Dipset Anthem
The Diplomats Cam'Ron Juelz Santana Lyrics
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Uh, c'mon (yeah)
Uh, fuck with your boy (yeah)
It's Santana
Heatmakerz, where we at?
Let me see you do this
Killa, Jim, Freekey (uh)
Yeah man, I'm back at it
Today's a new day, got the boo-lay up in the suitcase
Go uptown to Harlem, tell 'em that I sent ya
Tell 'em it's August, I'm gone 'til November (yeah)
I need a couple birds, get a broad, have 'em sent up (of course)
Call my bird, get my broad have her sent up (please)
Call my niggaz, call my squad, have 'em sent up (please, yeah)
I see a town I'm likin'
See some niggas gettin' money in a town I like it (yeah)
I run up on 'em with the pound and light it
Like, "It's my block now, all right kid?" (Whoa)
He understood me quite clear
Then that thing banged out and rang out the side of his right ear (woo)
And I got back to my business (uh-huh), back to my bitches (uh-huh)
Back to the kitchen, that Pyrex vision (yeah)
Pop, I let that white stuff sit in
Get hard, get rock, get to the block and pitchin' (what?)
Yeah, I'm sorry but this is how I'm livin
And this is how I'ma get it, fuck it we goin' in, hey
I stood alone watchin' the wall, in the zone
Hand on my handles
Listenin' to gangsta music, ayy
I stood at home hand on a chrome, with a zone
Flickin' the channels
Watchin' how the gangstas do it (yeah, say it with me)
I stood alone, gettin' dome
From a thick chick in sandals
Watchin' Shaft, clockin' math
Yeah, now I see death around the corner
Gotta stay high, will I survive
In the city where the skinny niggas die? Nope
It's the city where the skinny niggas ride, yeah
.45 semi on the side, yeah, twistin' when they drive, yeah
Lick a shot for Big Pop and 'Pac, yeah
One more for Shyne locked inside, yeah
Two more for Cam, for takin' over the Roc
Yeah, yeah, it's my year
So, okay, okay, okay, y'all can't fuck with me, no way (what?)
Jose or Hector Camacho (never)
TEC blows and watch yo' chest close and tacos
Motherfucker I'm the best, I told y'all before
I should y'all before, ayy
I stood alone watchin' the wall, in the zone
Hand on my handles
Listenin' to gangsta music, ayy
I stood at home hand on a chrome, with a zone
Flickin' the channels
Watchin' how the gangstas do it (yeah, say it with me)
I stood alone, gettin' dome
From a thick chick in sandals
Watchin' Shaft, clockin' math
Clockin' math, man
I'm with you Santana
This the union right here
Let's do it one time
Dipset bitch
You know you can't fuck with the boy (okay)
Killa, Killa, Killa
I'm on the westside of Chicago, lookin' for a bust down
And make me put my two arms up, touchdown! (What up, ma?)
You stay in touch now (okay), but when I touch down
I'm like Buckshot, shorty, Duck Down
Yeah I must clown, I'm from Harlem, uptown
Where we flash money, take your bitch and ask you, "What now?"
Birds flip a dozen, chicks is dicks they suckin'
Swallow my kids, go and kiss they cousin (for real)
Yes, they kissin' cousins, Toya's kissin' Muffin
Worst then that, they go home and kiss they husband (shit's foul)
That shit's disgustin'
Keep the chickens cluckin', keep the pigeons buggin'
This on my wrist is nothin'
Yeah, it's just yellow hearts and pink diamonds
Where I get the money for this? Don't think rhymin' (not at all)
You fuckin' with Pablo (uh)
Bravo, Mario Via Bolo, ho, Ta-to
I stood alone watchin' the wall, in the zone
Hand on my handles
Listenin' to gangsta music, ayy
I stood at home hand on a chrome, with a zone
Flickin' the channels
Watchin' how the gangstas do it (yeah, say it with me)
I stood alone watchin' the wall, in the zone
Hand on my handles
Listenin' to gangsta music, ayy
I stood alone, gettin' dome
From a thick chick in sandals
Watchin' Shaft, clockin' math
The Diplomats’ song “Dipset Anthem” is an ode to their lifestyle and mentality. The lyrics describe the group's attitudes towards money, power and respect, as well as their experiences in the world of gangs and drug dealing. The first verse starts with a declaration of prominence, as Santana (Juelz Santana) takes the mic and introduces himself, the Heatmakerz and the rest of the group. The second verse portrays the group's everyday activities, which include dealing drugs and asserting dominance in different neighborhoods.
