{*whispered in the background: "diamond, diamond.."*}
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[Bars & Hooks]
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We ain't goin platinum (nope) we ain't goin gold
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We goin diamond - ten million sold
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We break records (records) and move units, that's how we do it
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(Do it do it) Makin millions and billions from movies and music
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World tourin, shows, performin
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The deals, the budgets, accounts, enormous
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We got it (got it) you frontin, you need it, you want it
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The Mobb, and Bars, and Hooks, we comin
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Delorean, and Mr. Bars, how about that?
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We some Queensbridge niggaz that ain't all about rap
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We own streets, run websites, log on
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to the one and only, InfamousStores.com
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We load up the tour buses, to get these checks
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We independent, we don't need your respect
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We +Infamous Minded+, you've been blinded
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It's Bars & Hooks nigga, we.. goin.. diamond!
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[Chorus: Prodigy]
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Yeah, what more do y'all want from us?
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We spill our hearts out and it still ain't enough
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Years we got crumbs, doin the supplyin
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We independent now - we.. goin.. diamond!
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Yeah, what more could you ask for?
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We the team, we deserve everything and more
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All the blood and sweat for our dead we stopped cryin
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Swallowed it, survived it - we.. goin.. diamond!
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[Prodigy]
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You might catch me steppin out the Lamborghini
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with ashy legs, my chain swingin
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I grab my piece, so that shit won't damage the paint
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Chest naked holdin a drink
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We got these hoes by the brain, we black rap moguls
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We the most poppin, we the illest niggaz rhymin
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Let's go team for team, you don't want that
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We make niggaz quit rap, we so violent
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The only thing that calm us down is more dollars
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We need NBA cash, the yachts, the labs
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The Porsche, Ferrari, the Hummer, you mad?
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AK-90, the sigs, the macs
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Grenades, silencers, sterlings that blast
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To Linden, the sweeper to murder yo' ass
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You doubted my niggaz (WORD) now we up
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Yeah, you musta been wildin - we.. goin.. diamond!
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[Chorus: 2nd half + 1st half reversed]
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[Bars & Hooks]
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We gon' kill 'em with this here, and ship ten million
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This year, look on the charts it's there
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at the number one spot, locked of course
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by these ghetto street pharmacist entrepeneurs
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Who woulda thought? The car I always wanted get bought
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Sittin on ten times twos, rollin by you
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It gets bigger, I remember bein broke
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So the plan now is to get richer
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Ain't gon' be no scufflin my nigga, I ain't gon' fight ya
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I'ma pay the piper to snipe ya, it's real like that
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Goin diamond make you feel like that
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Cause I done been through the bullshit, dealt with the bullshit
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Now I'm lampin, mansion, and a few whips
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Ain't nothin but a thug thing, this the club theme
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Bars & Hooks to H.N.I.C. we climbin
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Finally we shinin - we.. goin.. diamond!
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[Chorus]
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Fuck y'all niggaz man
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We goin diamond.. we goin diamond..
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Knahmsayin? Move these units.. do these shows..
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and hold this money.. hold the cash
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We goin diamond.. goin diamond..
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We goin diamond.. diamond diamond diamond
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We goin diamond.. we goin diamond..
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We goin diamond, we goin diamoind..
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We.. goin.. diamond!
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Diamond
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| Prodigy of Mobb Deep |
