Dip-Set Forever

Lyrics

[Intro] Uh, let's do it, huh Santana, Jim Jones, Killa, Freekey How long we gon' have this shit on lock, man? Huh, yes, sir You gave me the right track, Kanye Listen [Verse 1] I been coppin' them P's and maybe that's part of the reason (Maybe) Feel like a boxer bobbin' and weavin' But I'm gettin' head, she bobbin' her weave and I'm (Yes, sir) Grabbin' her neck to stop her from breathin' I'ma wild out 'til I part with my breathin' 'Til I'm sparked up and leakin' (Leakin'), part of the cement (Uh) I need somethin' pure like from the Garden of Eden (Why?) Wouldn't mind makin' her a part of my achievements (What happened?) 'Cause when music discouraged my pride (Who was there?) Zeke the only one with courage to ride (Uh) The ride so dirty inside, seem like we were playin' in mud Hazin' it up, grams, gauge, and a snub Who ill? A check for two mil' And a cheap case, deface blue steel, true skills I got stories that my soul could sing Flip water like Poland Spring and I'ma hold them things [Interlude] Forever That's right, y'all Diplomats, y'all, we here Forever That's forever, man Look, talk to 'em, look [Verse 2] My fella said you been coppin' a lot (A lot) Latest caper? Propellers on top of the drop But fuck it, who ever thought I would rock at the Roc? (Killa) Top of top on top of the top But, yo, nothing definite, I chop up the rocks And I stop up the drop, blocka-blocka the block Hello, mate, yellow tape, helicopter your spot (Spot) What you wanted is not what you got And I pop up them cops, 'cause, dog, it ain't about Cam (It ain't about me) I got a son, homeboy, it's about Cam (For that?) It's about bein' 'bout it, if not, you're ass-backwards My mathematics, 'cause cash matters (That's important) Little niggas need to sit up and breathe (Breathe) If the town too hot, get up and leave (Be smart) Niggas always got a trick up the sleeve (Always) Nigga like me, I always got a brick up my sleeve And that's forever [Interlude] Forever (Killa) Jim Jones, Freekey, Santana, we here, we here Forever I got it, Guru Let's wrap it up, man (Shit) [Verse 3] I was two blocks from coppin' dust, I used to hop the bus (Damn) Now look, dog, ain't nobody hot as us Girls, they gotta rush (Uh-huh), shit, they gotta blush (Uh-huh) Wanna go in the mall just to shop with us To how they piss a bitch, how they ran a mile (Uh-huh) Fuck Killa Cam, they in love with Cameron Giles Damn, I gotta smile, hundred grand, I demand it Goddamnit, the boy done done it, child [Outro] Forever And that's forever, man You hear it, uh-huh, we here Forever I love y'all, man It's nothin', boy Forever Dash Hoffa Forever (Young Guru) What's really good? Holla at your boy Forever Might have this shit on lock, man Kanye Forever Harlem, Chicago Columbus, holla Uh-huh Chicago You have your own Kanye's West on the track Harlem You know who the fuck I am, Killa We just want you to know Diplomats is here We ain't goin' nowhere Holla at the boy-boy Let's ride out, man