Dipset Anthem
Juelz Santana Cam'ron Lyrics

Today's a new day, got the boo-lay up in the suitcase
Starting fresh, got my product with me

Go uptown to Harlem, tell 'em that I sent ya
Heading to Harlem, and my name holds weight

Tell 'em it's August, I'm gone 'til November (yeah)
Business trip with returns after three months

I see a town I'm likin'
Spot a town worth investing in

See some niggas gettin' money in a town I like it (yeah)
Notice some locals earning big bucks in said town

I run up on 'em with the pound and light it
Approach them with a gun and fire

"It's my block now, all right kid?" (Whoa)
You work for me now, understand?

He understood me quite clear
He knew what I meant crystal clear

Then that thing banged out and rang out the side of his right ear (woo)
Pulled the trigger and shot his right ear

And I got back to my business (uh-huh), back to my bitches (uh-huh), Back to the kitchen, that Pyrex vision (yeah)
Got back to hustle, women, and cooking drugs as usual

Pop, I let that white stuff sit in
Cooking drugs and let it sit for the right consistency

Get hard, get rock, get to the block and pitchin' (what?)
Once it's ready, sell it in the streets

Yeah, I'm sorry but this is how I'm livin
I regret nothing because it's how I make a living

And this is how I'ma get it, fuck it we goin' in, hey
This is my method to succeed, and we're doing it aggressively

I stood alone watchin' the wall, in the zone
Reminiscing my past struggles while thinking ahead

Hand on my handles
Holding my gun for protection

Listenin' to gangsta music, ayy
Getting pumped by listening to some serious rap

I stood at home hand on a chrome, with a zone
Stubbornly holding onto my gun and trying to relax

Flickin' the channels
Mindlessly changing TV channels

Watchin' how the gangstas do it (yeah, say it with me)
Analyzing successful gangsters' lifestyles like I'm learning a lesson

I stood alone, gettin' dome
Getting oral sex from a woman all by myself

From a thick chick in sandals
The woman is a curvy lady, wearing open-toe shoes

Watchin' Shaft, clockin' math
Watching a renowned movie while mentally calculating money-making schemes

Yeah, now I see death around the corner
I'm at risk of dying

Gotta stay high, will I survive
Got to stay alert to live another day

In the city where the skinny niggas die? Nope
In a dangerous city where weak people don't survive

It's the city where the skinny niggas ride, yeah
But it's where skinny hustlers make a living

.45 semi on the side, yeah, twistin' when they drive, yeah
Small handgun near me, driving and gripping it tightly

Lick a shot for Big Pop and 'Pac, yeah
Firing a bullet in honor of the late Biggie and Tupac

One more for Shyne locked inside, yeah
Firing another bullet for Shyne, who is behind bars

Two more for Cam, for takin' over the Roc
Celebrating Cam'ron's success as he dominates his competition

Yeah, yeah, it's my year
I have a feeling this coming year will be the year of my success

So, okay, okay, okay, y'all can't fuck with me, no way (what?)
You can't handle me, no chance

Jose or Hector Camacho (never)
I'm unstoppable, call me the legendary boxer

TEC blows and watch yo' chest close and tacos
Shooting Tec-9 guns, causing enemies to fall in pain

Motherfucker I'm the best, I told y'all before, I should y'all before, ayy
I'm the best and already proved it before

Clockin' math, man
Counting money, hustling daily

I'm with you Santana
Standing by Santana, ready for any competition

This the union right here
Together, we're unmatched

Let's do it one time
Let's make it happen

Dipset bitch
We are Dipset, and don't forget it

You know you can't fuck with the boy (okay)
You already know you can't compete with me

Killa, Killa, Killa
Killa Cam is on top, unstoppable

I'm on the westside of Chicago, lookin' for a bust down
I'm searching for a thing to steal on the westside of Chicago

And make me put my two arms up, touchdown! (What up, ma?)
I find my target, and it's a big win for me. What's up, girl?

You stay in touch now (okay), but when I touch down
You think you're relevant now, but you'll see when I come back

I'm like Buckshot, shorty, Duck Down
I'll hunt you down like a hunter does with ducks

Yeah I must clown, I'm from Harlem, uptown
I'm unpredictable, representing my hometown Harlem

Where we flash money, take your bitch and ask you, "What now?"
In Harlem, we love to show off our wealth and take your lovers

Birds flip a dozen, chicks is dicks they suckin'
Women sell drugs while performing oral sex

Swallow my kids, go and kiss they cousin (for real)
Women not only perform oral sex but also kiss men's relatives

Yes, they kissin' cousins, Toya's kissin' Muffin
The incestuous kissing involves even someone named Toya and Muffin

Worst then that, they go home and kiss they husband (shit's foul)
To make things worse, these women kiss their husbands at home

That shit's disgustin'
That behavior is gross

Keep the chickens cluckin', keep the pigeons buggin'
Keep my drug business in motion and my customers happy

This on my wrist is nothin'
My expensive watch on my wrist is nothing to me

Yeah, it's just yellow hearts and pink diamonds
It's just yellow and pink jewels

Where I get the money for this? Don't think rhymin' (not at all)
Don't even try to guess where I get the money, it's not from music

You fuckin' with Pablo (uh)
You're dealing with someone as powerful as Pablo Escobar

Bravo, Mario Via Bolo, ho, Ta-to
I'm unstoppable, and my name furthermore echoes: Bravo, Mario, Via Bolo, hey