The Diplomats, Un Kasa - Un Casa lyrics

Killa what's really good my nigga
(Un Casa what's really good)
What's really good flee
Yo, what's really good i got to get on this
I just signed ta Diplomat yesterday
What's really good
(I mean, I mean the album is done I mean
You know you on the next
Joint you on my album
I mean what's really good I
Mean you good you know)
But naw but what's really good
I'm in the studio now
It's a beat out there it's fire
What's really good I need ta
Get on this album
I can't be late man what you mean
(I can't, I mean I turned the album in Cas
What you really want me ta do)
Naw call that nigga Dame
Tell him it's another joint
Man what's really good
Dame what's really good man
Call him right now what's really
Good what's really good (You know what
I'ma put the beat up cause
You did sign yesterday
I'ma put you on before we
Even get the album started
It better be fire I mean what's really good)
What's really good you know I got that PIFF
What's really really really
Really really good
(Ayo Guru put something up matta fact)
What's really good
(Ayo, Guru you got the beat up)
Dipset (Good, ayo) taliban bitch
(I got the beat up, Killa)
(You better spit too man)
Casa I'm in here man (You made me go through
All this shit motherfucker
You better spit that shit
Diplomats, Jim Jones santana, Freekey
Ayo Brazi what's really good)

It's a shame how I rap so bananas
It's Mr two-Gun Un
Motherfuckers better cock back them hammers
You might catch me in the
Drop blowin pop with Santana
The hawk on me's not from Atlanta
It's just the father to the
Glocks in the hamper
Look in the rear view the cops in the camera
I flow hot like blocks down in Tampa
And leave you dead pop
Shot from them blammers
And go down south and rock wit them bamas
And come back in the Porsche color hot banana
Vanilla coat seats piper made by Tropicana
Speakers do the wop rims do the Macerana
This is Taliban Dipset Roc-A-Fella
It ain't nuthin for Two-Gun to pop a fella
Killa signed me now I got the mozerella
I promised Hell Rell Un Cas gon' rock forever

What's really good Flee what's really good
(Aiight flee I mean that
That that's what's really good
I can't front)
Well what's really good can I finish
(I mean I mean what's really
Good hold up Two-Gun
I'ma let you finish I mean
What's really really good now)
What's really good
(I mean what's really good)
What's really good
(I mean you did your thing I'm
With you what's really good
Let's finish up let's right
What's really good)

Yo I'm livin' in the equinox
Niggas eat with Glocks
Enough steel it'll cease the block
Add yeast to increase the rock
I got knowledge that can teach my pops
Watch my pockets increase with knots
Play the low so I speak to cops
Walk the beat in my bop in my beef and brocs
Ice in my piece an watch
Ain't too many niggas that can reach the top
Or speak this hot
Peep this pop I leave you not
I rhyme over beats with the meanest drops
And teens'll flock
Seen my spot, seen my prop
Ran when you seen the cops
Got your wife sucking semen cocks
I'ma Taliban lyrical monster
They'll shout a city I conquer
White Ice cinnamon Parker
Al Qaeda's most vividest author
Hundred thou just ta glitter the charm up
45th sides grittiest monster
The truck look like the city of Tonka
Dame here ta say this nigga is bonkers
Whoa far as the flow I'm
The realest nigga spittin' it
Niggas talk hustle game but
I'm really gettin' it
Anything I want an need nigga I'm gettin' it
745 Gucci top with the stick in it
The ice is so clear like
The shit fishes swimmin' in
I ain't Diddy y'all but I'm
Strictly for the benjamins
I'm the boss I ain't dealin'
With you middle men
Bout ta cop a Yukon, white, mint and cinnamon

Niggas get y'all fuckin' car game up
(Diplomats, that's what's really
Fuckin' good)