The Diplomats – The First



[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
Come on, yo, yo
Ayo my Dipset Taliban, we are not a crew
We’re more like a movement, more like in tuned with
The moon and the stars
Some say I soon will be doomed for them bars
But I could be caught, pissy, clubs, saloons and them bars
The industry think that they grooming a star, nah
I’m more like a thug misproving the odds
Runnin around all crazy, the city, with my goons in them cars

[Verse 2: Cam’ron]
I tell ’em
Wake up, wake up
Gotta go get that cake up, break up
Divide that payroll, ay yo
Go get that ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo
Killa, hey bro, holla at Pedro
On the 8-0 in Waco, I tell him lay low, ba’ bro
When I beef, names’ll be said, tools’ll be spread
Two in your head, body be bagged, eulogy read
Dog in the news’ll get read
Cause what I deal with is usually Feds on the first

[Hook: Cam’ron]
Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo
It’s the first of the month…
Ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo
It’s the first of the month…
Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo
It’s the first of the month…
Ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo

[Verse 3: Juelz Santana]
Yo, now I’m the type of dude, post up sell drugs on your property
Stone cold hustler, ain’t no fucking denying me
I sell drugs in varieties, you want it, I got it
You see it, you like it, we count it, you buy it from me
I’m what the people call a menace to the public society
Fuck ’em I’m riding, my gun on the side of me
Fuck ’em I’m driving, I’m puffing I’m high as can be
I’m speeding, I’m weaving, I’m bugging my eye on the street
Cam signed to the Roc, it’s time that we eat
Harlem’s back, this time it’s for keeps
You rolling or not?
The takeover’s now, y’all focused or not?
We been ready it’s just that our promotion was not
But I can’t blame no one for this, I’m alright with that
Can’t be racist cause I sell too much white for that
So I decided I’ma milk these crackers for all they, milk and crackers
’til I’m rich and these mils don’t matter
Uh, you niggas follow my plot?
If not, swallow these shots, Santana swallow your block
I run with enforcers, big dudes and bosses
Black, British and Walter, the phone call’ll cost ya
Keep rolling in them caravans acting
We got big trucks with chrome, Taliban action
Send one up to Jabar, my nigga maxed in
T-Money’s home and he’s never going back in

[Hook: Cam’ron]
Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo
It’s the first of the month…
Ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo
It’s the first of the month…
Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo
It’s the first of the month…
Ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo

[Verse 4: Cam’ron]
Yo, yo I swear to God, you’ll think I had a violin the way I fiddle triggers
How you older than me, and still a little nigga?
On the first, I hate these chickens
Get their check, hair, nails done, steak and chicken, for they fridge
And they kids fly, I ain’t open friend (not at all)
On the 11th, you gon’ be broke again
Word to Jehovah man
Hoes in they shoes, barking like a Doberman
Coming to see Cam, for some coke again

[Verse 5: Jim Jones]
Shit, it’s the first of the month
Yo, I’m the first on the block for the cycle
With rocks to disperse like, shots from a rifle
See they tainted our image
It’s fucked up the way the game painted our image
They say we dangerous people
Why, because we movin ‘caine to the people
Don’t be the reason I be, aiming this Eagle, my aim’s to get equal
The first and fifteenth’s got some restraints on my people

[Hook: Cam’ron]
Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo
It’s the first of the month…
Ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo
It’s the first of the month…
Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, ay yo
It’s the first of the month…
Ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo, ya-yo

[Outro: Jim Jones]
Dipset nigga, Jim Jones Capo Status
Killa the Don, Juelz Santana, FREEKEY!!
Harlem, my Taliban
Eastside, B’s up
The first and fifteenth
We still going through it
Welfare, medicade (wooo!), the liquor stores
Broadway, 7th, 15th, 40th
Y’all know the struggle
Holla
Roc-A-Fella, woo!



Lil Wayne Collaborates with Juelz Santana Drops “Bloody Mary”



Lil Wayne team up with Juelz Santana on new song “Bloody Mary”

The new track is from Lil Wayne’s album “Dedication 6: Reloaded” which is on its way. It has been a long anticipation for a collaboration between the Lil Wayne and Juelz since rumors of them working on “I Cant Feel My Face” which is long overdue.

Below you can listen to the track and leave your comments.

