New York City, you are now in to America's # 1 station, Hot 97 In conjunction with America's # 1 DJ, Flex In collaboration America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label And right now I'm by greatness My man Hell in the building, BX borough. Uhh-huh J.R. Writer's here, you he's the writer of writer's Right now, I don't know where out, he probably in Brazil Act up homie. They us not to stay at Def Jam, we eatin' over there You was right, put on they block. Sell more than they sell I feel you. Ayo Capo act up. Do what you do homie. Go ahead I'm in the wings for somebody to act stupid. I'm right here You heard. I used to be Jaffe-Jo, I to be Killa I think I'm go something different this year. I'm go with
J.R. Writer and Cam'Ron] Yo! We breathin', we Guerrilla breeding It's the Dips, get the drift, This is Killa Watch him kill the season, Paid checks It's King Jaffe-Jo get ya decks ready We Guerrilla breathin', Season Feel the Evening, Killin' Watch him kill the season paid checks It's Diplomat Records get ya decks ready
Say what cats did I with, slang with, bang bang with Blain gangsta ganked it left to the banquet Live from the borough where Rich Porter became Purple Rain in the rain explains it, on that same To the day of a reign, I aim and for your lame The clips change, obtain bricks, bricks exchanged, throw the kid some change Look homeboy, I trying to get no names Must of sniffed cocaine, looking at my Diplo The biscuit turn you to mixed with shrimp lo mein Old just stop and say "it's yo thang" Can't deny 'em, look my wrist go bling Bling bling, listen in, come and get some First kiss my ring, ohh no, kiss my ass in my zone homes, get ya mind right The 2-3 or 3-2, nah it's the It's the highlights of my Every gun, car, crib, chicken-head I like Ten on the dope, ten that's knife Ten in the hood, ten that's besides And they tight, my family ties tight Ten town, 200 bricks, forget 5
[Hook: J.R. You feel the heathen, we guerrilla breathin' It's the Dips, get the drift, this is Season Watch him the season, paid checks heavy It's King Jaffe-Jo get ya tape decks You feel the heathen, we guerrilla breathin' It's the Dips, get the drift, is Killa Season Watch him kill the season, paid heavy It's Jaffe-Jo get ya tape decks ready
That's 1 and out, let's go, let's it moving. That's 1 song I mean let's go, you want to get... I mean Hell Rell you ain't say that song Let's go, Let's go. I mean that's 1 and out. That's 1 down heat rock. Let's go. I'm step out. J.R. lace 'em up I'm come in a minute. Ya'll get busy
Rell]
Alright we got man Let me hear a on this
[Hook: J.R. It's kind of hard to doubt we ain't a slaughterhouse Dip you're now tuned in to the Hardest Out the first to ride, you ain't never heard of fly Call it how you in nigga my G's is certified
[Hell Yo I slow y'all to death These hustlers like they coke hard to stretch Any broads wanting me to put cash in purse Like wrote half of my verse, nope I give a few some credit,tell ya bring my cash on the first Plus I hold a welfare card cause how I work I'm bout to buy a Aston Martin, throw you in the Be at the Flex show, with you in the trunk If they said I do it, they put me to the test But I to all them suckers I was worthy of success said I was a uhh, was wasting time in her class It was more like she was wasting mine, I had them on the ave Mamma I was a dead shot locked up in a can Nope, got it with Cam, up in a drop like Shabam But why they knocking that man, of the rocks on his hand Or the Air Forces they'll never see cause they got copped at Damn, man I he a gangsta, and he pop his steel He supposed to be or locked up why he got a deal? He was just shooting a uzi, now he shooting a And all his mans to act like groupies I slow y'all to death hustlers acting like my flow hard to catch Man Diplomats we the force On or off the court we and ball the sport
[Hook: J.R. It's hard to doubt that we ain't a slaughterhouse Dip radio now tuned in to the Hardest Out Slash the first to ride, you ain't heard of fly Take it how you it coward our G's is certified
[Hell Sleepin' high visions of my enemies Beggin' for mercy crawling on the like a centipede Screaming Rell please don't me I got children Should've thought about those snotty nose when you was snitching But now I'm on a mission, yeah fresh out the A stand up dude who only sit when he You sit you pissing, dude listen My talent was God-given, got by hard living I all day, smoke haze, ménage women I spit these hard rhythms it feel a car hit 'em So leave that boy a can't you see he in the zone Dudes try to be like 'em can't you see he cloned All this blue and this yellow can't you see it in the And yeah we brought them hammers Cam we never leave 'em So back, I'm poppin off the 4 let me in because I'm knocking on ya door It's on my whores And nah I don't really do to funerals, but I gotta go to yours I gotta see the of a coward Please man let the homie give me a taste of the power My chain hate my watch, my watch my ring My jewelry going crazy, gotta get new bling So all praise is due to Hell Rell it's the new Smack ya girl pop 2 in her Religions
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That's 2 and out. Let's go Dennis. You moving slow Let's go Dennis. 2 and out good work. Good work J.R. you up man. Hold on. Stop it. it D, I mean, you got to say. That's 2 and out We early. Koch put that E.P. together. That's 2 Nuts and dirty (Funk Flex). I mean on. I mean excuse me Flex Excuse me, 2 minutes. Can I get 2 minutes. do what we told to do New York we run this here. I mean Pardon, listen J.R.'s turn I'm do the chorus, you ready? Let me get son. I just wrote son Let me see I'm... It's my I ain't get a chorus off yet I'm go in then. Alright 3 songs and out. Let's do it
My dude riding, he in Lamborghinis The mixed with Linguine, you hear me? a rider! All in together, we getting cheddar Yo cheddar we get together, you me? a rider! My dude riding, he riding in The oyster mixed Linguine, you hear me? a rider All together, we getting cheddar You dude's you better, why? a rider!
