Feat. A-Trak
|
|
(Intro)
|
Never thought they'd see this again
|
Here we go!
|
Killa Cam in the building
|
Dipset!
|
You know what it is
|
My man A-Trak
|
I feel something epic, no homo
|
|
(Verse: Cam'ron)
|
Man, I'm that nigga, y'all, I ain't even lyin'
|
I'm running fashion, man, I ain't even tryin'
|
I see these fuck boys hatin' on me
|
Been in the crib three years, they still waitin' on me
|
But I'm done with the frontin', I'm poppin' the trunk and pressin' the button
|
No stuntin', I'm dumpin' and pumpin' the pump
|
Somethin' to this chump, have him crying like onions
|
With a gun I am gifted, back up before I will happily lift it
|
Popping a cap in the back of your cap
|
Lift up your hat, my astro's malicious
|
Mami backed up and said she see the difference
|
'You're mature, handsome, mixed with a lot of ignance'
|
Dick in her intestines 'bout to poke her chitlins
|
Call me 2 Chainz's Drummond, say my strokes are different
|
I'm different, you beatin'
|
Whacha doin' after this? Bitch, I'm leaving
|
Adios, vamonos
|
I fuck your mama, word to mama, keep your mama close
|
|
(Hook)
|
Uh, I know you miss this
|
It's still Dipset, you dipshits
|
Stay fly, don't get your bitch hit
|
Stay gripped, don't get your shit split
|
Uh, still push it and get it off
|
Nigga, we just cut from a different cloth
|
Uh, I know you miss this
|
Still Dipset, you dipshits
|
|
(Verse: Cam'ron)
|
Man, fuck a magazine, don't care what you cowards read
|
Don't gotta wonder, we like wonder with our bread
|
Money, respect, don't forget the power, dread
|
Had this one girl squirtin' like a showerhead
|
Nine on the waist, 80 keys in the trunk
|
Stamp on the dope, 80 degrees o' funk
|
Reebok money, 80 degrees in the pumps
|
Lookin' for me? Top floor suite of the Trump, baby
|
Cause of stupidity, send fire, humidity
|
No one here is sick of me, got the gift, no Christmas tree
|
Get the shovels, y'all, everyone digging me
|
I'm Back to the future, still making history
|
|
(Hook)
|
Uh, I know you miss this
|
It's still Dipset, you dipshits
|
Stay fly, don't get your bitch hit
|
Stay gripped, don't get your shit split
|
Uh, still push it and get it off
|
Nigga, we just cut from a different cloth
|
Uh, I know you miss this
|
Still Dipset, you dipshits
|
|
(Outro)
|
I feel like rapping on this shit
|
First off, my name is Dame Dash
|
And I want to talk for a second if you don't mind, let me just say one thing:
|
I am from Harlem, and I'm back outside
|
And you know what that means?
|
That means people eat. Cause I'm a Harlem nigga, and that's what we do
|
That means when we walk in the room, nobody's safe
|
You 'bout to feel that, pause
|
Harlem sticks together
|
So if you feeling like number one, get ready to be number two, cause we back What's that shit y'all be saying?
|
Fool's Gold!
|
Aight? 'Bout to party, I might pop bottles
|
Might have to see Champagne Dame!
|
|
-----------------
|
Dipshits
|
| Cam'ron |
