Текст песни Diplomats, The -  I Really Mean It   
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[Woman singing in background] 
 
[Intro: Jimmy Jones] 
You see man 
Let`s get off of that lame man 
Let`s get into what we like to do man 
This what we do preferably man 
We bring that powerful music to your table man 
Killa, let `em know something 
 
[Cam`Ron] 
Young Guru, Just Blaze, Killa, Diplomats, huh 
Juelz Santana, Jim Jones, Freaky Zekey 
Hoffa, Dash, huh, Killa, huh 
 
Ya`ll niggas dreamed it, I have seen it 
Body warm, heart anemic (I really mean it) 
Coke, a nigga steamed it, fiends I leaned `em 
Beemer leaned it (I really mean it) 
Guns, really beaming, rarely miss, what`s really good? 
Bikes, wheelie and creamin` (I really mean it) 
I`m a genius, poppadopalis, never leaning 
On your Zenith (I really mean it) 
Killa, bury more mutts, they actually all ducks 
Caddy more trucks, its daddy Warbucks 
And you Orphan Annie 
Ma, take off your panties 
Sea soft and sandy (I really mean it) 
Yeah, let`s get lost in candy 
I got lost in Boston, Austin, flossin` of course Miami 
Reno, Nevada sip pino colada 
Mama I`m seen on the Prada (I really mean it) 
I rock more in Phoenix road to glory 
Seen it, you seen it (I really mean it) 
The game abuse it, its pain in music 
But this year, wrist wear remains the bluest 
I get lame and lose it, beef came to do it 
Aim and shoot it, flames `til your brains the fluid 
Ya`ll just kids, see what I just did, take a couple bars off 
Let Just {Blaze} live 
 
[Jim Jones] 
Yeah, now that`s powerful music man 
You need to pop something and roll something (I really mean it) 
Killa we did it man, I got your back forever, Dip Set (I really mean it) 
And them lames, we pop them sideways and drag them faggots (I  
really mean it) 
 
[Cam`Ron] 
Ok, we back in 
Mami listen (I really mean it) 
Hey yo lock my garage, rock my massage 
Fuck it, bucket by Osh Kosh Bgosh 
Golly I`m gully, look at his galoshes 
Gucci, gold, platinum plaque collages 
From collabos, ghost writing for assholes 
Want to use my brain, than give Killa mad dough 
It`s all good, increase Killa cash flow 
Increase my fame, that`s why Killa smash hoes 
You`ll get side swiped, look at my life 
First movie ever, merked out Mekhi Phife 
And papi got jerked out of pies twice 
Dip Set, we working with five dice 
Cee-lo and craps, c-notes and stacks 
I send bodies with, read this note attached 
Ya youngin` fucked with boys in the hood 
Gave her a son like Ricky, from `Boyz in the Hood` 
On the couch bloody, old lady sighing 
Wifey screaming (I really mean it) 
Pissy little baby crying 
Fuck upped man shit, there you seen it (I really mean it) 
Fam man, you terry cloth, that mean you very soft 
Gravy Mercedes, add the cranberry sauce 
 
[Jim Jones] 
Yeah, gangstas ride man, Flex we got you, guns up (I really mean it) 
And all my ladies man, the ghettos a diddy, I need you, I want  
you (I really mean it) 
Oh, pop something, roll something, get twisted, that`s on Jim  
nigga (I really mean it) 
Harlem! Man we here to stay, it`s nothing left to say man (I  
really mean it) 
Eastside, and as for that lame man, now see I ain`t even gone  
say your last name 
Cuz that`s mine, I catch you, you know what it is 
You faggot! 
I ain`t gone get to hyped over you man, we gone bury you 
Holla! 
See if you bout it, bout it 
Cuz we is (I really mean it) 
NYC!