[J.R. Listen pal, I gotta spit, child you was not as sick Foul for a while, look my style is (Anonymous!) Pound for pound of piff, cuz I'm drowning it Yous a G like a thousand in counterfeits I can you how to flip that bird How to hit curb, how to get that served Youngin, I'm the shhh, word a prick, fag, herb, you get pimped slapped heard? Huh, get wit a rebel, I'll put the kick to the pedal The and the metal, I'm sickening nephew here...Your F-in engineer couldn't get to my level Dipset is forever B, bet remember me Stretch all my enemies, heckler send 'em But, I got a tek get a G To drop his flag a ref on a penalty I'm fresher than squeeze, wrist wrap chill Pitch black car wit pitch black wheels more stash box, big black steel Leave you at the red light, the kid's real! Stepping in his Nikes, in your sight You never seen these F-in Pella in ya life! I throw on fresh gear, throw on fresh This is something you have to throw on next year, Yea!
[J.R. scrap believe me, you need crack to see me I'm a classic, one of old scratched up CD's Nigga Check my swag it's That you can see I do the damn thing and I ain't Fab or I stepped through the wit Weezy Front of the up on post, hundred Dominicans That'll clap you as you go to beef wit J Throw a couple at you once they hear Le! Put your brains all across the You singing like you singing how you talk to agents But drop my name, and I'm a Throw in a box like some at a hop-scotch game I copp mane, come peep what I whip whore A 62, got it jumpin a 6-4 Soon as I hit tour, brrr, caught a on freeze, add up to a quarter mil! I'm to talk my deal, that's what a thug about Killa, hit Sharon, her I need another house! I dig ya out, then put her in a cab Gas her up hit the hooker wit them slabs you think? Naw I ain't a rookie wit it fag She'll have to boof that in a like a pad You rookies are mad, you can't say shit to me You get rid of me, I'm bout to make history
I mean, hold on, three and out, hold on even play yet put that on pause B New York City, we take a slight intermission if you do this up here, you bitin We knocked songs out. You can only do it in one take That means we didn't punch in. That means I one it J.R. one taped it. Rell one taped it. We chorused it out That the business is right The is right and if you come up here and try freestyle a song bitin (you swagger jackin) I mean you did a song Hell Rell right That means you repped BX Borough, you the Dominicans I'm 140 and Lennox to the So we as well do something together Capo get to take the motherfu...uh Capo take the Maserati up to 200, we goin in, go Tape this for Santana he get back Let's get off, I got the chorus on this, y'all back up go, I got the chorus You ready, New York we run the motherfuckin building, pardon me Take it, take it B I messed up because I'm talking too much Take it from the top. it from the top New York, I mean, I mean I know gon home and write hard tonight I know y'all gon home and write hard
Ya'll Diplomats, kickin this chicken scratch What you can't g-get wit that, go flip a pack Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset! Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset! I said It's the Diplomats, what y'all kickin chicken scratch Ya'll g-get wit that, homeboy go flip a pack Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset! Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset!
[J.R. Listen, I'm worth a couple figures, always hurting all these That I'm OC, to stuff the purple in the swisher Convertible just picture, how I up on your sister Wit a dance, tip dance turn her to a stripper Ya the by the zipper, burn em, turn 'em to a pisser Shit 'em mister in a river, you going to that I am sicker Determined to be bigger, birds I serve 'em to niggas Call the cops, ain't seen these type of murderers since Hitler if I know em, I'm quick to expose 'em Wristery frozen, reason why chick on my scrotum I'm lifted and potent on some shit that is Fresh out the pot, couldn't picture me rolling
[Hook: I said the Diplomats, y'all kickin this chicken scratch Ya'll can't g-get wit that, homeboy go a pack Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset! Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset! I said It's the Diplomats, what y'all kickin chicken scratch can't g-get wit that, homeboy go flip a pack Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset! Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset!