[Intro: Cam'ron] Killa Dipset For I set it off Okay First off You a bitch nigga (nigga) Only reason im doing this Ima just name five reasons real quick Got a hundred fifty got a hundred fifty First, you stole Rocafella from Dame Second, you stole Kanye from Dame Third, you stole Rocafella from Dame Forth, I seen the nigga throw that diamond up before them shots was fired Fifth, hold on turn the beat off I had to turn the beat off for this You talking bout you an eighties baby You thirty seven years old You was born in 1968 And I open the Daily News how is the king of New York rockin sandals with jeans Open toe sandals with chancletas with jeans on How is the king of New York rockin sandals with jeans when he 42 years old Back to business! [Verse 1: Cam'ron] You ain't the only one with big wallets got it, my shits brolic dotted, but ya publishing should go to Miss Wallace honest, stealing BIG shit, he made two albums you wylin, and he can't dress dawg who styled em' it was Rocawear, when Dame had it now u got it call it cockawear, (got it on?) not in here dead it pronto, you don't see a car, no Dame & BIG's bitch for years, now you Juan's hoe he own the Forty Forty, he got you in Atlantic City put ya' budget outta baseline, gotdamn it's pretty you love a Harlem nigga, we get it cookin it's true but now I look, we got more dudes in Brooklyn than you apparently right, down in Jeezy video I shoulda kissed you on the cheek, you a pretty hoe in Jaz video u starred in it, Peter Pan I was hopping off the Greyhound, Peter Pan how could he be the man huh, only reason fam I don't suck dick or kiss ass and i'm conceited damn but we hawk yo, right where you walk bro you could fool the rest of the world as long as New York know we put you underground clown they gon' check the cellars I know he 40 years old, I don't respect my elders I respect the hustlers plus the grinders and the sellers you's a customer buster, here go jet propellers [Chorus: Max B]x2 You gotta hate us the way we getting this paper All my niggas is coming strait from minimum wages niggas dick ridin the dips steady tryin to play us They tryna spray us, But Ferraris we got them in flavors DIPSET! - We in 40th niggas we toat them guns DIPSET! - This is 40th nigga we from the slums DIPSET! - Pushin 40 nigga you not the one Its killa season holla at em' nigga cause here it come [Verse 2: Cam'ron] Who could fuck with me, no mammal but we tote handles at ya' open toe sandals, and you look like Joe Camel off of Rocafella right, no contact but bust a fly joint they put us out the contract I left the label right, alot of cats wonder how everytime I diss that label I get fined a hundred thou just for tellin ya'll I get fined a hundred thou them cats are ill, 5 times a half of mill wan't to play like a bumper sticker, smack a grill Paul Wall cap a grill, but them cats are daffodil's east coast, west coast slang, yo cap get peeled down in Houston ask B, i'm a mack fo'real heck he tell me, respect better dwell me Beyonce fiance? check my second LP I might bring her back thats your girl, thats your world, had the thing fuckin singing bout slinging crack mister Rocafella, stop stop stop it fella still got her acapellas, but I will Akinyele her **put it in ya' mouthhhhh - put it in ya' mouthhhhhh** it ain't my fault i'm raw, i'm sorry B but I wanna war and he stabbed Un over Charlie Baltimore (fuckin fagget) sucker for love.. uh uh.. sucker for love kill a bitch, go to trial, hand be stuffed in a glove i'mma hop in the bed, dawg just gon' pop off her head tell ole Jay-Z chill, Cochran is dead [Chorus: Max B]x2 [Outro: Cam'Ron] Yall niggas don't want it with us man This just round one on fifteen rounds B We ready you aint gone bluff us at no concert Sell out 25,000 acting like you gon' diss us You got anthrax over there man And we George Bush man You aint gone Sadam Hussein it Acting like you got something over there You doing what Ma$e did You making secret songs man Let it out man We ready for fifteen rounds man And All I did was battle once Everybody getting ready to step to the plate And im gonna step up again And slam and grand slam your ass Pardon me, Dipset I know you I know you like that I remember Dame sold you his old pathfinder Chipped in for the gs You Jaz-o's son Where is Sauce Money at Where is like where are they Im get back to all that Dipset dog round 1 let the games begin doggie Im laughing at you ugly ass no homo You ugly dog you ugly You ugly man you ugly My man Un said you look like fraggle rock and all that You old alf ass nigga Ima get back to you nigga You look like alf [Chorus: Max B]x2 Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com