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Lyrics Juelz Santana – D Up

You know what I’m saying
Rich nigga shit
It’s the only way to go
Woo!
Hey!(d up)

Foreign (foreign), Bugatti’s (yea)
Dirty pistol havin’ bodies (brrt)
Don’t know what it cost I just buy it (how much?)
She a whole ‘nother b*tch on the molly (woo)
Havin’ them racks, I been havin’ them racks (racks)
Young nigga playin’ monopoly (monopoly)
The devil keep tryna jump all on my back
But I’m the man, ain’t stoppin’ me (nah)
f*ckin’ that b*tch, she got too attached
She won’t get a call or text from me (brr)
These niggas takin’ my recipe (recipe)
Money on the right and the left of me (racks)
Gossippin’ just like a b*tch my nigga (gossip)
I’m in the trap cookin’ fish my nigga (trap)
You poppin’ so f*ck it let’s hit my nigga (hit)
Surrounded by dawgs, they pits my nigga (errr)
I’m stayin’ away from the lames and thotties, I’m bout to get me a profit (profit)
I’m swervin’ the lanes, my engines is ‘Rari, 48 a ‘Rari
Excuse me pardon, colorful diamonds like I been playin’ sorry (sorry)
Look at my b*tch she a barbie (barbie) versuri-lyrics.info
Double cup sippin’ on bar (mud, drank, drank)
Gotta survive, the coolant it come with the TEC (brrt)
Run up your check, then you go buy a Patek (run up a check, hey)
Watery diamond, drippin’ splash, wet (drip, splash, splash)
We got them choppers on deck when we boardin’ them jets (aye).

I can not f*ck up the reup, coco, ski up
Yeah, I got high paid shooters (high paid)
I’m tellin’ them niggas to D up (D up)
Drop off, hardball
Grandpa got a sawed-off (grandpa)
Can’t no work be stepped on (nah)
None of my niggas gon’ fall off
Jumpin’ out the trees with the ski’s (with them ski’s yeah)
Pull up on the plug with the fees (with them fees yeah)
Make her pop a perky on her knees (on her knees yeah)
I hook-shot that pot like Kareem (hook-shot).

Championship on my ring
I make my b*tches trap out of Céline
I put that ice in my watch, Mr. Freeze
And I’m takin’ the P’s just to go to Belize
I need that big gun, I’m talkin’ machine
These pussy niggas just blowin’ out steam
I get it lit 500 degrees
Chopper hit everything, bada boom bada bing
Beat the pot with the stamina (beat it)
f*cking your b*tches on cameras (smash)
I got a bag of that Pamela
Put it right in the trunk of my tarantula
That’s a spider for you dumb f*cks
Money comin’ by the dump trucks
Bodies lay by the dumpsters
It’s real mobsters amongst us
Knots, trap out the bando it’s hot
f*ck it invade the spot (spot)
Wrist watch, I put the wrist in the pot (pot)
I had to seize the lot
Tick tock, b*tch still on the clock now go get that money for daddy
Whip rocks, soon as my work hit the block fiends line up for the package
I need that money, give me the loot
Play with my money, how silly is you?
I go to the dealer, I pick and I choose
I look like Mister T with all my jewels
If you try take it, I pity the fool
I take your honey, you Winnie the Pooh
My niggas got sticks that’s bigger than you
Can’t swim with the sharks, then stay in the pool.

I can not f*ck up the reup, coco, ski up
Yeah, I got high paid shooters (high paid)
I’m tellin’ them niggas to D up (D up)
Drop off, hardball
Grandpa got a sawed-off (grandpa)
Can’t no work be stepped on (nah)
None of my niggas gon’ fall off
Jumpin’ out the trees with the ski’s (with them ski’s yeah)
Pull up on the plug with the fees (with them fees yeah)
Make her pop a perky on her knees (on her knees yeah)
I hook-shot that pot like Kareem (hook-shot).

I was hanging with the dealers then
Still hanging with the dealers now
They know I just signed a deal, so they ask how I’m feelin’ now
I still run around and them phone calls
Pull up, pull the ceiling down (Skrt skrt)
I bought the crib in Miami though, had to drop a quarter million now
So, what really talkin’ ’bout and New York bring Porsches out
I be thinkin’ the days, that I was stuck in trail ’til the judge had to toss out it
Summertime bring Forces out
No socks, with the powder in ’em
Got my jewels on and my tank-top, big blunts with the loud up in ’em
Skinny bells with the locks on it
Soft top with the top on it
Master piece with the rocks on it
Big broom with a mop on it
Extendo clip, put a Glock on it (graow)
Hotbox, got the cops on me
Good dope, put a sock on it (dope)
Try the gang, get popped on it.

I can not f*ck up the reup, coco, ski up
Yeah, I got high paid shooters (high paid)
I’m tellin’ them niggas to D up (D up)
Drop off, hardball
Grandpa got a sawed-off (grandpa)
Can’t no work be stepped on (nah)
None of my niggas gon’ fall off
Jumpin’ out the trees with the ski’s (with them ski’s yeah)
Pull up on the plug with the fees (with them fees yeah)
Make her pop a perky on her knees (on her knees yeah)
I hook-shot that pot like Kareem (hook-shottt).
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Fuego – Lazza testo

Testo Lazza – Fuego

Fuego, fuegooo.

