Dipset Anthem

作曲 : Dees, Giles, Green, James ...

Yeah, Dipset, uh

C'mon, **** 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 b*****s

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, **** how I get it

I stood alone watching the wall, in the zone, hand on my handles

Listening to ****ers music, ay!

I stood at home hand on a chrome, with a zone, flipping the channels

Watching how the mother****ers 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 **** with me, no way

Jose or Hector Camacho

TEC blows and watch yo' chest close and tacos

Mother****er 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 ****ers music, ay!

I stood at home hand on a chrome, with a zone, flipping the channels

Watching how the mother****ers 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 b***h and ask you, 'what now?'

Birds flip a dozen, chicks, it's ****s 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 ****ing with Pablo, Bravo

Mario Villabona, hoe, Ta-to

I stood alone watching the wall, in the zone, hand on my handles

Listening to ****ers music, ay!

I stood at home hand on a chrome, with a zone, flipping the channels

Watching how the mother****ers do it, ay! (say it with me)

I stood alone watching the wall, in the zone, hand on my handles

Listening to ****ers music, ay!

I stood alone, getting dome, from a thick chick in sandals

Watching Shaft, clocking math