Dipset Hot 97 Freestyle Lyrics - Cam'ron

[Cam'Ron] 

New York City, you are now tuned in to America's # 1 station, Hot 97 

In conjunction with America's # 1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex 

In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label 

Dipset 

And right now I'm accompanied by greatness 

Uhh-huh 

My man Hell Rell's in the building, BX borough. Uhh-huh 

J.R. Writer's here, you know he's the writer of writer's 

Right now, I don't know where Santana's out, he probably in Brazil 

Act up homie. They told us not to stay at Def Jam, we eatin' over there 

You was right, put work on they block. Sell more than they sell 

I feel you. Ayo Capo act up. Do what you do homie. Go ahead homie 

I'm waiting in the wings for somebody to act stupid. I'm right here 

You heard. I used to be Jaffe-Jo, I used to be Killa 

I think I'm go with something different this year. I'm go with 

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[Hook: J.R. Writer and Cam'Ron] 

Yo! We Guerrilla breathin', we Guerrilla breeding 

It's the Dips, get the drift, This is Killa Season 

Watch him kill the season, Paid checks heavy 

It's King Jaffe-Jo get ya tape decks ready 

We Guerrilla breathin', Killa Season 

Feel the Evening, Killin' Season 

Watch him kill the season paid checks heavy 

It's Diplomat Records get ya tape decks ready 

[Cam'Ron] 

Say what cats did I hang with, slang with, bang bang with 

Blain gangsta ganked it left lane to the banquet 

Live from the borough where Rich Porter became Rich 

Purple Rain in the rain explains it, on that same spit 

To the day of a reign, I aim and flame for your lame 

The clips change, obtain bricks, exchange bricks 

Bricks exchanged, throw the kid some change 

Look homeboy, I ain't trying to get no names 

Must of sniffed cocaine, looking at my Diplo chain 

The biscuit turn you to bisquick mixed with shrimp lo mein 

Old ladies just stop and say "it's yo thang" 

Can't deny 'em, look down my wrist go bling 

Bling bling, listen in, come and get some cash 

First kiss my ring, ohh no, well kiss my ass 

Back in my zone homes, get ya mind right 

The 2-3 or 3-2, nah it's the twilight 

It's the highlights of my life 

Every gun, car, crib, chicken-head that I like 

Ten on the dope, ten that's beside knife 

Ten in the hood, ten that's besides night 

And they tied tight, my family ties tight 

Ten town, 200 bricks, forget 5 mics 

Photos 

[Hook: J.R. Writer] 

You gotta feel the heathen, we guerrilla breathin' 

It's the Dips, get the drift, this is Killa Season 

Watch him kill the season, paid checks heavy 

It's King Jaffe-Jo get ya tape decks ready 

You gotta feel the heathen, we guerrilla breathin' 

It's the Dips, get the drift, this is Killa Season 

Watch him kill the season, paid checks heavy 

It's King Jaffe-Jo get ya tape decks ready 

[Cam'Ron] 

That's 1 and out, let's go, let's keep it moving. That's 1 song 

I mean let's go, you want to get... I mean Hell Rell you ain't say nothing that song 

Let's go, Let's go. I mean that's 1 and out. That's 1 song down 

That's heat rock. Let's go. I'm step out. J.R. lace 'em up 

I'm come back in a minute. Ya'll get busy 

[Hell Rell] 

Alright we got this man 

Let me hear a hook on this 

[Hook: J.R. Writer] 

It's kind of hard to doubt that we ain't a slaughterhouse 

Dip radio you're now tuned in to the Hardest Out 

Slash the first to ride, you ain't never heard of fly 

Call it how you want in nigga my G's is certified 

[Hell Rell] 

Yo I slow flowes y'all to death 

These hustlers acting like they coke hard to stretch 

Any broads wanting me to put cash in they purse 

Like they wrote half of my verse, nope 

I give a few some credit,tell ya dude bring my cash on the first 

Plus I hold a welfare card cause that's how I work 

I'm bout to buy a Aston Martin, throw you in the trunk 

Be at the Funk Flex show, with you in the trunk 

If they said I couldn't do it, they put me to the test 

But I proved to all them suckers I was worthy of success 

Teacher said I was a uhh, was wasting time in her class 

It was more like she was wasting mine, I had them dimes on the ave 

Mamma said I was a dead shot locked up in a can 

Nope, got it popping with Cam, up in a drop like Shabam 

But why they knocking that man, cause of the rocks on his hand 

Or the Air Forces they'll never see cause they got copped at Japan 

Damn, man I know he a gangsta, and he pop his steel 

He supposed to be dead or locked up why he got a deal? 