Goddamn come sono fresco
Mamma dice torna a saca presto
Un mio frate’ fa che sembro onesto
Questi rapper sembra che hanno il mestruo
Quando passo per il viale c’ho sta nuova sneaker
Guarda come brilla
I miei frate fanno: “Ooh Weeee”
Tipo Ghostface Killah
Non fare il Prof che sei Mignolo
Minion proprio piccolo
Ti instagrammo esattamente il zzoca
Che mi gaFre del tuo nuovo singolo
Oddio che paura quando sei in palestra
E fai i selfie coi pesi
Ho il flow di Cristo più Maria e Giuseppe
I dodici apostoli compresi
Se una troia pressa poco, qui di troie pressa a poco
Dimmi “Grazie”
Ho preso la tua stupida puttana e l’ho rimessa a nuovo
Dammi i soldi me li merito
Sai che faccio e che non predico
Con ‘ste Nike che c’hai ai piedi
Ti do calci in culo mica ci telefono
Non faccio rime ma schiaffi
Fai foschi, non so cosa farci
Bevo tre Redbull per fare una strofa
Le ali le mettono gli altri (Hey)
Faccio la mia propaganda
Mi sento Juelz Santana
Finché ho un armadio che appena lo apro
Apre un altro mondo come a Narnia.

Fuegooo, fue-e-e-go
Sono fuori a fare fuego (Ok)
Sto nel club a fare fuego
Mica scherzo sono serio
Fuegooo, fue-e-e-go
Vado zzopa per ‘sti euro
Fallo tu il lavoro in nero
Io mi sto facendo fuego
Fuegooo, fuegooo. (x2)

Fuegooo, fuegooo. (x2)
Lazza testi
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Juelz Santana – Drake Voic

[Intro]
I got jewels just like Santana
I got jewels just like Santana
I got jewels just like Santana
I got jewels just like Santana
I got jewels just like Santana

[Hook]
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom

[Verse]
I feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hanging out the Phantom
Oh wait, who the fuck I think I’m fooling
I just feel like my damn self
Caught you lil [?]
Told ’em sample Drake Voice, make that my anthem
I’m Hype Williams with a handheld
Bobby Brown with a handscale
Y’all niggas on a treadmill
Just runnin’ at a stand still
I’m that motherfucking nigga homie, that’s just something that I can’t help
All these sucker MC’s, that’s just something that I can’t feel
Was I with your bitch last night, that’s just something that I can’t tell
Gotta fuck with niggas doing better
Can’t fuck with niggas doing lesser
All these fake niggas doing extra
Til you put them underneath some pressure
It’s like niggas in a rat race, they tryna see who can tell the fastest
Tell ’em niggas go that way, that or they momma picking out caskets
I done gave so much help out
Niggas don’t appreciate shit
So it’s time to help myself out
These niggas always gon’ forget
It’s 2017 nigga everbody giddy up, all bets took
Triple double on these niggas every night got me feeling like Westbrook
Got the basics on ’em like a textbook
Getting to the money, smoking best kush
I ain’t worried ’bout none of you niggas
I’m just worried ’bout how my checks look
My new bitch she the baddest so I ain’t worried ’bout how my ex look
But I’ve seen a picture of that bitch
And she got that my life’s a mess look
All these fucking Twitter threats, you gon’ kill this you gon’ injure that
Like the police ain’t got the internet
Man, real niggas ain’t into that
When it’s real nigga we getting into that
No chitter chat, we come through
Hate shit you still talking, we spinning back getting rid of that
Niggas better chill, life cheap on the block
Where we from we see a lot
Niggas get popped tryna be who they not
Niggas don’t know how to dress
No stylist I be all kinda fresh
I’m a big fiend for Amaury jeans cause they fit good and the pockets stretch
Big wad and the small tool on me, yeah nigga that’s my pocket wrench
Leap frog, I hopped the fence
Like you ain’t got no fucking common sense
And I’ma start busting on your ass like I ain’t got no fucking kinda sense
Aw man, they ain’t ready for me
Aw man, they ain’t ready for me
Probably got your bitch somewhere butt naked ’bout to get ready for me
Had to cut a lot of niggas off but I realize they was never for me
You tryna get that right now paper, I’m tryna get that forever money
Just a nigga with a attitude, tryna get that Jerry Heller money
I’m ruthless in the booth bitch
Ice on, lights on, I’m too lit
Car, cool whip and the roof lift
Forgiatos offset it
Bowlegged how the coupe sit
Here that boy go stunting again, yeah I’m back on my bullshit

