Dead Muthafuckas

The Diplomats

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    Killa!
    Jones
    We told niggaz about eight years ago
    we had this shit in the smash right (Aight)
    This shit too light man
    (In the building)
    I got us, Dipset
    Lets go
    Freekey
    (I'm sorry I'm late, lets get it rockin')

    [Verse 1]
    Everybody out at the "Rock The Mic" tour (Word?)
    I'm back in the kitchen rocking the white raw (Right!)
    Coping your pie for
    Locking your nice doors
    I pop up in like four wit chicken that like gores
    They click if they like war
    Fixing to fight for, me
    Look at my ice for sure your sight sore (Whoa)
    We all wearing links
    As I prepare a drink
    Glare and think how I got the whole new york wearing pink
    Girls they stare and wink, how I flare the mink
    Drop the top
    Pop a throttle
    Hock a glock
    Pop a bottle (bottle)
    Seen "Paid In Full", now I'm up in "Blockbuster"(Busta!)
    And I'm paid in full, still on the block busta
    '94 rock "Rucker", '01 rob "Rucker"
    Shoguns show guns, Blow one, you're not gutta
    Little inside joke for you cocksuckas (sucka)
    My Block, sucka, pop corn and hot butta
    Like its the movie theater
    But its the oozie area
    Hoody Hoo, call hoody hoo produce hysteria (Hoody Hoo!!!)
    And me I ain't no coattail bitch
    I get the Motel 6, where them hoes sell bricks

    [Sample of female singing in background Overlaping]
    Killa

    Dipset!

    [Chorus]
    [Cam'Ron and (Juelz Santana)]

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    Jump! Back!
    Glock! Cock!
    Aim! Shoot!
    (Y'all some dead motherfuckers)

    [Repeat Twice]

    [Verse 2]
    I bitch straight up, get in the car (Oh Shit!)
    I'm the shit in the car
    I do like Alfre-do, shit in your car
    Pop-a-squat in the drop
    Take a drop in the drop
    While you dropping the top, unlocking your locks
    Damn!
    Last year y'all got a mask in your ride
    Y'all imagine its hard, y'all asking for jobs (Jobs?)
    Realize I'm attached to the mob
    Selling crack in the park, building sacks in the Saab
    And chrome, give you skin burns
    Leave your dome like ringworms (Worms)
    And niggaz coming home, they my interns
    We the cake couple, put together great puzzles
    Hood they love us, the hood together we stay subtle
    Juggle bubble, why you niggaz hate tussles? (Y'all don't wanna fight)
    I didn't always hustle, I was Ma$e muscle
    He had the ones so he bought the body
    I had the guns so I caught the body
    Done son off in the lobby (Finished)
    I stay wit the gun shooters, drum movers
    Raazoo Kahlua turn one ruler to son doola
    And the same brother that you knew
    Came through in the rain same color as +Yoohoo+ (Y'all don't know)
    Now you know thats the same color as doo doo (Shit)
    I'm the shit, call me Pepe Le Poo-Poo
    And I got eses thats cuckoo
    You freshe like they LuLu
    From freshe they don't doo you

    [Sample of female singing in background Overlaping]
    Killa....Killa

    Dipset!

    [Chorus]

    Killa

    Song details

    Composition: Cameron Giles and LaRon James

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