Dipset Symphony Lyrics - Singles - Diplomats

(feat. Juelz Santana, Jim Jones, Hell Rell, JR Writer, 40 Cal & Unkasa) 

Intro 

I dont care what yall say, what yall do, but yall better rep harlem until the goddamn music is through. Mr C. lets do it 

(Juelz Santana) 

All eyes on the honorable (who) 

Dipset, back to the grill again live at the barbeque 

(?) All my niggaz ride like a carnival 

Heat drawn all you niggaz lie like carpet do 

Get up and get ready, what up the kids ready 

Now that Im back the game is fucked the bitch let me 

You front, u stunt, You get heat clown 

Yeah punks jump up to get beat down 

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(Jim Jones) 

Now eight years ago, I played the bench wit dimes 

Everybody on my corner is gettin bent off dimes 

Sittin back, sippin yak tryna get us some sneakers 

Sittin back in the Lac puffin nickels of reefer 

(?) on the strip in the midst of the drug trade 

(?) Im watchin for (?) in midst of the drug raid 

But niggaz gotta eat its like my stomach is touchin back 

New York rider for u suckerz that fuckin asked 

(Hell Rell) 

Now can I kick it yes I can 

They wanna know if Im G'd up, Yes i am 

Look Ive overpaid my dues 

I almost made the news 

Block kind of hot but the cocaine gon move 

If I was a brick u wouldnt know what to do wit me 

You'd probably pick me up get a stem and start using me 

Nobody built me, I made myself 

And you dont know how to shoot guns you grazed yourself 

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(J.R. Writer) 

I was a fiend 

Before I became a teen 

I was dreams tossed for the latest beams (urrh) 

Made me cream cuz Aye 

They kept the powder in the tray way before it was Maybelene 

Im in to major stacks, Major stats, Hate on that 

Cam holla'd cuz imma bring his label plaques 

That aint made of plaque WHOA 

Your jewlry aint gold, You copped your jewlry from Hov They all fade to black 

(Un Kasa) 

I keep a nine in my dresser 

Lyrical proffessor 

Keep u under pressure 

Aint a nigga better 

Mind like a computer Six rugers 

Get your fam go to war with six shooters 

I fuck bitches in coupes they straight Hooters 

Get head and thank Buda 

(?) and sip Lua 

I go hard you runnin with State Troopers 

My niggaz straight shotters, Cock back and straight shootCha 

(Mr C.) 

Not in my book never that nigga, I told yall niggas to go till the fuckin Beat stopped. When (?) I had Juelz Santana, Jim Jones, Hell Rell, J.R. Writer, Un Kasa,