He was just shooting a uzi, now he shooting a movie 

And all his mans starting to act like groupies 

I slow flowed y'all to death 

These hustlers acting like my flow hard to catch 

Man Diplomats we the strongest force 

On or off the court we ball and ball the sport 

[Hook: J.R. Writer] 

It's kinda hard to doubt that we ain't a slaughterhouse 

Dip radio you're now tuned in to the Hardest Out 

Slash the first to ride, you ain't never heard of fly 

Take it how you want it coward our G's is certified 

[Hell Rell] 

Sleepin' high with visions of my enemies 

Beggin' for mercy crawling on the floor like a centipede 

Screaming Rell please don't shoot me I got children 

Should've thought about those snotty nose kids when you was snitching 

But now I'm on a mission, yeah fresh out the kitchen 

A stand up dude who only sit when he shhh 

You sit when you pissing, dude listen 

My talent was God-given, got wise by hard living 

I Sleep all day, smoke haze, ménage women 

I spit these hard rhythms it feel like a car hit 'em 

So leave that boy a lone can't you see he in the zone 

Dudes try to be like 'em can't you see he getting cloned 

All this blue and this yellow can't you see it in the stones 

And yeah we brought them hammers Cam we never leave 'em alone 

So move back, I'm poppin off the 4 

Heaven let me in because I'm knocking on ya door 

It's Prada on my whores 

And nah I don't really do to many funerals, but I gotta go to yours 

I gotta see the face of a coward 

Please man let the homie breathe give me a taste of the power 

My chain hate my watch, my watch hate my ring 

My jewelry going crazy, gotta get some new bling 

So all praise is due to Hell Rell it's the new religion 

Smack ya girl pop 2 in her True Religions 

[Hook x2] 

[Cam'Ron] 

That's 2 and out. Let's go Dennis. You moving slow Dennis 

Let's go Dennis. That's 2 and out good work. Good work 

J.R. you up man. Hold on. Stop it. Stop it 

D, I mean, you got something to say. That's 2 and out 

We early. Koch put that E.P. together. That's 2 songs 

Nuts and dirty (Funk Flex). I mean come on. I mean excuse me Flex 

Excuse me, 2 minutes. Can I get 2 minutes. Let's do what we told to do 

New York we run this here. I mean Pardon, listen it's J.R.'s turn 

I'm do the chorus, you ready? Let me get this son. I just wrote son 

Let me see I'm... It's my turn I ain't get a chorus off yet 

I'm go in first then. Alright 

That's 3 songs and out. Let's do it 

[Cam'Ron] 

My dude riding, he riding in Lamborghinis 

The oyster mixed with Linguine, you hear me? 

He's a rider! 

All in together, together we getting cheddar 

Yo cheddar we get together, you hear me? 

He's a rider! 

My dude riding, he riding in Lamborghinis 

The oyster mixed with Linguine, you hear me? 

He's a rider 

All together, together we getting cheddar 

You dude's you know better, why? 

He's a rider! 

[J.R. Writer] 

Listen pal, I ain't gotta spit, child you was not as sick 

Foul for a while, look my style is anonymous (Anonymous!) 

Pound for pound of piff, smile cuz I'm drowning it 

Yous a fake G like a thousand in counterfeits 

I can show you how to flip that bird 

How to hit that curb, how to get that served 

Youngin, I'm the shhh, that's word 

Yous a prick, fag, herb, you get pimped slapped heard? 

Huh, come get wit a rebel, I'll put the kick to the pedal 

The clip and the metal, I'm sickening nephew 

Listen here...Your F-in engineer couldn't get to my level 

Dipset is forever B, bet y'all remember me 

Stretch all my enemies, heckler send 'em three 

But, I got a tek that'll get a G 

To drop his flag like a ref on a penalty 

I'm fresher than lemon squeeze, wrist wrap chill 

Pitch black car wit them pitch black wheels 

Nice more stash box, big black steel 

Leave you at the red light, the kid's that real! 

