Diplomats - More Than Music Lyrics
[juelz santana]Yo I try to be easyI try to be calm breathe easy, it dont seem easyIm on my ps and qs, ys and zs, .45 on the side of mePlus, four guys on the side of me, with .45 on the side of themWe can play now, this is a war not a playgroundWe came here to lay or get laid down, spray or get sprayed downWills for us anyday now, cops with their wall to wall raids downIm ducking and weaving, running and leavingNot trying to feel the cuffs when they squeezingOr the plugger they stuck to luminaSo Im stuck with this nina, Im stuck with this fingerItchy as *****, youre *****ed if I leave ya chumpWent to school, but aint stay in class, hated classOnly for period, yep, I could relate to mathPlayed games, but the games was badYou know, cops and robbers, laser tag, see what I was aiming atHop scotching on niggaz faces kept my ankles badThat aint stop me from working I got me a workerGotta him to work, and yeah, chopping the work upKeep him on my clock, clocking my work up, niggaz know meTaught him how to cook, livin his work upTold him its not the pot, its the worker, gotta mix shortyGotta do it like this shortyClockwise, counter-clockwise, its all in the wrist shorty***** with me[chorus]This is a movement, this is a unionThis is more then what you people call musicIm part of this dip set confusingTecs we moving, catch up, yall losingYall aint big enough to be at the table, nopeYall aint big enough to eat at the table, nopeThis is powdeful music that I bring to the tableThe sequal of able, ***** with your boy[juelz santana]You mother*****ers really dont knowYou mother*****ers really wont knowIm real *****a, I really wont foldI kill *****as and wheelie off roadsBangie rapper, like Im really off roadThe pain I feel, I really wont show manThe game is real, I really dont know camIf ima make it or notBut my plan was to take it straight to the topBring my fame to the block, with meHarlems my home, so Im making it hot with metil the day Im layed on the block, with shots in meStay weeded, stay cheifing a bluntStay losing some more pounds, I aint eating enough, nopeStop fronting homes, you wont do nothing homesKilla locked this, Im whats up and coming homesYou better believe, one thing I was always taught in my household you better achieveNo matter what you do, you better succeedThat was embedded in me, yeah, the rest was left up to meSo i, played my position, I stayed in the kitchenBase tripping on the bottom of the plate when Im mixingCake whipping on the bottom of the plate when I left itEight digits when I take it, break it and flip itThis is the matrix, I take it we live inShit, Im seeing the sun, Im neo the one, believe meHand picked like cotton, Ive been sent here not to be forgottenMy hands grip the dots in, I get ya poppinShoot shit, shit is poppinMove bricks get it rocking, yall know meYa young homie from the block, yall forgot me already?Holla back, the young rocky is ready whoa![chorus]This is a movement, this is a unionThis is more then what you people call musicIm part of this dip set confusingTecs we moving, catch up, yall losingYall aint big enough to be at the table, nopeYall aint big enough to eat at the table, nopeThis is powdeful music that I bring to the tableThe sequal of able, ***** with your boy
