, I really won't show, man
The game is real, I really don't know, Cam
If I'ma make it or not
But my plan's 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 won't 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: 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 dripping off the bottom of
The plate when I'm mixing
Cake whipping on the bottom of the
Plate when I lift it
Eight digit's 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 gets it popping
Shoot shit, shit is popping
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!
Yeah, come on, okay, uh huh, yeah, uh huh

This is a movement, this is a union
This is more then what you people call music
I'm part of this Dipset confusion
TECs up, 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 powerful music that I
Bring to the table
Sequel to Abel, fuck with your boy