before The broken heart is soil for the seed But still I ask the question 'bout a thousand times or more The answer's in the blackness of the need I
your ass getting dropped, black 'Cause niggas lay you on your back fast So you'd better grab a gat and pop a cap in they black ass And let loose the
[Verse 1 - Cam'ron] Killa Yo, girl: get a notepad (for what?) You ain't got no swag! And you so fine, it's so sad Still riding coach, need a Coach bag
Saint Lawerance Patented leather, black and decker Did your girl played your ark Like the 45 I pop and dump her Hung up she called me back tried to block
[Cam'Ron] Dipseeeet!, Killa, In the buildin, Wanna welcome y'all back Diplomatic Immunity Vol. 2 You know alot of shit been goin' on Lot'a niggaz in Harlem
[Cam'ron] (Spoken) Yo J.R?, they've been waitin' for you dog. they've been asking. you ready? Dipset, Lets go! Writer [JR Writer] (CHORUS) To all
want And she say that's right, ok, and yeah like she Lil' John Sleepin over in the dorm with your chick is a norm' In the jacuzzi with my Black Berry on like I'm Ron
[Cam'ron] (Spoken) Yo J.R?, they've been waitin' for you dog. they've been asking. you ready? Dipset, Lets go! Writer [JR Writer] (CHORUS) To
[Cam'ron] Yo J.R. They been waiting for you dawg They been asking You ready? You up motherfucker Dipset, let's go Writer! [HOOK:JR Writer] To all my
[talkin'] Nigga, 2000, Y2K Me and Ron C all in yo muthafuckin' shit nigga fo sho, ha, man it's goin' down y'all boyz need to fo sho get that cotton candy
need to hang it up no Biggie, I'll take his Shyne like ya nickname was Puff Ay, controversy sells..and I know I was wrong But you bia bia's need to listen
in the club starched down but stay flowed From that North to the South Pole Ron C chop it up, make it slow -Check, Look The block gets..bled red like
like we begun wid it Bricks explode, licked you out the show That nigga bump did it I block, like murdock, army fatigued and, Bout to store blocks an'
let ya soul burn in hell on the anniversery to 'ether' you g-unit crip, used to be a piru your name marvel, all you need now is a spiderman suit black
world sit down and watch me The takeover The new Jay Hova Like I dove In the pot And got Mixed with bakin' soda The black cobra The black Costra Nostalgia
and they still will Posse's roar in a drug war 'Cause some believe in death before poor Shooting galleries for a rich man's salary Pockets so fat they need
