[Intro]
Uh, let's do it, huh
Santana, Jim Jones, Killa, Freekey
How long we gon' have this shit on lock, man?
Huh, yes, sir
You gave me the right track, Kanye
Listen
[Verse 1]
I been coppin' them P's and maybe that's part of the reason (Maybe)
Feel like a boxer bobbin' and weavin'
But I'm gettin' head, she bobbin' her weave and I'm (Yes, sir)
Grabbin' her neck to stop her from breathin'
I'ma wild out 'til I part with my breathin'
'Til I'm sparked up and leakin' (Leakin'), part of the cement (Uh)
I need somethin' pure like from the Garden of Eden (Why?)
Wouldn't mind makin' her a part of my achievements (What happened?)
'Cause when music discouraged my pride (Who was there?)
Zeke the only one with courage to ride (Uh)
The ride so dirty inside, seem like we were playin' in mud
Hazin' it up, grams, gauge, and a snub
Who ill? A check for two mil'
And a cheap case, deface blue steel, true skills
I got stories that my soul could sing
Flip water like Poland Spring and I'ma hold them things
[Interlude]
Forever
That's right, y'all
Diplomats, y'all, we here
Forever
That's forever, man
Look, talk to 'em, look
[Verse 2]
My fella said you been coppin' a lot (A lot)
Latest caper? Propellers on top of the drop
But fuck it, who ever thought I would rock at the Roc? (Killa)
Top of top on top of the top
But, yo, nothing definite, I chop up the rocks
And I stop up the drop, blocka-blocka the block
Hello, mate, yellow tape, helicopter your spot (Spot)
What you wanted is not what you got
And I pop up them cops, 'cause, dog, it ain't about Cam (It ain't about me)
I got a son, homeboy, it's about Cam (For that?)
It's about bein' 'bout it, if not, you're ass-backwards
My mathematics, 'cause cash matters (That's important)
Little niggas need to sit up and breathe (Breathe)
If the town too hot, get up and leave (Be smart)
Niggas always got a trick up the sleeve (Always)
Nigga like me, I always got a brick up my sleeve
And that's forever
[Interlude]
Forever (Killa)
Jim Jones, Freekey, Santana, we here, we here
Forever
I got it, Guru
Let's wrap it up, man (Shit)
[Verse 3]
I was two blocks from coppin' dust, I used to hop the bus (Damn)
Now look, dog, ain't nobody hot as us
Girls, they gotta rush (Uh-huh), shit, they gotta blush (Uh-huh)
Wanna go in the mall just to shop with us
To how they piss a bitch, how they ran a mile (Uh-huh)
Fuck Killa Cam, they in love with Cameron Giles
Damn, I gotta smile, hundred grand, I demand it
Goddamnit, the boy done done it, child
[Outro]
Forever
And that's forever, man
You hear it, uh-huh, we here
Forever
I love y'all, man
It's nothin', boy
Forever
Dash
Hoffa
Forever (Young Guru)
What's really good?
Holla at your boy
Forever
Might have this shit on lock, man
Kanye
Forever
Harlem, Chicago
Columbus, holla
Uh-huh
Chicago
You have your own Kanye's West on the track
Harlem
You know who the fuck I am, Killa
We just want you to know Diplomats is here
We ain't goin' nowhere
Holla at the boy-boy
Let's ride out, man
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