*featuring DMX
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[Cam'Ron]
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Uh, Uh Yeah
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We back in the fucking building
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Diplomats, Young Guru, Jim Jones, Santana, Freaky
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Came in second half
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Shit man, only thing we really wanna know right now is
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What? Is what's really good? That's the question
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[Cam'Ron]
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Suicide sickness, child negligence
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Homicide fingerprints, wild evidence (But what?)
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But thou shall, respect me bloa, bloa
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Clap, clap, pow, pow, bow down, nigga
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Be in Columbus never seen Bow Wow (Nope)
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We big dogs, all on the chow down
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Chow, and Mr. Giles lay back
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Santana locked up, get 'em out ASAP
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Aight, now boy, not tonight
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I where a bomb to the court like it's a ice white
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I'm real ice right, still in the hood
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But the question for y'all is
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[DMX] What's Really Good?
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[Cam] Nothing, see me on 55th, black scooped it up
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A-k activated, act stupid, one did act stupid
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Mac had to move it, from the hood like
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[DMX] What's really good?
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[Cam] I had to lay 'em down, clip him up, sprayed around
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Split him up, he played the ground, leave, nine stayed around
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Outlaw on the street, shot four from the three
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Southpaw Portuguese (What's Really Good?)
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[Chorus: Cam'Ron + (DMX)]
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To all my ladies, ghetto to ghetto
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Heals, sneakers, slipper stilettos, hello
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Diplomats are coming to your hood
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And we wanna know (What's really good?)
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All my niggaz, block for block
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Rock for rock, top for top
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Top a top, stash your clocks under the hood
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And niggaz wanna know (What's really good?)
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[Jim Jones]
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Okay I admit
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I mean they said I was trippin' had to re-edit the spin
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44 lead when I'm spitting
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Shots to the head of my victims
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Big deserts we grippin' to dry out, you in the desert is slippin'
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They go through extreme measures to get 'em
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Them chains and them treasures the glistening
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You got three hideouts, a bed in the system
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My brethren I miss them
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So please tell me y'all
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[DMX] What's really good?
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[J.Jones] Top of the drop when it's missing
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MY block when it's clickin', these rocks when they glistening
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[DMX] What's really good?
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[J.Jones] 145th on this crunk, big 45th in my trunk
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Big gouty wrists on you chumps
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Mostly me and sometimes them
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But mostly me, oh shit man, that's one time them
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Squally, so through your set up please
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And let me know if you really good
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And let me know if you really hood
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[Chorus]
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[Cam'Ron]
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I like this beat, drums and bells
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Remind me of bullets, bodies, guns and shells
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I don't talk the verse, Polly wanna cracker
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When she on the stand, you probably wanna smack her
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Probably wanna clap her, end your day properly
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Air the shit out like the end of State Property
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No run away robber, gunner stay half of me the end I see prophecy
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[DMX] What's Really Good?
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I'm in the buggy mon', with the Rugby on
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Air Force Ones, looking like Lucky Charms
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Lotta dudes, yelling out "Fuck me, uh?"
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I'll blow this bitch dog, what the fuck we on
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[Juelz Santana]
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It's Santana, I'm straight out the box homey
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Straight to the stoop, straight to the booth when I stepped out the box homey
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I still got the sun of the box on me
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Grimy clothes, funky arms, my socks dirty
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I told you I can count on my boy
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I'm in trouble, needed bail money, dialed on my boy
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Shit, and just when I thought it was getting worst
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I was bailed out scot-free, spittin' this verse, uh-huh
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You don't sit in the dirt, clips'll disperse
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(Dmx) What's Really Good
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(Santana) ME MOTHERFUCKER!!!
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Don't play with this, I'm so great at this
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Santana, bandana, release the eight a spit (COME ON...)
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[Chorus]
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What's Really Good
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| The Diplomats |
