Dipshits Lyrics - Cam'ron

[Introduction: Juelz Santana and Cam'ron] 

Never thought they'd see this again 

Here we go! 

Killa Cam in the building 

Dipset! 

You know what it is 

My man A-Trak 

I feel something epic, no homo 

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[Verse One: Cam'ron] 

Man, I'm that nigga, y'all, I ain't even lying 

I'm running fashion, man, I ain't even trying 

I see these fuckboys hating on me 

Been in the crib three years, they still waiting on me 

But I'm done with the frontin', I'm popping trunk and pressing the button 

No stunting, I'm dumping and pumping the pump 

Somethin' to this chump, have him crying like onions 

With a gun I am gifted, back up before I will happily lift it 

Popping a cap in the back of your cap 

Lift up your hat, my astro's malicious 

Mommy backed up and said she see the difference 

"You're mature, handsome, mixed with a lot of ignance" 

Dick in her intestines 'bout to poke her chitlins 

Call me 2 Chainz's drummer, say my strokes are different 

I'm different, you beating 

What you doing after this, bitch? I'm leaving 

Adios, vamonos 

I fuck your mama, word to mama, keep your mama close 

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[Hook: Juelz Santana] 

Uh, I know you miss this 

It's still Dipset, you dipshits 

Stay fly, don't get your bitch hit 

Stay gripped, don't get your shit split 

Uh, still push it and get it off 

Nigga, we just cut from a different cloth 

Uh, I know you miss this 

Still Dipset, you dipshits 

[Verse Two: Cam'ron] 

Man, fuck a magazine, don't care what you cowards read 

Don't gotta wonder, we like wonder with our bread 

Money, respect, don't forget the power, dread 

Had this one girl squirting like a showerhead 

Nine on the waist, eighty keys in the trunk 

Stamp on the dope, eighty degrees of funk 

Reebok money, eighty degrees in the pumps 

Lookin' for me? Top floor suite of the Trump, baby 

Cause of stupidity, send fire, humidity 

No one here is sick of me, got the gift, no Christmas tree 

Get the shovels, y'all, everyone digging me 

I'm back to the future, still making history 

[Hook] 

[Outro: Dame Dash] 

I feel like rapping on this shit. First off, my name is Dame Dash. And I want to talk for a second if you don't mind, let me just say one thing: I am from Harlem, and I'm back outside. And you know what that means? That means people eat. Cause I'm a Harlem nigga, and that's what we do. That means when we walk in the room, nobody's safe. You 'bout to feel that, pause. Harlem sticks together. So if you feeling like number one, get ready to be number two, cause we back. What's that shit y'all be saying? Fool's Gold! Aight? 'Bout to party, I might pop bottles. Might have to see Champagne Dame!