[Cam'Ron]
New York City, you are now tuned in to America's # 1 station, Hot 97
In conjunction with America's # 1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label
Dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by greatness
Uhh-huh
My man Hell Rell's in the building, BX borough. Uhh-huh
J.R. Writer's here, you know he's the writer of writer's
Right now, I don't know where Santana's out, he probably in Brazil
Act up homie. They told us not to stay at Def Jam, we eatin' over there
You was right, put work on they block. Sell more than they sell
I feel you. Ayo Capo act up. Do what you do homie. Go ahead homie
I'm waiting in the wings for somebody to act stupid. I'm right here
You heard. I used to be Jaffe-Jo, I used to be k**a
I think I'm go with something different this year. I'm go with
[Hook: J.R. Writer and Cam'Ron]
Yo! We Guerrilla breathin', we Guerrilla breeding
It's the Dips, get the drift, This is k**a Season
Watch him k** the season, Paid checks heavy
It's King Jaffe-Jo get ya tape decks ready
We Guerrilla breathin', k**a Season
Feel the Evening, k**in' Season
Watch him k** the season paid checks heavy
It's Diplomat Records get ya tape decks ready
[Cam'Ron]
Say what cats did I hang with, slang with, bang bang with
Blain gangsta ganked it left lane to the banquet
Live from the borough where Rich Porter became Rich
Purple Rain in the rain explains it, on that same spit
To the day of a reign, I aim and flame for your lame
The clips change, obtain bricks, exchange bricks
Bricks exchanged, throw the kid some change
Look homeboy, I ain't trying to get no names
Must of sniffed c**aine, looking at my Diplo chain
The biscuit turn you to bisquick mixed with shrimp lo mein
Old ladies just stop and say "it's yo thang"
Can't deny 'em, look down my wrist go bling
Bling bling, listen in, come and get some cash
First kiss my ring, ohh no, well kiss my a**
Back in my zone homes, get ya mind right
The 2-3 or 3-2, nah it's the twilight
It's the highlights of my life
Every gun, car, crib, chicken-head that I like
Ten on the dope, ten that's beside knife
Ten in the hood, ten that's besides night
And they tied tight, my family ties tight
Ten town, 200 bricks, forget 5 mics
[Hook: J.R. Writer]
You gotta feel the heathen, we guerrilla breathin'
It's the Dips, get the drift, this is k**a Season
Watch him k** the season, paid checks heavy
It's King Jaffe-Jo get ya tape decks ready
You gotta feel the heathen, we guerrilla breathin'
It's the Dips, get the drift, this is k**a Season
Watch him k** the season, paid checks heavy
It's King Jaffe-Jo get ya tape decks ready
[Cam'Ron]
That's 1 and out, let's go, let's keep it moving. That's 1 song
I mean let's go, you want to get... I mean Hell Rell you ain't say nothing that song
Let's go, Let's go. I mean that's 1 and out. That's 1 song down
That's heat rock. Let's go. I'm step out. J.R. lace 'em up
I'm come back in a minute. Ya'll get busy
[Hell Rell]
Alright we got this man
Let me hear a hook on this
[Hook: J.R. Writer]
It's kind of hard to doubt that we ain't a slaughterhouse
Dip radio you're now tuned in to the Hardest Out
Slash the first to ride, you ain't never heard of fly
Call it how you want in n***a my G's is certified
[Hell Rell]
Yo I slow flowes y'all to d**h
These hustlers acting like they coke hard to stretch
Any broads wanting me to put cash in they purse
Like they wrote half of my verse, nope
I give a few some credit,tell ya dude bring my cash on the first
Plus I hold a welfare card cause that's how I work
I'm bout to buy a Aston Martin, throw you in the trunk
Be at the Funk Flex show, with you in the trunk
If they said I couldn't do it, they put me to the test
But I proved to all them s**ers I was worthy of success
Teacher said I was a uhh, was wasting time in her cla**
It was more like she was wasting mine, I had them dimes on the ave
Mamma said I was a dead shot locked up in a can
Nope, got it popping with Cam, up in a drop like Shabam
But why they knocking that man, cause of the rocks on his hand
Or the Air Forces they'll never see cause they got copped at Japan
Damn, man I know he a gangsta, and he pop his steel
He supposed to be dead or locked up why he got a deal?
