The Diplomats - The Diplomats lyrics
[The Diplomats - The Diplomats lyrics]
Zeek Dip, Dip, Dip, Dipset bitch
Dip Dip Dip Dipset bitch
Dip Dip dip Dipset Bitch
Dipset bitch Dipset Bitch
Why should I entertain, live in the game
Pies to my name, E-5 in his brain
Die for the chain
Zeek hit the side of his frame, bang bang
Fight in the lane
Dip Gang still ride with the Chain
Four guns to none, survive with the chain
We know who did it I ain't crying insane
I hide from the fame
A V in the vain, i'm seing his pain, damn
This my nigga, 10 deep in the game, mane
We hit the streets with Cane
Hit the streets in the Range
Shh, Shh, We ain't repeatin they names
Keep heat, creep creep, leap leap
3 jeeps, beep beep
Set em' sleep with the rain
Fuck a mic, Mac sound check, I back down sets
(sets)
Ask about me, do your background check
(check) 40th guns revolve around history
40 wolves or the unsolved mysteries
Give your corner caution, I go on flossin
Fuck ya robbery! i'll be on distortion
Embrace the lecture, tech taste the texture
Not Lance Rivera, nor Mason Betha
Get a eighth and stretcher
Til they laid in stretchers
Til the red van come
Try to raid and wreck us
Legal aid respect us, Evil yes infections
Dips stamp dope if you got
Them needles check us
Hey Zeek you alright (yea)
You wanna ride (yea)
45 on my side (yeeea yea)
Dip Dip Dip Dipset Bitch
Somebody gotta die tonite
Now Zeek in the pen (yea)
I want revenge (yea)
Mack 10 it extend (oooooooowieee)
Dip Dip Dip Dipset Bitch
Sombody gotta die tonite
Aye Yo, I get the raw double
To cop more bubbles
Leave my case open hope I get in more trouble
More scuffles, so the Law could shuffle
To my door they know when I get bored HUSTLE
Killa Joffe Joe, still stop and go
Get a block of blow if I yell DA-DA-DOE!
Is you Raba (NO) Even mama know
Im the shit but shit Vamoose gotta go
I visit Peru, just to canoe
Witnesses vision is too, they Mr magoo
Who, You, Me, Oh, I'm Killa Bitch
Hustler thats on what that gorilla stitch
20 years go by man still a snitch
Niggas fronted on Zeek man still I itch
No hammers that night Goddamn man
They was sand with ya night i'll play sandman
I keep that Bam Bam Bigilo
Cam the Damn nigga though
Fam Fam every damn nigga know
Fam blam blam every damn trigga blow
Yes man, toe ring and that damn Figaro
Fuck yall niggas thats word to my mother B if
I catch anyone of yall niggas runnin by
Walkin by, driven by, sneakin by
Imma kill yall
Motherfuckerz thats word to me
My Dipset fam, killa Cevery
Motherfucken body i niggas wish
Wish I was dead
But too bad for yall motherfuckerz
Here I go then
Yall gone run soon as see anything that looks
Anything like yall I don't give a fuck
It's fucked up for everybody i
Told Im half Coo koo
Half motherfuckin crazy i seen yall
Walkin round wit the chain
Out talkin bout try
To rob me, try to rob me
I hope these motherfuckers
Try to do it 'cause I got somethin for they
Stinkin ass oh I got somethin for they
Stinkin ass my foot in they ass my fist
In they face, My knee in the ribs
My finger in they eeeyyyyeee ima
Kill them dipset nigga
Dip Dip Dip Dipset bitch
Dip Dip dip Dipset Bitch
Dipset bitch Dipset Bitch
Why should I entertain, live in the game
Pies to my name, E-5 in his brain
Die for the chain
Zeek hit the side of his frame, bang bang
Fight in the lane
Dip Gang still ride with the Chain
Four guns to none, survive with the chain
We know who did it I ain't crying insane
I hide from the fame
A V in the vain, i'm seing his pain, damn
This my nigga, 10 deep in the game, mane
We hit the streets with Cane
Hit the streets in the Range
Shh, Shh, We ain't repeatin they names
Keep heat, creep creep, leap leap
3 jeeps, beep beep
Set em' sleep with the rain
Fuck a mic, Mac sound check, I back down sets
(sets)
Ask about me, do your background check
(check) 40th guns revolve around history
40 wolves or the unsolved mysteries
Give your corner caution, I go on flossin
Fuck ya robbery! i'll be on distortion
Embrace the lecture, tech taste the texture
Not Lance Rivera, nor Mason Betha
Get a eighth and stretcher
Til they laid in stretchers
Til the red van come
Try to raid and wreck us
Legal aid respect us, Evil yes infections
Dips stamp dope if you got
Them needles check us
Hey Zeek you alright (yea)
You wanna ride (yea)
45 on my side (yeeea yea)
Dip Dip Dip Dipset Bitch
Somebody gotta die tonite
Now Zeek in the pen (yea)
I want revenge (yea)
Mack 10 it extend (oooooooowieee)
Dip Dip Dip Dipset Bitch
Sombody gotta die tonite
Aye Yo, I get the raw double
To cop more bubbles
Leave my case open hope I get in more trouble
More scuffles, so the Law could shuffle
To my door they know when I get bored HUSTLE
Killa Joffe Joe, still stop and go
Get a block of blow if I yell DA-DA-DOE!
Is you Raba (NO) Even mama know
Im the shit but shit Vamoose gotta go
I visit Peru, just to canoe
Witnesses vision is too, they Mr magoo
Who, You, Me, Oh, I'm Killa Bitch
Hustler thats on what that gorilla stitch
20 years go by man still a snitch
Niggas fronted on Zeek man still I itch
No hammers that night Goddamn man
They was sand with ya night i'll play sandman
I keep that Bam Bam Bigilo
Cam the Damn nigga though
Fam Fam every damn nigga know
Fam blam blam every damn trigga blow
Yes man, toe ring and that damn Figaro
Fuck yall niggas thats word to my mother B if
I catch anyone of yall niggas runnin by
Walkin by, driven by, sneakin by
Imma kill yall
Motherfuckerz thats word to me
My Dipset fam, killa Cevery
Motherfucken body i niggas wish
Wish I was dead
But too bad for yall motherfuckerz
Here I go then
Yall gone run soon as see anything that looks
Anything like yall I don't give a fuck
It's fucked up for everybody i
Told Im half Coo koo
Half motherfuckin crazy i seen yall
Walkin round wit the chain
Out talkin bout try
To rob me, try to rob me
I hope these motherfuckers
Try to do it 'cause I got somethin for they
Stinkin ass oh I got somethin for they
Stinkin ass my foot in they ass my fist
In they face, My knee in the ribs
My finger in they eeeyyyyeee ima
Kill them dipset nigga