(feat. Hell Rell, JR Writer, 40 Cal, Juelz Santana, Bezel)
[Hell Rell:] Oh we told y'all niggaz last time it was More Than Music Y'all ain't wanna listen huh, okay Ruger (Rell) Ruger (Rell) Check it man, okay
[Hell Rell:] I heard this nigga was lookin' for a body bag 100 bricks, that's a come-up, rob papi's stash I'm Jason Vorheas without the hockey mask Rap game is Crystal Lake, what you need, I'll get you weight How you want it, cooked or uncooked Bagged or unbagged Quick jackin' my swag, fag You know Rell, I show you how to mack a diva I'm tired of niggaz callin' me, I'm goin' back to beepers Valore match my sneakers, Porsche, fantastic features I feel god, but I'm crooked like all the pastor preachers Ya wife middle name is Train nigga, choo-choo Ya know what I claim, Dipset, Soo-Woo Yeah, Weeks is the Ave Plus Ruger's the name Familiar with Ferraris I ain't new to the Range I know y'all niggaz was waitin' for it, the waitin's over Here it come y'all, Diplomat takeover
[40. Cal:] These rappers better keep my name out they mouth For they really end up with my name in they mouth What they complaining about, there's no paper to count? The type to re-up with papi, and pay for a ounce You niggaz flippin' basuda, y'all gettin' no mula Ya copped a lil' whip now, dippity-doo-dow Sick when I cruise by, 6 when the goons by Diplomat plates when they ship me a new ride Your worst nightmare Think the Birds fight fair My niggaz really would like termite stairs Turnpike yeah, with that work right here Make everybody want it like its pearl white Airs What you know about bud with furry white hairs Only bud you know is when you hurl light beer I still Dip with the Set that make ya set dip Set-trip, get hit with the Tec, I don't stretch shit I'm 40.
[J.R. Writer:] I'm from the bottom of the bottom queer Get your riot gear, Writer's here I'll knock you out the night you wear Yeah, I'm everywhere with that white to spare Got the corner store lookin' like a white affair Quite aware, the D's on alert Creppin' for perps, but my V, it gon' surf Screech and reverse, Spree's' will disperse Ya easy to murk, you'll need you a nurse Why beef with these jerks When I can put a seed in the dirt And try to grow a tree out the earth Indeed I'm the worst, sleeve fulla Smurfs Other than that, it look like you can ski down my shirt They mad the monster made it But I'm beyond the greatest You're never honored, favored, nor nominated This is easy, but to them it's complicated You ain't dropping shit, your career is constipated
[Juelz Santana:] What you know 'bout it, I'm a rich pimp I get dough then have your bitch go count it I'll hit you with the quarter pound, not 4 ounces The .4 pound'll pound ya Leave ya shiverin' like he just took a ice-cold shower
[Bezel:] Bloaw ya, leave ya there for a nice cold hour The bitch real thick, then I might go holla I'm getting big chips, you got micro dollars Small, see I ball like a new draft Your crew mad ock Cuz I chopped the top off of that new Jag "Who that" is what the bitches yell when I cruise past Two Mags, I wave it and pave it through his durag Two K's of blue haze I stuff up in that blue bag Blue 5th, two clips I got up in that Lou bag You mad cuz nigga's money coming in too fast Too bad there ain't a better crew fag Dipset
[DukeDaGod:] Yeah I told y'all niggaz man Y'all niggaz can't fuck wit' us We the muthafuckin' Gladiators, Dipset We a true force to be reckon with Shotu-out to all my hustlers All my bitches all about a dollar All my niggaz in the pen Hold ya head I'll see y'all niggaz real soon Y'all niggaz know what it is Take a stand, for the most powerfulest movement moving It's Dipset all muthafuckin' day YeahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
