Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ground Zero, artist - The Diplomats. Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Song language: English
Ground Zero |
| Yeah |
| Y’all know what this is we back at it (uh huh) |
| Come on It’s that nine eleven music right here man |
| We in the building man |
| Welcome to ground zero everybody |
| Juelz Santana |
| Dipset |
| Hell Rell |
| Yo, yo I speak pain, I spit power, talk courage, breathe flowers |
| Follow me thru the debri of these towers, the rain, the sleet, the street |
| showers |
| Don’t get caught up when the street showers |
| When the guns rain, the clips pour, the soldiers grip fours, then begin war |
| Come on, it’s Santana the Great |
| Tie 'em up, bandana his face, hammer his face, fucker |
| I’m trying to get my act together, in the booth now trying to get my rap |
| together |
| You know, I got to fire to heat the street up Abuse the track, and beat the beat up you know? |
| You already know what I’m about homie |
| I’m young I’m focused I’m just coming out homie |
| You can go by what you hear through word of mouth homie |
| Or step out of line, Cam betting the house on me You know I ain’t stopping yet |
| You know my album ain’t done, it ain’t dropping yet |
| I’m in the mist of a bidding war |
| And we need two milli more just to move in the door, shit |
| Yes the boys are back at it Come holler at us, the boys are back at it So line em up, shoot em down |
| Do it know |
| Welcome to ground zero |
| Tell 'em it’s ground zero |
| Line em up, shoot em down |
| Do it know |
| Welcome to ground zero |
| Tell 'em it’s ground zero |
| Yes the boys are back at it Come holler at us, the boys are back at it Killa, yo, these girls told you I’m the man right? |
| (right?) |
| Well listen to lover |
| When I beef, visions are gutter |
| Kids clapping, kidnappings, heard her missing a brother |
| I’m hitting your sister, you kissing your mother |
| The shit is disguster |
| Underground with people, lethal, trapped in the desert, surrounded by evil |
| Yeah, I see your bitch is impressed, my kicks is all fresh |
| This shit on my chest, by Mitchell and S. |
| I got her opened, hoping she’s not, I’d have her crack in her tits, |
| coke in her twat |
| Have her crack up the strip, coke up the block |
| She’d get cracked up and hit, keep soaping your cycle mami |
| My girls lay up in suites, a half of cake of week, and masturbate like Tweet |
| Killa, I be popping the oozies, copping them Coogis, eyes on the drop real |
| droopy |
| Mair is snoopy, look at your hooptie, rocking the rubies |
| Hop in the hoochie, popping her coochie |
| Chill while I’m chasing millions |
| I’m a baller that would merk you like Jason Williams (uh Huh) |
| Don’t play with villas', vacate the building |
| Or the eights will come and rape your children |
| Yeah, it’s a kilo to a milligram |
| I’m still the man, word to Killa Cam (Killa Cam) |
| Yes the boys are back at it Come holler at us, the boys are back at it So line em up, shoot em down |
| Do it know |
| Welcome to ground zero |
| Tell 'em it’s ground zero |
| Line em up, shoot em down |
| Do it know |
| Welcome to ground zero |
| Tell 'em it’s ground zero |
| Yes the boys are back at it Come holler at us, the boys are back at it Two of my cards and crooks slashed at two of my pawns and rooks |
| For all the charms they took |
| To my head of security, british the titan, clicking the fifth, and gripping it tight |
| God dammit, not to mention my bishop and knights, I listen to Bridgette to White |
| Makin’crucial trips through the night (highways) |
| And Prince Juelz, I told you ever since Juelz |
| If them faggets even flinch Juelz (bluuuuatttt) |
| My dogs are gonna it 'em alive |
| Forty-fours, the pleading, deleting they lives (come on) |
| And Killa wallys leading the movement, for realla we wouldn’t be in this |
| movement |
| Over him I might kill ya (kill ya) |
| Be in a tomb, just facing my time |
| Loyal on side, outside spoiler on rides, system bumping, bumping «oh boy» in the ride |
| Oh boy I done slide, shit, he done came got his boy, he’s ashamed at his boy |
| Had to flame at a boy, over the name we employed |
| Which is none other than Dip Set, for ya’ll dumb motherfuckers (holla) |
| Killa the Don, Freaky, Juelz Santana, BK, Harlem (whoo) |
| Hell Rell, the whole Taliban, Dip Set, T. Money, Luca |