Juelz Santana - Dipsh**s lyrics

[Produced by A-Trak & Just Blaze] [Introduction: Juelz Santana and Cam'ron] Never thought they'd see this again Here we go! k**a Cam in the building Dipset! You know what it is My man A-Trak I feel something epic, no h*mo [Verse One: Cam'ron] Man, I'm that n***a, y'all, I ain't even lying I'm running fashion, man, I ain't even trying I see these f**boys hating on me Been in the crib three years, they still waiting on me But I'm done with the frontin', I'm popping trunk and pressing the bu*ton No stunting, I'm dumping and pumping the pump Somethin' to this chump, have him crying like onions With a gun I am gifted, back up before I will happily lift it Popping a cap in the back of your cap Lift up your hat, my astro's malicious Mommy backed up and said she see the difference "You're mature, handsome, mixed with a lot of ignance" Dick in her intestines 'bout to poke her chitlins Call me 2 Chainz's Drummond, say my strokes are different I'm different, you beating What you doing after this, b**h? I'm leaving Adios, vamonos I f** your mama, word to mama, keep your mama close [Hook: Juelz Santana] Uh, I know you miss this It's still Dipset, you dipsh**s Stay fly, don't get your b**h hit Stay gripped, don't get your sh** split Uh, still push it and get it off n***a, we just cut from a different cloth Uh, I know you miss this Still Dipset, you dipsh**s [Verse Two: Cam'ron] Man, f** a magazine, don't care what you cowards read Don't gotta wonder, we like wonder with our bread Money, respect, don't forget the power, dread Had this one girl squirting like a showerhead Nine on the waist, eighty keys in the trunk Stamp on the dope, eighty degrees of funk Reebok money, eighty degrees in the pumps Lookin' for me? Top floor suite of the Trump, baby Cause of stupidity, send fire, humidity No one here is sick of me, got the gift, no Christmas tree Get the shovels, y'all, everyone digging me I'm back to the future, still making history [Hook] [Outro: Dame Dash] I feel like rapping on this sh** First off, my name is Dame Dash And I want to talk for a second if you don't mind, let me just say one thing: I am from Harlem, and I'm back outside And you know what that means? That means people eat. Cause I'm a Harlem n***a, and that's what we do That means when we walk in the room, nobody's safe You 'bout to feel that, pause Harlem sticks together So if you feeling like number one, get ready to be number two, cause we back What's that sh** y'all be saying? Fool's Gold! Aight? 'Bout to party, I might pop bottles Might have to see Champagne Dame!