| You see man
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| Let’s get off of that lame man
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| Let’s get into what we like to do man
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| This what we do preferably man
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| We bring that powerful music to your table man
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| Killa, let 'em know something
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| Young Guru, Just Blaze, Killa, Diplomats, huh
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| Juelz Santana, Jim Jones, Freaky Zekey
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| Hoffa, Dash, huh, Killa, huh
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| Ya’ll niggas dreamed it, I have seen it
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| Body warm, heart anemic (I really mean it)
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| Coke, a nigga steamed it, fiends I leaned 'em
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| Beemer leaned it (I really mean it)
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| Guns, really beaming, rarely miss, what’s really good?
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| Bikes, wheelie and creamin' (I really mean it)
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| I’m a genius, poppadopalis, never leaning
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| On your Zenith (I really mean it)
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| Killa, bury more mutts, they actually all ducks
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| Caddy more trucks, its daddy Warbucks
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| And you Orphan Annie
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| Ma, take off your panties
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| Sea soft and sandy (I really mean it)
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| Yeah, let’s get lost in candy
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| I got lost in Boston, Austin, flossin' of course Miami
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| Reno, Nevada sip pino colada
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| Mama I’m seen on the Prada (I really mean it)
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| I rock more in Phoenix road to glory
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| Seen it, you seen it (I really mean it)
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| The game abuse it, its pain in music
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| But this year, wrist wear remains the bluest
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| I get lame and lose it, beef came to do it
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| Aim and shoot it, flames 'til your brains the fluid
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| Ya’ll just kids, see what I just did, take a couple bars off
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| Let Just live
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| Yeah, now that’s powerful music man
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| You need to pop something and roll something (I really mean it)
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| Killa we did it man, I got your back forever, Dip Set (I really mean it)
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| And them lames, we pop them sideways and drag them faggots (I really mean it)
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| Ok, we back in
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| Mami listen (I really mean it)
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| Hey yo lock my garage, rock my massage
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| Fuck it, bucket by Osh Kosh Bgosh
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| Golly I’m gully, look at his galoshes
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| Gucci, gold, platinum plaque collages
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| From collabos, ghost writing for assholes
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| Want to use my brain, than give Killa mad dough
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| It’s all good, increase Killa cash flow
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| Increase my fame, that’s why Killa smash hoes
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| You’ll get side swiped, look at my life
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| First movie ever, merked out Mekhi Phife
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| And papi got jerked out of pies twice
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| Dip Set, we working with five dice
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| Cee-lo and craps, c-notes and stacks
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| I send bodies with, read this note attached
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| Ya youngin' fucked with boys in the hood
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| Gave her a son like Ricky, from 'Boyz in the Hood'
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| On the couch bloody, old lady sighing
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| Wifey screaming (I really mean it)
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| Pissy little baby crying
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| Fuck upped man shit, there you seen it (I really mean it)
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| Fam man, you terry cloth, that mean you very soft
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| Gravy Mercedes, add the cranberry sauce
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| Yeah, gangstas ride man, Flex we got you, guns up (I really mean it)
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| And all my ladies man, the ghettos a diddy, I need you, I want you (I really
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| mean it)
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| Oh, pop something, roll something, get twisted, that’s on Jim nigga (I really
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| mean it)
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| Harlem! |
| Man we here to stay, it’s nothing left to say man (I really mean it)
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| Eastside, and as for that lame man, now see I ain’t even gone say your last name
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| Cuz that’s mine, I catch you, you know what it is
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| You faggot!
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| I ain’t gone get to hyped over you man, we gone bury you
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| Holla!
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| See if you bout it, bout it
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| Cuz we is (I really mean it)
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| NYC! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Really Mean It , by - The Diplomats. Song from the album Cam'Ron Presents The Diplomats - Diplomatic Immunity, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп