- The Diplomats more than music 歌詞
- The Diplomats
- Yo I try to be easy
I try to be calm breathe easy, it dont seem easy
Im 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
Im ducking and weaving, running and leaving
Not trying to feel the cuffs when they squeezing
Or the plugger they stuck to
Lumina So
Im stuck with this nina,
Im stuck with this finger
Itchy as fuck, youre fucked if
I leave ya chump
Went to school, but aint 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 aint 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 its not the pot, its the worker, gotta mix shorty
Gotta do it like this shorty
Clockwise, counter-clockwise, its 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
Im part of this
Dip Set confusing
Tecs we moving, catch up, yall losing
Yallaint big enough to be at the table, nope
Yall aint 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 dont know
You motherfuckers really wont know
Im real fucka,
I really wont fold
I kill fuckas and wheelie off roads
Bangie rapper, like
Im really off road
The pain I feel,
I really wont show man
The game is real,
I really dont know
Cam If Ima make it or not
But my plan was to take it straight to the top
Bring my fame to the block, with me
Harlems my home, so
Im making it hot with me
Til the day
Im layed on the block, with shots in me
Stay weeded, stay cheifing a blunt
Stay losing some more pounds,
I aint eating enough, nope
Stop fronting homes , you wont do nothing homes
Killa locked this,
Im whats 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
Im 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, Im seeing the sun,
Im Neothe one, believe me
Hand picked like cotton,
Ive 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, yall know me
Ya young homie from the block, yall 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
Im part of this
Dip Set confusing
Tecs we moving, catch up, yall losing
Yall aint big enough to be at the table, nope
Yall aint 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
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