Get Use To This Lyrics - Diplomatic Immunity Ii - Diplomats

Dip dip dipset bitch 

Dip dip dipset bitch 

Dip dip dipset bitch 

Let's do it man 

I'm in the building 

Yo, I started the starters and fathered the fathers who fathered 

I slaughter the slaughters and slaughter the slaughters who slaughtered 

I target than spark it, and Pa you'll be part of this target 

From artist to artist J.R. is that hardest regardless 

Put your fate in his hands, there'll be changin' of plans 

A man did, I did it from standin' in rain wit a gram 

Now I slither in glitter, Jacob throw glaze on my hand 

Shit, D-12 don't even know the name of my band 

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Man I'm just super fly, two for five, bake the bait 

Eight for eight, eight to eight, wait I'm great, haters hate 

Cubs come to paper chase, I've dealt with major cake 

Ever since Jake the Snake, all I rocked was Bathin' Apes 

Ooh yeah hun, those them old Air Ones 

Sneaks crispy, 350, you ain't never wear none 

I'm a pimp girl, get it through your ear drums 

No I'm not tellin' you where you can get a pair from 

I'm sicker than sicker, you sicker than sicker now ain't chu 

A Picturin' picture, just picture this picture I paint you 

I'm swift with the fifth, when I grip it, it spit at an angle 

You'll be stiffer than stiff, prick, up sittin' with angels 

I'm just doin' me jewelery, blue it be 

Pimp's ya pa, it's J.R. hittin' hard, soon you'll see 

Act a fool we'll take you back to school like truancy 

So give me my respect, I'm the best true indeed 

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Excuse the Dips, please, we movin' bitch, move 

We the truth, we the proof get used to this, yup 

Our movements sick, your movements shit 

That's a fact have a nap and get used to this, yeah 

Excuse the Dips, please, we movin' bitch, move 

We the truth, we the proof get used to this, yup 

Our movements sick, your movements shit 

That's a fact have a nap and get used to this, yeah 

Yo, I'm ice chain, bright range, nice rings, splice Caine 

Cop the pound, chop it down, rock ya town, pipe game 

I can do a price change 

What I pack is crunk I don't mean pass the Bronx 

When I say ya white plain, look J is built, to let the eighty tilt 

Gun brawl, one call, that'll get you haters killed 

Snap, pop, sprayed and peeled, so friend just chill 

Look here, I'm in fa mills and I ain't talkin' baby milk 

When I spray with the mag, you will play in it glad 

That means lay in a bag, like some haters that I had 

Hoes I scrap up and rag serious 

Shit I ain't talkin' periods when I say pussy stay in my path 

I amaze 'em like dag, you ain't a killa please 

That ain't no killa weed, them twigs are filled wit' seeds 

I hit the Philippines across the river seas 

O.C. for weeks where I don't feel the breeze 

So I got heifers, whores, with some excellent jaw 

Like the vet for sure, who want me to sex them raw 

But I X'd them all, get some head in the bed 

Then walk the chickenhead right towards the exit door 

Just face it my nig', you can't stay with the kid 

I got paper, gators, many flavors ya dig 

They just hate how I live, 'cuz the only time they see me 

Under the wing is when I'm in the basement of my crib 

Excuse the Dips, please, we movin' bitch, move 

We the truth, we the proof get used to this, yup 

Our movements sick, your movements shit 

That's a fact have a nap and get used to this, yeah 

Excuse the Dips, please, we movin' bitch, move 

We the truth, we the proof get used to this, yup 

Our movements sick, your movements shit 

That's a fact have a nap and get used to this, yeah