Artist：diplomats

Songs Title：dipset anthem

Oh come on f**k with your boy

It's Santana Heatmakers where we at

Let me see you through this

Killa Jones Freakay

Yeah man I'm back at it

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 ＂Gon' Til' November＂

I need a couple birds get a broad have 'em sent up

Call my bird get my broad have her sent up （Please）

Call my *z call my squad have 'em sent up （Please）

I see a town I'm likin'

See some *s getting money in a town I like it

I run up on them with the pound and light it

Like it's my block now all right kid

He understood me quite clear

Then that thing banged out ranged out the side of his right ear

And I got back to my business back to my b**ches

Back to the kitchen that pyrex vision

Pop I let that white stuff sit in

Get hard get rock get to the block and pitchin'

Yeah I'm sorry but this is how I'm livin

And this is how I'm getting f**k how I get it

Hey

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

Listening to gangsta music

I stood at home hand on a chrome with a zone flippin' the channels

Watching how the gangstas do it

I stood alone getting dome from a thick chick in sandles

Watching Shaft clocking math

Now I see death around the corner

Gotta stay high will I survive in the city where the skinny *s die

Nope it's the city where the skinny *s ride

45 semi on the side yeah just doin' dey job 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 f**k with me no way

Jose or Hector Camacho

Tech blows and watch yo' chest close and tacos

Motherf**ker I'm the best I told y'all before

I should y'all before ey

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

Listening to gangsta music

I stood at home hand on a chrome with a zone flippin' the channels

Watching how the gangstas do it

I stood alone getting dome from a thick chick in sandles

Watching Shaft clocking math

I'm on the westside of Chicago lookin' for a bust down

Make me put my two arms up Touchdown

You stay in touch now but when I tough down

I'm like Buckshot shorty Duck Down

Yeah I must clown I'm from Harlem Uptown

Where we flash money take your b**ch and ask you what now

Birds flip n dozens chicks is dicks they suckin'

Swallow my kids go and kiss they cousin

Yes they kissing cousins toys kissing muppets

Worst then that they go home and kiss they husband

That sh*t's disgusting

Keep the chickens clucking keep the pigeons buggin'

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 rhymin'

You f**king with Pablo Bravo Mario Via Bolo ho Ta-to

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

Listening to gangsta music

I stood at home hand on a chrome with a zone flippin' the channels

Watching how the gangstas do it

I stood alone getting dome from a thick chick in sandles

Watching Shaft clocking math