The Diplomats

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  • The Diplomats Dead Muthafuckas Lyrics

           

    [Indistict female singing sample in background]



    [Cam'Ron]

    Killa!

    Jones

    We told niggaz about eight years ago

    we had this shit in the smash right (Aight)

    This shit too light man

    (In the building)

    I got us, Dipset

    Lets go

    Freekey

    (I'm sorry I'm late, lets get it rockin')



    [Verse 1]

    Everybody out at the "Rock The Mic" tour (Word?)

    I'm back in the kitchen rocking the white raw (Right!)

    Coping your pie for

    Locking your nice doors

    I pop up in like four wit chicken that like gores

    They click if they like war

    Fixing to fight for, me

    Look at my ice for sure your sight sore (Whoa)

    We all wearing links

    As I prepare a drink

    Glare and think how I got the whole new york wearing pink

    Girls they stare and wink, how I flare the mink

    Drop the top

    Pop a throttle

    Hock a glock

    Pop a bottle (bottle)

    Seen "Paid In Full", now I'm up in "Blockbuster"(Busta!)

    And I'm paid in full, still on the block busta

    '94 rock "Rucker", '01 rob "Rucker"

    Shoguns show guns, Blow one, you're not gutta

    Little inside joke for you cocksuckas (sucka)

    My Block, sucka, pop corn and hot butta

    Like its the movie theater

    But its the oozie area

    Hoody Hoo, call hoody hoo produce hysteria (Hoody Hoo!!!)

    And me I ain't no coattail bitch

    I get the Motel 6, where them hoes sell bricks



    [Sample of female singing in background Overlaping]

    Killa



    Dipset!



    [Chorus]

    [Cam'Ron and (Juelz Santana)]



    Jump! Back!

    Glock! Cock!

    Aim! Shoot!

    (Y'all some dead motherfuckers)



    [Repeat Twice]



    [Verse 2]

    I bitch straight up, get in the car (Oh Shit!)

    I'm the shit in the car

    I do like Alfre-do, shit in your car

    Pop-a-squat in the drop

    Take a drop in the drop

    While you dropping the top, unlocking your locks

    Damn!

    Last year y'all got a mask in your ride

    Y'all imagine its hard, y'all asking for jobs (Jobs?)

    Realize I'm attached to the mob

    Selling crack in the park, building sacks in the Saab

    And chrome, give you skin burns

    Leave your dome like ringworms (Worms)

    And niggaz coming home, they my interns

    We the cake couple, put together great puzzles

    Hood they love us, the hood together we stay subtle

    Juggle bubble, why you niggaz hate tussles? (Y'all don't wanna fight)

    I didn't always hustle, I was Ma$e muscle

    He had the ones so he bought the body

    I had the guns so I caught the body

    Done son off in the lobby (Finished)

    I stay wit the gun shooters, drum movers

    Raazoo Kahlua turn one ruler to son doola

    And the same brother that you knew

    Came through in the rain same color as +Yoohoo+ (Y'all don't know)

    Now you know thats the same color as doo doo (Shit)

    I'm the shit, call me Pepe Le Poo-Poo

    And I got eses thats cuckoo

    You freshe like they LuLu

    From freshe they don't doo you



    [Sample of female singing in background Overlaping]

    Killa....Killa



    Dipset!



    [Chorus]



    Killa

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