Lyrics The Diplomats

The Diplomats

Somebody Gotta Die Tonight

Zeek Dip, Dip, Dip, Dipset bitch

Dip Dip Dip Dipset bitch

Dip Dip dip Dipset Bitch

Dipset bitch Dipset Bitch

Why should I entertain, live in the game

Pies to my name, E-5 in his brain, die for the chain

Zeek hit the side of his frame, bang bang

Fight in the lane, Dip Gang still ride with the Chain

Four guns to none, survive with the chain

We know who did it I ain't crying insane, I hide from the fame

A V in the vain, i'm seing his pain, damn

This my nigga, 10 deep in the game, mane

We hit the streets with Cane, hit the streets in the Range

Shh, Shh, We aint repeatin they names

Keep heat, creep creep, leap leap, 3 jeeps, beep beep, set em' sleep with the rain

Fuck a mic, Mac sound check, I back down sets (sets)

Ask about me, do your background check (check)

40th guns revolve around history

40 wolves or the unsolved mysteries

Give your corner caution, I go on flossin

Fuck ya robbery! i'll be on distortion

Embrace the lecture, tech taste the texture

Not Lance Rivera, nor Mason Betha

Get a eighth and stretcher, til they laid in stretchers

Til the red van come, try to raid and wreck us

Legal aid respect us, Evil yes infections

Dips stamp dope if you got them needles check us

Hey Zeek you alright (yea)

You wanna ride (yea)

45 on my side (yeeea yea)

Dip Dip Dip Dipset Bitch, Somebody gotta die tonite

Now Zeek in the pen (yea)

I want revenge (yea)

Mack 10 it extend (oooooooowieee)

Dip Dip Dip Dipset Bitch, Sombody gotta die tonite

Aye Yo, I get the raw double, to cop more bubbles

Leave my case open hope I get in more trouble

More scuffles, so the Law could shuffle

To my door they know when I get bored HUSTLE

Killa Joffe Joe, still stop and go

Get a block of blow if I yell DA-DA-DOE!

Is you Raba (NO) Even mama know

Im the shit but shit Vamoose gotta go

I visit Peru, just to canoe

Witnesses vision is too, they Mr. Magoo

Who, You, Me, Oh I'm Killa Bitch

Hustler that's on what that gorilla stitch

20 years go by man still a snitch

Niggaz fronted on Zeek man still I itch

No hammers that night Goddamn man

They was sand with ya night i'll play sandman

I keep that Bam Bam Bigilo, Cam the Damn nigga though

Fam Fam every damn nigga know

Fam blam blam every damn trigga blow

Yes-man, toe ring and that damn Figaro

Fuck yall niggaz that's word to my mother B. If I catch anyone of yall niggaz runnin by, walkin by, driven by, sneakin by, Imma kill yall motherfuckerz. that's word to me, my Dipset fam, Killa C..Every motherfucken body. I niggaz wish, wish I was dead, but too bad for yall motherfuckerz. Here I go. Then yall gone run soon as see anything that looks anything like yall. I don't give a fuck, it's fucked up for everybody. i told Im half Coo koo, half motherfuckin crazy. I seen yall walkin round wit the chain out talkin bout try to rob me, try to rob me, I hope these motherfuckers try to do it 'cause I got somethin for they stinkin ass oh I got somethin for they stinkin ass. My foot in they ass. my fist in they face, My knee in the ribs, My finger in they eeeyyyyeee. Ima kill them. Dipset nigga