He was just shooting a uzi, now he shooting a movie
And all his mans starting to act like groupies
I slow flowed y'all to d**h
These hustlers acting like my flow hard to catch
Man Diplomats we the strongest force
On or off the court we ball and ball the sport
[Hook: J.R. Writer]
It's kinda hard to doubt that we ain't a slaughterhouse
Dip radio you're now tuned in to the Hardest Out
Slash the first to ride, you ain't never heard of fly
Take it how you want it coward our G's is certified
[Hell Rell]
Sleepin' high with visions of my enemies
Beggin' for mercy crawling on the floor like a centipede
Screaming Rell please don't shoot me I got children
Should've thought about those snotty nose kids when you was snitching
But now I'm on a mission, yeah fresh out the kitchen
A stand up dude who only sit when he shhh
You sit when you pissing, dude listen
My talent was God-given, got wise by hard living
I Sleep all day, smoke haze, ménage women
I spit these hard rhythms it feel like a car hit 'em
So leave that boy a lone can't you see he in the zone
Dudes try to be like 'em can't you see he getting cloned
All this blue and this yellow can't you see it in the stones
And yeah we brought them hammers Cam we never leave 'em alone
So move back, I'm poppin off the 4
Heaven let me in because I'm knocking on ya door
It's Prada on my who*es
And nah I don't really do to many funerals, but I gotta go to yours
I gotta see the face of a coward
Please man let the homie breathe give me a taste of the power
My chain hate my watch, my watch hate my ring
My j**elry going crazy, gotta get some new bling
So all praise is due to Hell Rell it's the new religion
Smack ya girl pop 2 in her True Religions
[Hook x2]
[Cam'Ron]
That's 2 and out. Let's go Dennis. You moving slow Dennis
Let's go Dennis. That's 2 and out good work. Good work
J.R. you up man. Hold on. Stop it. Stop it
D, I mean, you got something to say. That's 2 and out
We early. Koch put that E.P. together. That's 2 songs
Nuts and dirty (Funk Flex). I mean come on. I mean excuse me Flex
Excuse me, 2 minutes. Can I get 2 minutes. Let's do what we told to do
New York we run this here. I mean Pardon, listen it's J.R.'s turn
I'm do the chorus, you ready? Let me get this son. I just wrote son
Let me see I'm... It's my turn I ain't get a chorus off yet
I'm go in first then. Alright
That's 3 songs and out. Let's do it
[Cam'Ron]
My dude riding, he riding in Lamborghinis
The oyster mixed with Linguine, you hear me?
He's a rider!
All in together, together we getting cheddar
Yo cheddar we get together, you hear me?
He's a rider!
My dude riding, he riding in Lamborghinis
The oyster mixed with Linguine, you hear me?
He's a rider
All together, together we getting cheddar
You dude's you know better, why?
He's a rider!
[J.R. Writer]
Listen pal, I ain't gotta spit, child you was not as sick
Foul for a while, look my style is anonymous (Anonymous!)
Pound for pound of piff, smile cuz I'm drowning it
Yous a fake G like a thousand in counterfeits
I can show you how to flip that bird
How to hit that curb, how to get that served
Youngin, I'm the shhh, that's word
Yous a prick, f*g, herb, you get pimped slapped heard?
Huh, come get wit a rebel, I'll put the kick to the pedal
The clip and the metal, I'm sickening nephew
Listen here...Your F-in engineer couldn't get to my level
Dipset is forever B, bet y'all remember me
Stretch all my enemies, heckler send 'em three
But, I got a tek that'll get a G
To drop his flag like a ref on a penalty
I'm fresher than lemon squeeze, wrist wrap chill
Pitch black car wit them pitch black wheels
Nice more stash box, big black steel
Leave you at the red light, the kid's that real!
