[Cam'Ron]
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Dipseeeet!, Killa, In the buildin, Wanna welcome y'all back
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Diplomatic Immunity Vol. 2
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You know alot of shit been goin' on
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Lot'a niggaz in Harlem runnin' snitchin' but I'll holla..
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Nah mean...Wit all that bein' said I wanna give a shot out to all my partners
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Koch Records, Roc-A-Fella Records
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And my muthafuckin' niggaz down in sizzurp
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Know we done smashed the whole muthafuckin' liquor game...I'll holla
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Dipset all day long, go get Jim Jones album in stores now
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Freeky Zeeky hold ya head, you already know what it is
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Sarge hold ya head, Purple Haze will be out this December 7th
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Sorry for the delay, but its business never personal
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New people, new money, I had to get that check
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So wit that bein' said, The team lookin' right
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And look like we ready to go, its all solitified
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Jim Jones, Rider of Riders, Santana, Human crack in the flesh
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My nigga Hell Rell is home, I jus' brought my niggaz S.A.S over from London
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40 Cal., Jha Jha what up ma, I got Miami in the house
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And the Writer of Writers, J.R.
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[Hook]
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[J.R. Writer {Cam Still talking}]
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This is how we roll (roll)
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{We about to set this shit off}
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This is how we flow (flow)
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{Killa}
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Can they stop us no
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Dipset stop and go
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{Here we go Vol. 2}
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Whoa (whoa), no (no), we don't stop we go!
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Leave you like Good-Bye, Au revoir, Adios
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This is how we roll (roll)
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This is how we flow (flow)
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Can they stop us no
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Dipset stop and go
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Whoa (whoa), no (no), we don't stop we go!
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Leave you like Good-Bye, Au revoir, Adios
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[Verse 1 - J.R. Writer]
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YO, I'm jus' miraculous, accurate, gots ta have it
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The master, jus so I can laugh at it, show you jus how a savage get
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[talkin] - Lets get this shit started man, (uh), J.R. Writer I'm in the buildin'
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YO, yo yo, From the baggage to baggages
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Shook them baggages had 'em lit
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To me passin them half a bricks
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Out the back of the Acura whip (whoo)
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[talkin] Uh, I'm jus gettin warmed up, let's warm up, I'm still in my warm up suit y'all
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YO, that's how I had it locked
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Through the bags on the baddest block
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Newest Jag wen I pass the cops
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Who's as bad as a savage, I (I)
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You niggaz brag alot, talkin bout you brought raw
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You'se a ball hog you ain't never passed the +ROC+
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I still dip and dab,stick my hand in bigger bags
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Link a gram or give 'em slabs, trips wit tan in gypsy cabs (outta tan)
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I be badder than Krueger, speedin' rapid confuse ya
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Keys backin' from Cuba, Tea bags for the users
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Relax you're a loser, ease back or get fuller
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These cats out the tula, Lean back in Madulla
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V's matchin' my mula, sleeves actually cooler
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Wrists look like I been playin freeze tag wit the Jeweler
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So I'm extra good, runnin' through this reckless hood
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I floor, slide off, never would these hefers could
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Til' they seen me stun harder then I ever should
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Now woody ain't the only bird peckin wood
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This is how we roll (roll)
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This is how we flow (flow)
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Can they stop us no
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Dipset stop and go
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Whoa (whoa), no (no), we don't stop we go!
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Leave you like Good-Bye, Au revoir, Adios
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This is how we roll (roll)
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This is how we flow (flow)
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Can they stop us no
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Dipset stop and go
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Whoa (whoa), no (no), we don't stop we go!
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Leave you like Good-Bye, Au revoir, Adios
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[Verse 2 - J.R. Writer]
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YO, it's a miracle snakes, how I skip through the states
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And the crispiest Apes, all my whips up to date
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See this pistol and 8, It'll sit you is space
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You won't be able to sleep when I get you a wake
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That's a funeral, holla, get a funeral, holla
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Necessary you'll get pretty at the funeral parlor
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Roses, Dandelions send a few to yo father
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We manuever for dollas, in the newest impalas
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Listen beat it I'm hot every season I rock
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Chinchilla filler, leave you niggaz to freeze on ya block
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We don't believe that you pop, I'll put this eagle to pop
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You'd rather cop the plea and go plead to the cops
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And say shit like J, I don't need to be locked
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The year, the week or a day, I got a seed on the way
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[talkin'] What?, Stop cryin' now, Let's keep it movin'
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Sissy I'll let a rattle clap, 60 up in this bastards cap
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Dig me I'm what you rappers lack, sic
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Stop-N-Go
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| The Diplomats |
