Birdcall Lyrics - Singles - Diplomats

[Cam'ron] 

Yo J.R. 

They been waiting for you dawg 

They been asking 

You ready? 

You up motherfucker 

Dipset, let's go 

Writer! 

[HOOK:JR Writer] 

To all my hustlers, rock smugglers 

Strugglers, block bubblers, pushers, cookers, pot jugglers 

What's the word ya'll, flip that erb raw 

Clap (clap clap) that's the bird call 

If the cops are coming, get the hopping, running 

Quick & drop that onion, ain't no stopping young'n 

Put away that erb raw, let's us know the word or 

Clap (clap clap) that's the bird call 

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[JR Writer] 

I still be where the weed flip in the p's with the tree's lit 

So much water in the order it's just leaving em' sea sick 

Skeet in my V-6 tryna skeet on a b lips 

Down low like i'm tryna keep her a secret 

Acura on chrome, passing me dome 

Next minute shit i'm finish she'll be flaggin it home 

But I always keep a straggler that's known 

To bone & run to a lap faster than Marion Jones 

Man listen I still got them grams flippin, tan pitch it 

Corner to the damn kitchen 

Gained a couple fans had to make a transition 

But i'm still in the hood like a transmission 

No cat can match me i'm passing fastly who's half as nasty? 

I got it locked from here all the way to cackalacky 

But keep a mack for scrappy thinking it's just laffy taffy 

Shit this beat'll be the only thing clapping at me 

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[HOOK] 

[Lil' Wayne] 

Bird man JR and J.R. 

Pigeons know who they are, niggas gotta pay off 

Snitches know the say all, if chickens on the radar 

I'm at it cause I get it on my day off ain't nothing like getting weight off (yeah) 

Scrape off the plates, shake off the flakes 

Bag daddy make all the cake 

I gotta lay off the way ya'll hate me like i'm Adolf 

But ya'll can't see me... Ray Charles 

I steal whores, i'll probably take yours 

Cause you peel off, and I take off 

Give me no space, what ever I wan't I take 

What ever I need I bleed & succeed bitch nigga don't 

breath on the weed, i'm fucking with them birds withought feeding em' seeds 

that's green, you don't know about it 

full clip how I go about it, for body, hard body i'm like God got em', yeah 

[HOOK] 

[Cam'ron] 

Damn homey 

In high school you was the man homey, that's what a fan told me 

Shit, same ole cat, get his kangol clapped 

Brains blown back, dissing Dame, Dame don't rap 

Shame on black, the game so wack 

Dame sonned you children 

From infront of ya building right to a hundred million 

Dead pimpin pimpin, dead actor doggy 

Get ya limp off pimpin, if they acting froggy 

Tell em' back up off me, I come down clap the 40 

Cal, that's a badder story, i'm not in my catagory 

Mess around, Dame held Def Jam down 

So pardon my back, jackin in em' left hand pounds 

Red neck found, tech tech pound, duck duck goose 

Pump pump shoot, shoot let's get down (down) 

It may seem petty, but we all turn mean deadly 

For green fetti, my whole team ready 

[Exit Verse: JR Writer] 

This ain't only bars and tracks, this is for the hardest cats 

Flippin all the hard and back, make em' catch a heart attack 

When u see the narc's attack, lemee know, start to clap 

(Clap Clap).. i'm outta here 

A star with a deal, shit pa be on chill 

The car is Deville, it's real ill pardon the grill 

It's foreign my nillz 

Cruise the city with the semi all silly on skinnies like i'm starving my wheels 

uh! 

[HOOK]