The chorus repeatedly emphasizes the theme of standing alone, but staying vigilant and observant of one's surroundings. The third verse features Cam'ron rapping about his experiences in Chicago, highlighting his ability to make money and his detachment from his enemies' actions. The lyrics could be interpreted as a statement of the group's resilience in the face of danger, and their ability to thrive in difficult circumstances.
Overall, “Dipset Anthem” is a song that showcases the Diplomats' bravado and confidence. The group is unapologetic about their criminal activities and assertiveness, but they also understand the risks and challenges that come with their lifestyle. The song's catchy lyrics and production have made it a classic in the rap genre.
Line by Line Meaning
Today's a new day, got the boo-lay up in the suitcase
I've got a new shipment of drugs and I'm ready to make money selling them
Go uptown to Harlem, tell 'em that I sent ya
I have influence in my neighborhood and people should respect me
Tell 'em it's August, I'm gone 'til November (yeah)
I'll be out of town for a while but I'll be back soon
I need a couple birds, get a broad, have 'em sent up (of course)
I need some women and drugs delivered to me
Call my bird, get my broad have her sent up (please)
Tell my girlfriend to bring me some drugs
Call my niggaz, call my squad, have 'em sent up (please, yeah)
Tell my friends to come over and hang out with me
I see a town I'm likin'
I see a place where I think I can make money selling drugs
See some niggas gettin' money in a town I like it (yeah)
I see some guys making money and I want to get in on the action
I run up on 'em with the pound and light it
I confront them with my gun and start shooting
Like, 'It's my block now, all right kid?' (Whoa)
I declare that I'm taking over this territory
He understood me quite clear
The guy I was threatening knew exactly what I meant
Then that thing banged out and rang out the side of his right ear (woo)
I shot the guy in the ear with my gun
And I got back to my business (uh-huh), back to my bitches (uh-huh)
I went back to selling drugs and hanging out with women
Back to the kitchen, that Pyrex vision (yeah)
I went back to cooking and packaging drugs
Pop, I let that white stuff sit in
I let the drugs cook and harden
Get hard, get rock, get to the block and pitchin' (what?)
I sell the drugs and make money
I stood alone watchin' the wall, in the zone
I'm standing alone, lost in thought, staring at a wall
Hand on my handles
I have my guns with me
Listenin' to gangsta music, ayy
I'm listening to music that glorifies violence and crime
I stood at home hand on a chrome, with a zone
I'm at home, holding a gun, lost in thought
Flickin' the channels
I'm changing TV channels, bored and looking for something to do
Watchin' how the gangstas do it (yeah, say it with me)
I'm watching TV shows or movies about gangsters and crime
I stood alone, gettin' dome
I'm alone and getting oral sex from a woman
From a thick chick in sandals
The woman giving me oral sex is wearing sandals and is overweight
Watchin' Shaft, clockin' math
I'm watching the movie Shaft and thinking about money
Yeah, now I see death around the corner
I'm aware that danger and death could be just around the corner
Gotta stay high, will I survive
I need to stay intoxicated to deal with the dangers of my lifestyle
In the city where the skinny niggas die? Nope
I won't die like many others who are too weak or small
It's the city where the skinny niggas ride, yeah
The city is full of tough, skinny guys like me who survive by being ruthless
.45 semi on the side, yeah, twistin' when they drive, yeah
I always carry a gun with me and it's ready to use at a moment's notice
Lick a shot for Big Pop and 'Pac, yeah
I'm paying homage to other rappers who have died
One more for Shyne locked inside, yeah
I'm also paying homage to another rapper who is in prison
Two more for Cam, for takin' over the Roc
I'm congratulating my friend Cam for his success in the music industry
Yeah, yeah, it's my year
I believe that this year will be my year of success
So, okay, okay, okay, y'all can't fuck with me, no way (what?)
