Dipset Symphony Lyrics - Diplomats

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[mister c: intro]
I don't give a xxxx who's first or who's last the dipset is gonna rock this xxxx out at a drop of a brick nigga. i don't care what y'all say i don't care what y'all do but y'all better rep harlem until the god-damned music is through. mister c lets go!

[juelz santana]
All eyes on the honorable who?
Dipset back to the grill again live at the barbeque
Beefs on all my kids ride like a carnival
Heats drawn all you kids lie like carpet do
Get up and get ready what up the kids ready
Now that im back the game is fucked the xxxxx let me
You front you stunt you get heat clown
Yeah punks jump up to get beat down

[jim jones]
Now eight years ago i played the bench with dimes
Everybody in my park was getting bent off dimes
Pitchin packs on the block tryin' to get us some sneakers
Sippin yak henney rock puffin nickels of reefer
I'm pumpin on the strip in the midst of the drug trade
Im watching for the blitz in the midst of the drug raid
For niggas gotta eat its like my stomach is touching back
New york's ryder man for you suckers im xxxxxx back

[hell rell]
Now can i kick it?
Yes i can
They wanna know if im g'd up
Yes i am
Look i over-paid my dues i almost made the news
The block kinda hot but the coke came on move
If i was a brick you wouldn't know what to do with me
You'd probably cook me up get a stem and start using me
Nobody built me i made myself and
You don't know how to shoot guns you'd graze yourself

[j.r. writer]
I was a fiend before i became a teen
It was dreams toss for the latest beams (urh)
Made in cream 'cause hey they kept the kept the powder in the tray
Way before it was maybelene
Im into major stacks major stats hate on that
Cam holla 'cause im gonna bring his label plaques
That aint made of plat whoa your jewellery aint gold
You cop ya jewellery from hov they all fade to black

[40 cal]
When i was nine years old i realized who was a roll (?)
At the end i cop a benz when i chop some o's forty
Smokin lye optimoz poppin mo's we both shoppin?
Difference is you coppin clothes i'll show you how to drop a rolls
Whether a phantom or a flower i'm a killa like jaffi joe
Im from where they made the cocky flow
While hoes puck up on my stick like you trying to hit a hockey goal

[un kasa]
I keep a nine in my dresser lyrical professer
Keep you under pressure aint a nigga better
Mind like a com-puter sick shooters
You'll get finned go to war with six shooters
I bone xxxxxxx with coupes and big hooters
Give head and piff buddha pump bricks and sip luha
Ha you hard you runnin with state troopers
My niggas is straight shooters xxxx back and straight shoot ya

[mister c: outro]
Not in my book never that nigga i'll ask y'all niggas to go till the motherfuckin beat stops when i had the dipset right i had juelz santana jim jones hell rell jr writer 40 cal un kasa dipset forever nigga mister c signin' off duke da god

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