Diplomats Dipset Anthem (gangsta Music) Lyrics

Dipset Anthem (gangsta Music) Lyrics

[Juelz Santana]

Oh, come on, fuck 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 niggaz, call my squad, have 'em sent up
(Please)

I see a town I'm likin'

See some niggas 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 bitches

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, fuck how I get it

Hey!



[Chorus: Juelz Santana]

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



[Juelz Santana]

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

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