I believe that I am untouchable and superior to others
Jose or Hector Camacho (never)
I will never be defeated, like the champion boxers Jose or Hector Camacho
TEC blows and watch yo' chest close and tacos
I will shoot you in the chest and kill you, and then go eat tacos
Motherfucker I'm the best, I told y'all before
I am the best rapper and the toughest guy around
Clockin' math, man
I'm always thinking about money
I'm with you Santana
I'm with my friend Santana, who also raps
This the union right here
We are a powerful team and working together to make money and be successful
Let's do it one time
Let's work together to make money just one more time
Dipset bitch
We are the Diplomats, and we are superior to everyone else
You know you can't fuck with the boy (okay)
You know that you can't beat me or compete with me
Killa, Killa, Killa
I am the best, and I will kill anyone who tries to challenge me
I'm on the westside of Chicago, lookin' for a bust down
I'm in a dangerous area of Chicago, looking to buy some expensive jewelry
And make me put my two arms up, touchdown! (What up, ma?)
I will buy the jewelry and celebrate like I just scored a touchdown
You stay in touch now (okay), but when I touch down
I will stay in contact with a woman while I'm out of town, but when I come back, she should be ready to have sex with me
I'm like Buckshot, shorty, Duck Down
I'm like Buckshot, a rapper known for being tough and aggressive
Yeah I must clown, I'm from Harlem, uptown
I like to joke and act like a clown, despite being from a serious and dangerous area of New York
Where we flash money, take your bitch and ask you, 'What now?'
In Harlem, we show off our wealth and take women from other men, daring them to try to do something about it
Birds flip a dozen, chicks is dicks they suckin'
We sell a lot of drugs and women are willing to have sex with us for money or drugs
Swallow my kids, go and kiss they cousin (for real)
Women who have sex with me will swallow my semen and then go kiss their relatives, which is disgusting
Yes, they kissin' cousins, Toya's kissin' Muffin
Women in Harlem are known for having sex with their cousins and other relatives
Worst then that, they go home and kiss they husband (shit's foul)
Women who cheat on their husbands with me not only kiss their relatives, but then go home and kiss their husbands, which is disgusting
That shit's disgustin'
I know that what I'm doing is wrong and immoral
Keep the chickens cluckin', keep the pigeons buggin'
We maintain a steady supply of drugs and keep our customers hooked
This on my wrist is nothin'
The expensive jewelry I'm wearing is nothing to me, because I have so much of it
Yeah, it's just yellow hearts and pink diamonds
The jewelry I'm wearing is made of gold and diamonds, but it's not a big deal to me
Where I get the money for this? Don't think rhymin'
Don't ask me how I got the money for this jewelry, because I'm not going to tell you
You fuckin' with Pablo (uh)
Don't mess with me, because I'm as powerful and ruthless as the infamous Colombian drug lord Pablo Escobar
Bravo, Mario Via Bolo, ho, Ta-to
These are names of other drug lords and criminals who I admire and identify with
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Sam Dees, Laron L. James, Cameron Giles, Gregory Omar Green, Seon D. Thomas
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@stevenpatterson7954
They Need A Documentary on this era it doesn't get enough credit. 🔥💯
@dubdeuce1517
The documentary Backstage was pretty cool. But I believe this was a bit after that. Like a 3 year window. Sounds about right.
@kingkongdollars3175
This was my fucking era i sold so much fucking weed it wasnt funny.
@SandStormXII
💯🎶
@Jimmyfly215
steven patterson 2000-05 did it for me. 90s and early 2000s will always be my golden era
@Jimmyfly215
Ali Chaudhry the Roc, Dipset, State Property. From DMX to Ludacris, from Eminem and 50 with the Aftermath crew, Nas, the list goes on. It was truly the golden era in my opinion.
@dees.9777
This beat will never get old 🔥🔥🔥🔥.Still playing it in 2023
@subzero308
talk to these mfs
@nastynavvy64
U feel me 🔥
@stephan4750
Bro , sunday 23:24. 5 Hours Till work . In the middle of germany ❤