Dipset Anthem

[Produced by The Heatmakerz] [Intro: Juelz Santana] C'mon, fuck with your boy It's Santana, Heatmakersz, where we at? Let me see you through this Killa, Jones, Freekey Yeah man, I'm back at it [Verse 1: Juelz Santana] Today's a new day, got the boo-lay up in the suitcase Go uptown to Harlem, tell 'em that I sent ya Tell 'em it's August, I'm gone til' November I need a couple birds, get a broad, have 'em sent up Call my bird, get my broad have her sent up (Please) Call my niggas, call my squad, have 'em sent up (Please) I see a town I'm likin' See some niggas getting money in a town: I like it I run up on them with the pound and light it Like, "it's my block now, alright, kid?" He understood me quite clear Then that thing banged out and rang out the side of his right ear And I got back to my business, back to my bitches Back to the kitchen, that pyrex vision Pop, I let that white stuff sit in Get hard, get rock, get to the block and pitchin' Yeah I'm sorry but this is how I'm living And this is how I'm getting, fuck how I get it Hey! [Hook: Juelz Santana] I stood alone watching the wall, in the zone, hand on my handles Listening to gangsta music I stood at home hand on a chrome, with a zone, flippin' the channels Watching how the gangstas do it I stood alone, getting dome, from a thick chick in sandles Watching Shaft, clocking math [Verse 2: Juelz Santana] Now I see death around the corner Gotta stay high, will I survive? In the city where the skinny niggas die Nope, it's the city where the skinny niggas ride .45 semi on the side, twisting when they drive, yeah Lick a shot for Big Pop and 'Pac, yeah One more for Shyne locked inside, yeah Two more for Cam, for taking over the Roc Yeah, yeah, it's my year So, okay, okay, okay, y'all can't fuck with me, no way Jose or Hector Camacho Tech blows and watch yo' chest close and tacos Motherfucker I'm the best, I told y'all before I showed y'all before, ey! [Hook] [Verse 3: Cam'Ron] I'm on the westside of Chicago, lookin' for a bust-down To make me put my two arms up, touchdown! You stay in touch now, but when I touch down I'm like buckshot shorty, you better duck down Yeah I must clown, I'm from Harlem, uptown Where we flash money, take your bitch and ask you, what now? Birds flip a dozen, chicks, dicks they suckin' Swallow my kids, go and kiss they cousin Yes, they kissing cousins, Toya's kissin' Muffin Worse then that, they go home and kiss they husband That shit's disgusting Keep the chickens clucking, keep the pigeons buggin' This on my wrist is nothing To me it's just yellow hearts and pink diamonds Where I get the money for this? Don't think rhymin' You fucking with Pablo, Bravo, Mario Villabona ho, Ta-to