Текст песни Diplomats, The -  More Than Music   
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[Juelz Santana] 
Yo I try to be easy 
I try to be calm breathe easy, it don`t seem easy 
I`m on my Ps and Qs, Ys and Zs, .45 on the side of me 
Plus, four guys on the side of me, with .45 on the side of them 
We can play now, this is a war not a playground 
We came here to lay or get laid down, spray or get sprayed down 
Wills for us anyday now, cops with their wall to wall raids down 
I`m ducking and weaving, running and leaving 
Not trying to feel the cuffs when they squeezing 
Or the plugger they stuck to Lumina 
So I`m stuck with this nina, I`m stuck with this finger 
Itchy as fuck, you`re fucked if I leave ya chump 
Went to school, but ain`t stay in class, hated class 
Only for period, yep, I could relate to math 
Played games, but the games was bad 
You know, cops and robbers, laser tag, see what I was aiming at 
Hop scotching on niggaz faces kept my ankles bad 
That ain`t stop me from working I got me a worker 
Gotta him to work, and yeah, chopping the work up 
Keep him on my clock, clocking my work up, niggaz know me 
Taught him how to cook, livin his work up 
Told him it`s not the pot, it`s the worker, gotta mix shorty 
Gotta do it like this shorty 
Clockwise, counter-clockwise, it`s all in the wrist shorty 
Fuck with me 
 
[Chorus] 
This is a movement, this is a union 
This is more then what you people call music 
I`m part of this Dip Set confusing 
Tecs we moving, catch up, y`all losing 
Y`all ain`t big enough to be at the table, nope 
Y`all ain`t big enough to eat at the table, nope 
This is powdeful music that I bring to the table 
The sequal of Able, fuck with your boy 
 
[Juelz Santana] 
You motherfuckers really don`t know 
You motherfuckers really wont know 
I`m real fucka, I really wont fold 
I kill fuckas and wheelie off roads 
Bangie rapper, like I`m really off road 
The pain I feel, I really wont show man 
The game is real, I really don`t know Cam 
If I`ma make it or not 
But my plan was to take it straight to the top 
Bring my fame to the block, with me 
Harlem`s my home, so I`m making it hot with me 
`Til the day I`m layed on the block, with shots in me 
Stay weeded, stay cheifing a blunt 
Stay losing some more pounds, I ain`t eating enough, nope 
Stop fronting homes, you wont do nothing homes 
Killa locked this, I`m what`s up and coming homes 
You better believe, one thing I was always taught in my household  
you better achieve 
No matter what you do, you better succeed 
That was embedded in me, yeah, the rest was left up to me 
So I, played my position, I stayed in the kitchen 
Base tripping on the bottom of the plate when I`m mixing 
Cake whipping on the bottom of the plate when I left it 
Eight digits when I take it, break it and flip it 
This is the Matrix, I take it we live in 
Shit, I`m seeing the sun, I`m Neo the one, believe me 
Hand picked like cotton, I`ve been sent here not to be forgotten 
My hands grip the dots in, I get ya poppin` 
Shoot shit, shit is poppin` 
Move bricks get it rocking, y`all know me 
Ya young homie from the block, y`all forgot me already? 
Holla back, the young Rocky is ready whoa! 
 
[Chorus] 
This is a movement, this is a union 
This is more then what you people call music 
I`m part of this Dip Set confusing 
Tecs we moving, catch up, y`all losing 
Y`all ain`t big enough to be at the table, nope 
Y`all ain`t big enough to eat at the table, nope 
This is powdeful music that I bring to the table 
The sequal of Able, fuck with your boy