Текст песни Diplomats, The -  Dipset Anthem   
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[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 
Two more for Cam, for taking over the Roc 
Yeah, yeah, it`s my year 
So, okay, okay, okay, y`all can`t fuck with me, no way 
Jose or Hector Camacho 
Tech blows and watch yo` chest close and tacos 
Motherfucker I`m the best, I told y`all before 
I should y`all before, ey! 
 
[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 
 
[Cam`Ron] 
I`m on the westside of Chicago, lookin` for a bust down 
And make me put my two arms up, Touchdown! 
You stay in touch now, but when I tough down 
I`m like Buckshot shorty, you better "Duck Down" 
Yeah I must clown, I`m from Harlem, Uptown 
Where we flash money, take your bitch and ask you, what now? 
Birds flip a dozen, 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 shit`s disgusting 
Keep the chickens clucking, keep the pigeons buggin` 
This on my wrist is nothing 
To me it`s just yellow hearts and pink diamonds 
Where I get the money for this? Don`t think rhymin` 
You fucking with Pablo, Bravo, Mario Via Bolo ho, Ta-to 
 
[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