[Hook]
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom

Juelz Santana – Drake Voice Lyrics

[Intro]
I got jewels just like Santana
I got jewels just like Santana
I got jewels just like Santana
I got jewels just like Santana
I got jewels just like Santana

[Hook]
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom

[Verse]
I feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hanging out the Phantom
Oh wait, who the fuck I think I’m fooling
I just feel like my damn self
Caught you lil [?] Drake Voice, make that my anthem
I’m Hype Williams with a handheld
Bobby Brown with a handscale
Y’all niggas on a treadmill
Just runnin’ at a stand still
I’m that motherfucking nigga homie, that’s just something that I can’t help
All these sucker MC’s, that’s just something that I can’t feel
Was I with your bitch last night, that’s just something that I can’t tell
Gotta fuck with niggas doing better
Can’t fuck with niggas doing lesser
All these fake niggas doing extra
Til you put them underneath some pressure
It’s like niggas in a rat race, they tryna see who can tell the fastest
Tell ’em niggas go that way, that or they momma picking out caskets
I done gave so much help out
Niggas don’t appreciate shit
So it’s time to help myself out
These niggas always gon’ forget
It’s 2017 nigga everbody giddy up, all bets took
Triple double on these niggas every night got me feeling like Westbrook
Got the basics on ’em like a textbook
Getting to the money, smoking best kush
I ain’t worried ’bout none of you niggas
I’m just worried ’bout how my checks look
My new bitch she the baddest so I ain’t worried ’bout how my ex look
But I’ve seen a picture of that bitch and she got that [?]
All these fucking Twitter threats, you gon’ kill this you gon’ injure that
Like the police ain’t got the internet
Man, real niggas ain’t into that
When it’s real nigga we getting into that
No chitter chat, we come through
Hate shit you still talking, we spinning back getting rid of that
Niggas better chill, life cheap on the block
Where we from we see a lot
Niggas get popped tryna be who they not
Niggas don’t know how to dress
No stylist I be all kinda fresh
I’m a big fiend for Aumary jeans cause they fit good and the pockets stretch
Big wad and the small tool on me, yeah nigga that’s my pocket wrench
Leap frog, I hopped the fence
Like you ain’t got no fucking common sense
And I’ma start busting on your ass like I ain’t got no fucking kinda sense
Aw man, they ain’t ready for me
Aw man, they ain’t ready for me
Probably got your bitch somewhere butt naked ’bout to get ready for me
Had to cut a lot of niggas off but I realize they was never for me
You tryna get that right now paper, I’m tryna get that forever money
Just a nigga with a attitude, tryna get that Jerry Heller money
I’m ruthless in the booth bitch
Ice on, lights on, I’m too lit
Car, cool whip and the roof lift
Forgiatos offset it
Bowlegged how the coupe sit
Here that boy go stunting again, yeah I’m back on my bullshit

[Hook]
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom
Feel like Juelz Santana
Leg hangin’ out the Phantom

Juelz Santana – Santana Bandana

Dipset
Juelz Santana, man
I mean I’m drownin’ you niggas out there
I swear
Ay! You niggas know me!
I mean, the pictures gettin’ clearer and clearer, baby
Oh yeah, holla atcha boy
You niggas know me!
Album coming soon What the Game’s Been Missing
I mean, I’m just gettin’ comfortable, baby
You know what it is
Ay!

I’m the most incredible, yes, to ever do this here
You’ll never do this here, I’ll forever do this, yeah
Santana, man you bandana
Damn you wrapped around a cannon handle
So sicker, so swiffer I just won’t give up
Till my clock stop tick-a-tick-a-tickin’ nigga
Rap is my duty I’m back to my duty
So supplying the streets with crack is my duty
I will not fail, I will be chopped, scaled
Sold, used, Glock, bail
I will be everything that these rappers are not
Hard, hot, real, stop, chill
Don’t confuse it, stupid
Look around, Dipset, we the only movement movin’
Watch you creeps play out before the beat play out
Here’s a brief layout
My aim is to blow, I can’t be contained or controlled
It’s comin’ through my veins like it’s dope
I live to have it
I’m itchin’, twitchin’, I need it, I can’t kick the habit
And just because I’m focused on rap
Don’t be focused on that, I’m always loaded and strapped
So you bustas ain’t fuckin’ safe
I’m still man handlin’ that fuckin’ 8

Ay!
Hahah, aww man
I see it’s gettin’ real dark for you niggas out there, man
The clouds is really startin’ to come over you niggas, man
I swear to God, Juelz Santana, More Crack
Look forward to the future
Ay! You niggas know me!