Dipset Anthem
CAM'RON & Juelz Santana Lyrics

Oh, come on, fuck with your boy
Juelz Santana invites the listener to engage with him.

It's Santana, Heatmakers, where we at?
Santana introduces himself and his music production team.

Let me see you through this
Santana expresses his desire for the listener to enjoy his music.

Killa, Jones, Freakay
Santana shouts out members of his rap group, Dipset.

Yeah man, I'm back at it
Santana announces his return to the music scene after a hiatus.

Today's a new day, got the boo-lay up in the suitcase
Santana is ready to start fresh with new opportunities and illegal substances on hand.

Go uptown to Harlem, tell 'em that I sent ya
Santana sends the listener to his hometown, Harlem, with a greeting.

Tell 'em it's August, I'm 'Gon' Til' November'
Santana explains the length of his grind as an artist.

I need a couple birds, get a broad, have 'em sent up
Santana is requesting drugs, women, and cohorts to be brought to him.

Call my bird, get my broad have her sent up (Please)
Santana repeats his request for a woman to be sent to him.

Call my niggaz, call my squad, have 'em sent up (Please)
Santana repeats his request for accomplices to be brought to him.

I see a town I'm likin'
Santana spots a location that looks lucrative.

See some niggas getting money in a town I like it
Santana spots other people making money and is inspired to do the same.

I run up on them with the pound and light it
Santana threatens the people with a gun and shoots it.

Like it's my block now, all right kid?
Santana declares his dominance over the area and the defeated people.

He understood me quite clear
Santana acknowledges that the victim understood him.

Then that thing banged out, ranged out the side of his right ear
Santana shoots the victim in the ear and injures him.

And I got back to my business, back to my bitches
Santana gets back to his illegal activities and women.

Back to the kitchen, that pyrex vision
Santana returns to cooking drugs in the kitchen.

Pop, I let that white stuff sit in
Santana waits for the drugs to form into a solid substance.

Get hard, get rock, get to the block and pitchin'
Santana is ready to start selling the drugs on the street.

Yeah I'm sorry but this is how I'm livin
Santana is apologetic for his lifestyle, but it is how he makes money.

And this is how I'm getting, fuck how I get it
Santana does not care about the legality of his money-making methods.

I stood alone watching the wall, in the zone, hand on my handles
Santana is isolated and focused on his gangsta music and weapons.

Listening to gangsta music
Santana is listening to music that inspires his violent lifestyle.

I stood at home hand on a chrome, with a zone, flippin' the channels
Santana is at home with a gun and is switching TV stations.

Watching how the gangstas do it
Santana is observing how other gangstas live their lives.

I stood alone, getting dome, from a thick chick in sandles
Santana is alone and receiving oral sex from a curvy woman.

Watching Shaft, clocking math
Santana is watching a Black exploitation movie and making calculations about money.

Now I see death around the corner
Santana is aware of the danger in his line of work.

Gotta stay high, will I survive in the city where the skinny niggas die?
Santana is scared of dying in a place where only the strong and well-connected survive.

Nope, it's the city where the skinny niggas ride
Santana is in a place where even the underdogs stand up and defend themselves.

.45 semi on the side, twisting when they drive, yeah
Santana and others on the street carry weapons and use them while driving.

Lick a shot for Big Pop and 'Pac, yeah
Santana salutes the memory of late rappers Notorious B.I.G. and Tupac Shakur.

One more for Shyne locked inside, yeah
Santana salutes the incarcerated rapper Shyne.

Two more for Cam, for taking over the Roc
Santana salutes fellow Dipset member Cam'ron for his success in the music industry.

Yeah, yeah, it's my year
Santana proclaims that this is his year to shine and succeed.

So, okay, okay, okay, y'all can't fuck with me, no way
Santana confidently asserts that no one can compete with him.

Jose or Hector Camacho
Santana speaks the names of famous boxers to boast about his own toughness.

Tech blows and watch yo' chest close and tacos
Santana warns others of his weapon skills and violent tendencies.

Motherfucker I'm the best, I told y'all before
Santana repeats his claim that he is the best rapper and gangsta around.

I should y'all before, ey!
Santana reminds the listener that he has previously expressed his supremacy.

I'm on the westside of Chicago, lookin' for a bust down
Cam'ron is in Chicago seeking a jewelry piece.

And make me put my two arms up, Touchdown!
Cam'ron is excited to find quality jewelry and put it on display.

You stay in touch now, but when I tough down
Cam'ron warns someone to remain in contact or face consequences when he arrives.

I'm like Buckshot shorty, you better 'Duck Down'
Cam'ron identifies with rapper Buckshot and tells enemies to hide or face gunfire.

Yeah I must clown, I'm from Harlem, Uptown
Cam'ron acknowledges that he acts foolishly because of his upbringing in Harlem.

Where we flash money, take your bitch and ask you, what now?
Cam'ron boasts about his wealth and steals other men's girlfriends.

Birds flip a dozen, chicks is dicks they suckin'
Cam'ron is making money through selling drugs and women who perform oral sex.

Swallow my kids, go and kiss they cousin
Cam'ron's women perform oral sex and then kiss their relatives.

Yes, they kissing cousins, toys kissing muppets
Cam'ron is making a playful reference to incestuous behavior and low quality drugs.

Worst then that, they go home and kiss they husband
Cam'ron's women return home to their husbands after sex work.

That shit's disgusting
Cam'ron acknowledges the unsavory nature of his business.

Keep the chickens clucking, keep the pigeons buggin'
Cam'ron maintains his drug-selling operation and customers.

This on my wrist is nothing
Cam'ron dismisses his expensive jewelry as unimportant.

To me it's just yellow hearts and pink diamonds
Cam'ron describes the color and gemstones on his jewelry.

Where I get the money for this? Don't think rhymin'
Cam'ron suggests that he makes money through illegal means rather than lyricism.

You fucking with Pablo, Bravo, Mario Via Bolo ho, Ta-to
Cam'ron compares himself to notorious drug cartel leaders and boasts about his wealth and power.

I stood alone watching the wall, in the zone, hand on my handles
Santana returns to expressing his isolation and focus while holding weapons.

Listening to gangsta music
Santana continues to listen to violent music.

I stood at home hand on a chrome, with a zone, flippin' the channels
Santana repeats his position of being stuck at home with a gun and remote control.

Watching how the gangstas do it
Santana repeats his observation of how other gangstas live their lives.

I stood alone, getting dome, from a thick chick in sandles
Santana repeats his sexual activity with a curvy woman.

Watching Shaft, clocking math
Santana repeats his activity of watching a Black exploitation movie and calculating money.