Stepping in his Nikes, freshest in your sight 

You ain't never seen these F-in Pella in ya life! 

I throw on fresh gear, throw on fresh wear 

This is something you will have to throw on next year, Yea! 

[Hook] 

[J.R. Writer] 

Listen scrap believe me, you need crack to see me 

I'm a classic, one of your old scratched up CD's 

Nigga Check my swag it's easy 

That you can see I do the damn thing and I ain't Fab or Jeezy 

I stepped through the trap wit Weezy 

Front of the tenements 

Posted up on post, hundred Dominicans 

That'll clap you soon as you go to beef wit J 

Throw a couple at you once they hear Dida Le! 

Put your brains all across the pavement 

You niggas singing like you singing how you talk to agents 

But drop my name, and I'm a stop 

Throw in a box like some cats at a hop-scotch game 

I copp drops mane, come peep what I whip whore 

A 62, got it jumpin like a 6-4 

Soon as I hit tour, brrr, caught a chill 

Sleeves on freeze, add up to a quarter mil! 

I'm bout to talk my deal, that's what a thug about 

Killa, hit Sharon, tell her I need another house! 

I dig ya mother out, then put her in a cab 

Gas her up then hit the hooker wit them slabs 

What you think? Naw I ain't a rookie wit it fag 

She'll have to boof that in a cookie like a pad 

You rookies are just mad, you can't say shit to me 

You gotta get rid of me, I'm bout to make history 

[Hook] 

[Cam'Ron] 

I mean, hold on, that's three and out, hold on 

Don't even play yet put that on pause B 

New York City, we gonna take a slight intermission 

Because if you do this up here, you bitin 

We knocked three songs out. You can only do it in one take 

That means we didn't punch in. That means I one taped it 

J.R. one taped it. Hell Rell one taped it. We chorused it out 

That means the business is right 

The rhymes is right and if you come up here and try freestyle a song 

You're bitin (you swagger jackin) 

I mean you did a solo song Hell Rell right 

That means you repped BX Borough, you repped the Dominicans 

I'm 140 and Lennox to the death 

So we might as well do something together 

Capo get ready to take the motherfu...uh 

Capo take the Maserati up to 200, we goin in, lets go 

Tape this for Santana when he get back 

Let's get 16's off, I got the chorus on this, y'all back up 

Let's go, I got the chorus 

You ready, New York City we run the motherfuckin building, pardon me 

Take it, take it back B I messed up because I'm talking too much 

Take it from the top. Take it from the top 

New York, I mean, I mean I know y'all gon home and write hard tonight 

I know y'all gon home and write hard tonight 

[Cam'Ron] 

Ya'll Diplomats, y'all kickin this chicken scratch 

What you can't g-get wit that, homeboy go flip a pack 

Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset! 

Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset! 

I said It's the Diplomats, what y'all kickin this chicken scratch 

Ya'll can't g-get wit that, homeboy go flip a pack 

Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset! 

Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset! 

[J.R. Writer] 

Listen, I'm worth a couple figures, always hurting all these niggas 

That I'm OC, tryin to stuff the purple in the swisher 

Convertible just picture, how I swerve up on your sister 

Wit a dance, tip dance that'll turn her to a stripper 

Ya the burner by the zipper, burn em, turn 'em to a pisser 

Shit 'em mister in a river, you going to learn that I am sicker 

Determined to be bigger, birds I serve 'em to these niggas 

Call the cops, they ain't seen these type of murderers since Hitler 

Shit if I know em, I'm quick to expose 'em 

Wristery frozen, reason why your chick on my scrotum 

I'm lifted and potent on some shit that is potent 

Fresh out the pot, 2Pac couldn't picture me rolling 

[Hook: Cam'Ron] 

I said It's the Diplomats, y'all kickin this chicken scratch 

Ya'll can't g-get wit that, homeboy go flip a pack 

Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset! 

Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset! 

I said It's the Diplomats, what y'all kickin this chicken scratch 

Ya'll can't g-get wit that, homeboy go flip a pack 

Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset! 

Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset!