You Gotta Love It

[Intro: Cam'ron]

Uh Dipset! 'Fore I set it off

Okay first off, you a bitch nigga

Only reason I'm doin' this

I'ma just name five reasons real quick, got 150, got 150

First, you stole Roc-A-Fella from Dame

Second, you stole Kanye from Dame

Third, you stole Rocawear from Dame

Fourth, I seen the nigga throw that diamond up before them shots was fired

Fifth, hold on, turn the beat off

I had to turn the beat off for this

You talkin' 'bout you a '80s baby, you 37 years old

You was born in 1968 and I open the Daily News

How's the king of New York rockin' sandals with jeans?

Open toe sandals with chancletas with jeans on

How's the king of New York rockin' sandals with jeans and he 42 years old?

Back to business

[Verse 1: Cam'ron]

You ain't the only one with big wallets

Got it, my shits brollic, dot it

But your publishing should go to Ms. Wallace

Honest, stealing Big's shit, he made two albums, you wilding

And he can't dress, dawg, who styled him?

It was Rocawear when Dame had it

Now you got it, call it Cockawear, heh not in here

Dead it pronto, you won't see a car, no

Dame and Biggs' bitch for years, now you Juan ho

He own the 40/40, got you in Atlantic City

Pitch your budget outta Baseline, goddamn it's pretty

You love a Harlem nigga, we get it cooking it's true

But now I look, we got more dudes in Brooklyn than you

Apparently, right? Down in Jeezy video

I should've kissed you on the cheek, you a pretty ho

And Jaz video you starred in it: Peter Pan

I was hopping off the Greyhound: Peter Pan

How could he be the man? Ha, only reason fam

I don't suck dick or kiss ass and I'm conceited, damn

But we hawk yo, right where you walk bro

You can fool the rest of the world long as New York know

We put you under ground clown, they gon' check the cellars

I know he 40 years old, I don't respect my elders

I respect the hustlers, plus the grinders and the sellers

You's a customer buster, here go jet propellers

[Chorus: Max B]

You got to hate us the way we getting this paper

All my niggas are coming straight from minimum wage

Niggas dick-riding the Dip steady trying to play us

But you get sprayed, bust a round we got in his face

Dipset! Hitting 40 and niggas we toting guns

Dipset! This is 40th nigga we from the slums

Dipset! Pushing 40 nigga you not the one

It's Killa season, holla at a nigga 'cause here it come

You got to hate us the way we getting this paper

All my niggas are coming straight from minimum wage

Niggas dick-riding the Dip steady trying to play us

But you get sprayed, bust a round we got in his face

Dipset! Hitting 40 and niggas we toting guns

Dipset! This is 40th nigga we from the slums

Dipset! Pushing 40 nigga you not the one

It's Killa season, holla at a nigga 'cause here it come

[Verse 2: Cam'ron]

Killa! Let's go (bitch nigga)

Who can fuck with me? No mammal (Nope)

But we tote handles at your open toe sandals and you look like Joe Camel (Go sell some cigarettes)

Off of Roc-A-Fella, right? No contact

But bust this fly joint they put inside his contract

I left the label right, lot of cats wonder how

Every time I diss that label I get fined a hundred thou'

Just for telling y'all, I get fined a hundred thou'

Huh them cats are ill, five times a half a mil'

Wars to play, like a bumper sticker smack a grill

Paul Wall cap a grill but them cats are daffodils

East Coast, West Coast, slang yo cap get peeled

Down in Houston, ask B I'm a mack for real

Hackie tell me, respect, better dwell me

Beyoncé, fiancé, check my second LP

I might bring it back, that's your girl, that's your world

Had the thing, fucking singing 'bout slinging crack

Mr. Roc-A-Fella stop, stop, stop it fella

Still got our acapellas, but I will Akinyele-ya

(Put it in ya mouth, uh, put it in ya mouth)

It ain't my fault I'm raw, I'm sorry B but I want a war

And he stabbed Un over Charli Baltimore (Fuckin' faggot)

Sucker for love, mmh-mmh, sucker for love

Kill a bitch, go to trial, hand be stuffed in the glove

I'ma hop in the bed, dawg gon' just pop off her head

Tell ol' Jay-Z chill, Cochran is dead

[Chorus: Max B]

You got to hate us the way we getting this paper

All my niggas are coming straight from minimum wage

Niggas dick-riding the Dip steady trying to play us

But you get sprayed, bust a round we got in his face

Dipset! Hitting 40 and niggas we toting guns

Dipset! This is 40th nigga we from the slums

Dipset! Pushing 40 nigga you not the one

It's Killa season, holla at a nigga 'cause here it come

You got to hate us the way we getting this paper

All my niggas are coming straight from minimum wage

Niggas dick-riding the Dip steady trying to play us

But you get sprayed, bust a round we got in his face

Dipset! Hitting 40 and niggas we toting guns

Dipset! This is 40th nigga we from the slums

Dipset! Pushing 40 nigga you not the one

It's Killa season, holla at a nigga 'cause here it come

[Interlude: Cam'ron]

Y'all niggas don't want it with us man

This just round one, 15 rounds B

We ready, brake off bluff, professional concert, sell out 25 thousand

Acting like you gon' diss us

You got anthrax over there man, and we George Bush man

You on some Saddam Hussein

Acting like you got something over there

You doing what Ma$e did, you making secret songs man

Let it out man, get ready for 15 rounds man

And all I did was battle once

Everybody getting ready to step to the plate

And I'ma step up again and slam, grand-slam yo ass pardon me

Dipset! I know you, I know you like that

I remember Dame sold you his old Pathfinder

Chipped in for the GS, you Jaz-O's son

Where's Sauce Money at? Where's the like, where they at?

I'ma get back to all that, Dipset dog

Round one, let the games begin doggie

Hahaha, ain't laughing at ya ugly ass no more

You ugly dawg! You ugly! You ugly man, you ugly!

My man Un said you look like Fraggle Rock and all that

You ol' Alf-ass nigga, get back to you nigga

Nigga oh!

[Chorus: Max B]

You got to hate us the way we getting this paper

All my niggas are coming straight from minimum wage

Niggas dick-riding the Dip steady trying to play us

But you get sprayed, bust a round we got in his face

Dipset! Hitting 40 and niggas we toting guns

Dipset! This is 40th nigga we from the slums

Dipset! Pushing 40 nigga you not the one

Pushing 40 nigga you not the one...

[Outro: Cam'ron Destiny's Child sample from Cam's "Do It Again]

Oh shit, yo dude make sure you got them old vocals

Bring 'em up real quick!

All them dimes we slung

All those crimes we've done

All those times was fun

But would you do it again?

All them dimes we slung

All those crimes we've done

All those times was fun

But would you do it again?

Yup, yup that's her

Yup we got 'em

Yup that's her