Dipset Anthem
diplomats the Lyrics

Oh, come on, fuck with your boy
Juelz Santana inviting listeners to engage with his music

Today's a new day, got the boo-lay up in the suitcase
Juelz Santana starts a new day with drugs in tow

Go uptown to Harlem, tell 'em that I sent ya
Promoting his gang's presence in Harlem

Tell 'em it's August, I'm "Gon' Til' November"
Promising to stay on top of his game until November

I need a couple birds, get a broad, have 'em sent up
Requesting drugs and women to be delivered to him

Call my bird, get my broad have her sent up (Please)
Repeated request to get women to him

Call my niggaz, call my squad, have 'em sent up (Please)
Assembling a gang to muscle in on nearby territory

I run up on them with the pound and light it
Threatening to use a gun on rivals and claiming their territory

Like it's my block now, all right kid?
Asserting his dominance in the new territory

I see a town I'm likin'
Spotting a new potential area to take over

See some niggas getting money in a town I like it
Noting successful rivals in the new town

Then that thing banged out, ranged out the side of his right ear
Using a gun to intimidate or eliminate a rival

And I got back to my business, back to my bitches
Returning to his drug and woman-centered lifestyle

Back to the kitchen, that pyrex vision
Cooking and selling drugs

Pop, I let that white stuff sit in
Cooking and refining cocaine

Get hard, get rock, get to the block and pitchin'
Preparing for drug sales

Now I see death around the corner
Acknowledging the dangerous nature of his lifestyle

Gotta stay high, will I survive in the city where the skinny niggas die?
Using drugs to cope with his surroundings and protect himself

.45 semi on the side, twisting when they drive, yeah
Carrying a gun for self-defense and asserting dominance

Lick a shot for Big Pop and 'Pac, yeah
Paying respects to deceased rappers Biggie Smalls and Tupac Shakur

One more for Shyne locked inside, yeah
Paying respects to rapper Shyne, currently incarcerated

Two more for Cam, for taking over the Roc
Acknowledging fellow rapper Cam'Ron's success

I'm on the westside of Chicago, lookin' for a bust down
Searching for a cheap, easy woman in Chicago

And make me put my two arms up, Touchdown!
Referring to sexual prowess and satisfaction

Birds flip a dozen, chicks is dicks they suckin'
Having sex with multiple women and objectifying them

Swallow my kids, go and kiss they cousin
Impregnating women and causing incestuous relationships

Keep the chickens clucking, keep the pigeons buggin'
Continuing drug sales and hustling

This on my wrist is nothing
Showing off his expensive watch

To me it's just yellow hearts and pink diamonds
Downplaying the financial significance of his jewelry

Where I get the money for this? Don't think rhymin'
Not revealing the source of his income

You fucking with Pablo, Bravo, Mario Via Bolo ho, Ta-to
Introducing himself with various names and aliases

I stood alone watching the wall, in the zone, hand on my handles
Reflecting on his isolation and focusing on his gun

I stood at home hand on a chrome, with a zone, flippin' the channels
Relaxing at home with a gun nearby and flipping TV channels

I stood alone, getting dome, from a thick chick in sandles
Receiving oral sex from a woman

Watching Shaft, clocking math
Watching the movie Shaft and counting money