| I was-I was in Atlanta with 40
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| And I was like, man
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| Just make me some Dipset, Heatmakerz shit
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| Heatmakerz
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| Crack music
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| Uh huh
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| We strike again
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| Harlem, what’s up?
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| I put it on for my hood when they wanted to off me (Facts)
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| Lawyers on retainers, man, them fuckers was costly (Fetti)
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| Put it in that bag, what the fuck could it cost me? |
| (Fuck that)
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| In the hood with all my jewels, who the fuck could extort me? |
| (Skrt-skrt)
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| Never said nothin' when they cuffed and they caught me (Shh)
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| Copped two when papi had a couple to toss me (¡¿Qué lo que?!)
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| The pump’ll make 'em Jump, when the fuckers Kris Kross me (Ya hear that?)
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| A savage wit' them hoes, once I’m fuckin' her, all key (Missin' that)
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| The engine in the Porsche like they stuffed it with horsies (Skrt)
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| Durant scuffed my kicks outta bounds on the floor seat (Oh shit)
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| Shit, outta bounds in the floor seat
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| And, yeah, I went to school, what the fuck did it taught me? |
| (Loco)
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| Man, I’m watchin' all you grown men dancin' to the Kiki (Word)
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| Shit, up in Harlem we was dancin' on them ki, kis (Facts)
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| Sixty eight and I owe you one, you gon' pay me that fee, fee (Uh huh)
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| If this is the NBA, then you’d play in a D League (Fucka)
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| It was none of they business, I had inches but they take yards (Take yards)
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| I got niggas in the jails to the graveyard (Graveyard)
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| If the judge give the bail, we gon' straight ball (Straight ball)
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| If papi my amigo, we gon' take off (We gon' take off)
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| Got to stay chill, stay down and stay loyal (Loyal)
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| 'Cause in this game, these niggas don’t have no morals (No morals)
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| Niggas stay down, stay trill and stay loyal (Stay loyal)
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| 'Cause in this game these niggas don’t have no morals
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| Niggas stay trill
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| What’chu know about bustin' moves in the freezin' cold?
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| Turnin' down sales just to keep it whole
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| Why break it down when my connect want me to flip the load?
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| That’s like settlin' for silver when you gettin' gold (Don't)
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| Small money on the breakdown, believe it though
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| I’m more concerned with the risk, I’m tryna keep it low (Low)
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| Peter pay Paul, if not, they gettin' pita rolled (Yeah)
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| Young Rondo with the give and go (Go)
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| I was always thinkin' upper echelon (Uh)
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| They was thinkin' Nino Brown, I’m thinkin' Pablo Escobar (Yeah)
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| No disputin' what the truth is (Nah)
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| They was more Nicky Barnes, I was more Frank Lucas (Ha)
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| They was thinkin' like Bishop, I was thinkin' like Q on the roof
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| Never cared about the Juice (Never)
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| Only cared about the points and the score
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| So every time I shoot, it’s like swoosh (Swoosh, swoosh)
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| It was none of they business, I had inches but they take yards (Take yards)
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| I got niggas in the jails to the graveyard (Graveyard)
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| If the judge give the bail, we gon' straight ball (Straight ball)
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| If papi my amigo, we gon' take off (We gon' take off)
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| Got to stay chill, stay down and stay loyal (Loyal)
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| 'Cause in this game, these niggas don’t have no morals (No morals)
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| (Dipset, nigga)
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| Niggas stay down, stay trill and stay loyal (Stay loyal)
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| (Dipset, nigga)
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| 'Cause in this game these niggas don’t have no morals
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| Niggas stay trill
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| Dame Dash my man, he shootin' then I’m buckin' with him (Pop, pop, pow!)
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| They shootin' at us? |
| Shit, I’m duckin' with him (Yo, look out!)
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| But I had to be firm and tell him
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| That Kanye only fuck wit’chu when no one else is fuckin' with him (That's a
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| fid-act, fid-act)
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| He told me he was bipolar (What, nigga?)
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| I looked and said, «Bipolar?» |
| (Come on, now)
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| Don’t be ridiculous, he wasn’t in the mix with us (Nope)
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| Bricks from Hamilton Terrace
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| He didn’t take the risk with us (Not at all)
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| Ain’t boil a coffee pot, ain’t open the barber shop
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| Where we sold hydro at, where we pissed off the cops (G-O-D)
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| The ones in the Taurus, nigga, he a tourist (Yup)
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| Uncle Tom nigga know nothin' 'bout this chorus (Dipset, nigga)
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| It was none of they business, I had inches but they take yards (Take yards)
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| I got niggas in the jails to the graveyard (Graveyard)
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| If the judge give the bail, we gon' straight ball (Straight ball)
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| If papi my amigo, we gon' take off (We gon' take off)
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| Got to stay chill, stay down and stay loyal (Loyal)
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| 'Cause in this game, these niggas don’t have no morals (No morals)
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| Niggas stay down, stay trill and stay loyal (Stay loyal)
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| 'Cause in this game these niggas don’t have no morals
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| Niggas stay trill |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Intro: Stay Down , by - The Diplomats. Song from the album Diplomatic Ties, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп