Dipset Anthem

Oh, come on, fuck with your boy

It's Santana, Heatmakers, where we at?

Let me see you through this

Killa, Jones, Freakay

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 "Gon' Til' November"

I need a couple birds, get a broad, have 'em sent up

Call my bird, get my broad have her sent up (Please)

Call my niggaz, call my squad, have 'em sent up (Please)

I see a town I'm likin'

See some niggas getting money in a town I like it

I run up on them with the pound and light it

Like it's my block now, all right kid?

He understood me quite clear

Then that thing banged out, ranged out the side of his right ear

And I got back to my business, back to my bitches

Back to the kitchen, that pyrex vision

Pop, I let that white stuff sit in

Get hard, get rock, get to the block and pitchin'

Yeah I'm sorry but this is how I'm livin

And this is how I'm getting, fuck how I get it

Hey!

I stood alone watching the wall, in the zone, hand on my handles

Listening to gangsta music

I stood at home hand on a chrome, with a zone, flippin' the channels

Watching how the gangstas do it

I stood alone, getting dome, from a thick chick in sandles

Watching Shaft, clocking math

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

.45 semi on the side, twisting 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 taking over the Roc

Yeah, yeah, it's my year

So, okay, okay, okay, y'all can't fuck with me, no way

Jose or Hector Camacho

Tech blows and watch yo' chest close and tacos

Motherfucker I'm the best, I told y'all before

I should y'all before, ey!

I stood alone watching the wall, in the zone, hand on my handles

Listening to gangsta music

I stood at home hand on a chrome, with a zone, flippin' the channels

Watching how the gangstas do it

I stood alone, getting dome, from a thick chick in sandles

Watching Shaft, clocking math

I'm on the westside of Chicago, lookin' for a bust down

And make me put my two arms up, Touchdown!

You stay in touch now, but when I tough down

I'm like Buckshot shorty, you better "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

Yes, they kissing cousins, Toya's kissin' Muffin

Worst then that, they go home and kiss they husband

That shit's disgusting

Keep the chickens clucking, keep the pigeons buggin'

This on my wrist is nothing

To me it's just yellow hearts and pink diamonds

Where I get the money for this? Don't think rhymin'

You fucking with Pablo, Bravo, Mario Via Bolo ho, Ta-to

I stood alone watching the wall, in the zone, hand on my handles

Listening to gangsta music

I stood at home hand on a chrome, with a zone, flippin' the channels

Watching how the gangstas do it

I stood alone, getting dome, from a thick chick in sandles

Watching Shaft, clocking math