Stepping in his Nikes, freshest in your sight
You ain't never seen these F-in Pella in ya life!
I throw on fresh gear, throw on fresh wear
This is something you will have to throw on next year, Yea!
[Hook]
[J.R. Writer]
Listen scrap believe me, you need crack to see me
I'm a cla**ic, one of your old scratched up CD's
n***a Check my swag it's easy
That you can see I do the damn thing and I ain't Fab or Jeezy
I stepped through the trap wit Weezy
Front of the tenements
Posted up on post, hundred Dominicans
That'll clap you soon as you go to beef wit J
Throw a couple at you once they hear Dida Le!
Put your brains all across the pavement
You n***as singing like you singing how you talk to agents
But drop my name, and I'm a stop
Throw in a box like some cats at a hop-scotch game
I copp drops mane, come peep what I whip who*e
A 62, got it jumpin like a 6-4
Soon as I hit tour, brrr, caught a chill
Sleeves on freeze, add up to a quarter mil!
I'm bout to talk my deal, that's what a thug about
k**a, hit Sharon, tell her I need another house!
I dig ya mother out, then put her in a cab
Gas her up then hit the hooker wit them slabs
What you think? Naw I ain't a rookie wit it f*g
She'll have to boof that in a cookie like a pad
You rookies are just mad, you can't say sh** to me
You gotta get rid of me, I'm bout to make history
[Hook]
[Cam'Ron]
I mean, hold on, that's three and out, hold on
Don't even play yet put that on pause B
New York City, we gonna take a slight intermission
Because if you do this up here, you bitin
We knocked three songs out. You can only do it in one take
That means we didn't punch in. That means I one taped it
J.R. one taped it. Hell Rell one taped it. We chorused it out
That means the business is right
The rhymes is right and if you come up here and try freestyle a song
You're bitin (you swagger jackin)
I mean you did a solo song Hell Rell right
That means you repped BX Borough, you repped the Dominicans
I'm 140 and Lennox to the d**h
So we might as well do something together
Capo get ready to take the motherfu...uh
Capo take the Maserati up to 200, we goin in, lets go
Tape this for Santana when he get back
Let's get 16's off, I got the chorus on this, y'all back up
Let's go, I got the chorus
You ready, New York City we run the motherf**in building, pardon me
Take it, take it back B I messed up because I'm talking too much
Take it from the top. Take it from the top
New York, I mean, I mean I know y'all gon home and write hard tonight
I know y'all gon home and write hard tonight
[Cam'Ron]
Ya'll Diplomats, y'all kickin this chicken scratch
What you can't g-get wit that, homeboy go flip a pack
Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset!
Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset!
I said It's the Diplomats, what y'all kickin this chicken scratch
Ya'll can't g-get wit that, homeboy go flip a pack
Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset!
Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset!
[J.R. Writer]
Listen, I'm worth a couple figures, always hurting all these n***as
That I'm OC, tryin to stuff the purple in the swisher
Convertible just picture, how I swerve up on your sister
Wit a dance, tip dance that'll turn her to a stripper
Ya the burner by the zipper, burn em, turn 'em to a pisser
sh** 'em mister in a river, you going to learn that I am sicker
Determined to be bigger, birds I serve 'em to these n***as
Call the cops, they ain't seen these type of murderers since Hitler
sh** if I know em, I'm quick to expose 'em
Wristery frozen, reason why your chick on my scrotum
I'm lifted and potent on some sh** that is potent
Fresh out the pot, 2Pac couldn't picture me rolling
[Hook: Cam'Ron]
I said It's the Diplomats, y'all kickin this chicken scratch
Ya'll can't g-get wit that, homeboy go flip a pack
Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset!
Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset!
I said It's the Diplomats, what y'all kickin this chicken scratch
Ya'll can't g-get wit that, homeboy go flip a pack
Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset!
Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset!