Cam'ron — Dip-Set Forever

[Intro] Let's do it! Santana, Jim Jones, Killa, Freekey How long we gon' have this shit on lock, man? Yes sir, you gave me the right track Kanye [Verse 1] Listen, I been coppin' them P's and Maybe that's part of the reason I feel like a boxer: bobbin' and weavin' But I'm gettin' head, she's bobbin' her weave and (yes sir) I'm grabbin' her neck to stop her from breathin' I'ma wild out until I part with my breathin' Until I'm sparked up and leakin', part of the cement I need somethin' pure, like from the Garden of Eden (why?) Wouldn't mind makin' her part of my achievements (what happened) 'Cause when music discourage my pride (who was there?) Zeek, the only one with courage to ride The ride's so dirty inside, seems 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, defaced, blue steel, true skills I got stories that my soul can sing Flip water like Poland Spring and I'ma hold them things [Break] Forever That's right y'all Diplomats y'all, we here Forever, yea-yeah That's forever, man [Verse 2] Look, talk to 'em Look, my fella said you been coppin' a lot Latest caper? Propellers on top of the drop But fuck it, who ever thought I would rock at the Roc? (Killa!) Top a 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 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 being 'bout It If you're not, you're ass backwards My mathematics cause cash matters (that's important) Little niggas need to sit up and breathe If the town too hot, get up and leave Niggas always got a trick up their sleeve (always) Nigga like me - I always got a brick up my sleeve And that's for-e-ver, Killa! [Break] Forever Jim Jones, Freekey, Santana, we here, we here Forever, yea-yeah I got it Guru (let's wrap it up man) [Verse 3] Shit, I was two blocks from coppin' dust I used to hop the bus Now look dog, ain't nobody hot as us Girls, they gotta rush, shit, they gotta blush Wanna go in the mall just to shop with us To how they piss and, bitch, how they ran a mile Fuck Killa Cam, they in love with Cameron Giles Damn, I gotta smile, hundred grand, I demand it Goddamn it, the boy the boy done done it, child And that's forever, man [Outro] You hear it, uh huh We here, I love y'all man It's nothing boy Dash, Hoffa, Young Guru What's really good? Holla at your boy I might have this shit on lock man Kanye, Harlem, Chicago, Columbus - holla Chicago, you have your own Kanye West on the track Harlem, you know who the fuck I am - Killa! We just want you's to know Diplomats is here We ain't going nowhere Holla at the boy-boy, let's ride out man