Dipset Anthem

Yeah, Dipset (let's do it) Uh, c'mon (yeah) Uh, f*ck with your boy (yeah) It's Santana Heatmakerz, where we at? Let me see you do this Killa, Jim, Freekey (uh) Yeah man, I'm back at it C'mon Today's a new day, got the boo-lay up in the suitcase Go uptown to Harlem, tell 'em that I sent ya Tell 'em it's August, I'm gone 'til November (yeah) I need a couple birds, get a broad, have 'em sent up (of course) Call my bird, get my broad have her sent up (please) Call my niggaz, call my squad, have 'em sent up (please, yeah) I see a town I'm likin' See some niggas gettin' money in a town I like it (yeah) I run up on 'em with the pound and light it Like, "It's my block now, all right kid?" (Whoa) He understood me quite clear Then that thing banged out and rang out the side of his right ear (woo) And I got back to my business (uh-huh), back to my bitches (uh-huh) Back to the kitchen, that Pyrex vision (yeah) Pop, I let that white stuff sit in Get hard, get rock, get to the block and pitchin' (what?) Yeah, I'm sorry but this is how I'm livin And this is how I'ma get it, f*ck it we goin' in, hey I stood alone watchin' the wall, in the zone Hand on my handles Listenin' to gangsta music, ayy I stood at home hand on a chrome, with a zone Flickin' the channels Watchin' how the gangstas do it (yeah, say it with me) I stood alone, gettin' dome From a thick chick in sandals Watchin' Shaft, clockin' math Yeah, now I see death around the corner Gotta stay high, will I survive In the city where the skinny niggas die? Nope It's the city where the skinny niggas ride, yeah .45 semi on the side, yeah, twistin' when they drive, yeah Lick a shot for Big Pop and 'Pac, yeah One more for Shyne locked inside, yeah Two more for Cam, for takin' over the Roc Yeah, yeah, it's my year So, okay, okay, okay, y'all can't f*ck with me, no way (what?) Jose or Hector Camacho (never) TEC blows and watch yo' chest close and tacos Motherfucker I'm the best, I told y'all before I should y'all before, ayy I stood alone watchin' the wall, in the zone Hand on my handles Listenin' to gangsta music, ayy I stood at home hand on a chrome, with a zone Flickin' the channels Watchin' how the gangstas do it (yeah, say it with me) I stood alone, gettin' dome From a thick chick in sandals Watchin' Shaft, clockin' math Clockin' math, man I'm with you Santana This the union right here Let's do it one time Dipset bitch You know you can't f*ck with the boy (okay) Killa, Killa, Killa I'm on the westside of Chicago, lookin' for a bust down And make me put my two arms up, touchdown! (What up, ma?) You stay in touch now (okay), but when I touch down I'm like Buckshot, shorty, Duck Down Yeah I must clown, I'm from Harlem, uptown Where we flash money, take your bitch and ask you, "What now?" Birds flip a dozen, chicks is dicks they suckin' Swallow my kids, go and kiss they cousin (for real) Yes, they kissin' cousins, Toya's kissin' Muffin Worst then that, they go home and kiss they husband (shit's foul) That shit's disgustin' Keep the chickens cluckin', keep the pigeons buggin' This on my wrist is nothin' Yeah, it's just yellow hearts and pink diamonds Where I get the money for this? Don't think rhymin' (not at all) You fuckin' with Pablo (uh) Bravo, Mario Via Bolo, ho, Ta-to I stood alone watchin' the wall, in the zone Hand on my handles Listenin' to gangsta music, ayy I stood at home hand on a chrome, with a zone Flickin' the channels Watchin' how the gangstas do it (yeah, say it with me) I stood alone watchin' the wall, in the zone Hand on my handles Listenin' to gangsta music, ayy I stood alone, gettin' dome From a thick chick in sandals Watchin' Shaft, clockin' math