Biografia:
The Diplomats, também conhecido como Dipset é um grupo de rap e hip hop com origens em Harlem, Nova Iorque. Ele foi criado por Jim Jones e Cam'ron em 2000. Posteriormente, Juelz Santana e outros rappers ingressaram no grupo.
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Outras músicas:
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[Intro: Jim Jones]
Heatmakers
Crack music
Dipset
It's more than just music
You know the rest
Jones, nigga
[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
E
Try to blackball me, so i ask 'em where the hoop at (ballin')
E
In the SOHO in LA asking the valet where the coupe at
(what up with that?)
F#m
80 for the jet that meet with Jay and then I flew back (facts)
A
The Ace of Spade. they put up on my tab a extra two stacks
E
Signing my deal, they asked if I would sign for a mil (for what?)
E
I ask them why would I do that when I already signed for a mil (you hear me?)
E
I'm a contract killer, bitch, had to sign up to kill (B-b-boom!)
F#m
Put you on the boom list, the homies'll line you for real (FACTS!)
E
But I'm trynna just chill, cause my mind is too ill (Oh)
E A
Don't provoke 'em too much cause we commit crimes for the thrill (Grrr)
F#m
I'm a fucking bandit
You under-fucking-stand it? (you hear me)
I run with G's nigga, fuck who the fuck you ran with
C#m
Fuck em
E
New York City. home of the pretty women (Harlem what's up?)
E
Where you gotta get the dough before you get the women (get your money up)
B
Middle of the winter I'm buying shit to swim in (facts nigga)
D#m D#dim
Nigga, you just buying them cars that my niggas been in
[Chorus: Jim Jones]
E A
So there was once upon a time when them niggas tried to kill us
A
Started getting money, so them bitches start to feel us (hey baby)
F#m
DA told the judge they a bunch of drug dealers (fuck 'em)
F#m
Throwing up gang signs like they on them four wheelers
E
So there was once upon a time when them niggas tried to kill us
A
Started getting money, so them bitches start to feel us (hey baby)
F#m
DA told the judge they a bunch of drug dealers (fuck 'em)
F#m C#m
Throwing up gang signs like they on them four wheelers
[Verse 2: Cam'ron]
E
I got acres in the boonies, I remember it was gloomy
E
And I only had five on it, something like the Luniz
A
Now the Maybach is roomy, spent a 100K in Bloomies
F#m E
But I got my own clothes, 3 million I made in Zumiez, baby
E
Legend, I maneuver cars
Who wants smoke, I have it looking like a hookah bar
A F#m
Superstar, car ceiling looking like Mars, Venus, Jupiter
Pull strings like Garth Brooks on a new guitar
E
We the shit, we the shit, some foul manure
E
Long live the Set, glory glory hallelujah
A
Welcome back to the hallway loiterers
F#m
I made mills off the white girl, I exploited her
E
No disrespecting the ladies, word from my team (why)
E
That's the reason Dame smacked Harvey Weinstein (pervert)
A
On the set of Paid In Full, y'all gave him hell about it
F#m
Some foul shit happened once, Capo, tell 'em about it
[Chorus: Jim Jones]
E A
So there was once upon a time when them niggas tried to kill us
A
Started getting money, so them bitches start to feel us (hey baby)
F#m
DA told the judge they a bunch of drug dealers (fuck 'em)
F#m
Throwing up gang signs like they on them four wheelers
E
So there was once upon a time when them niggas tried to kill us
A
Started getting money, so them bitches start to feel us (hey baby)
F#m
DA told the judge they a bunch of drug dealers (fuck 'em)
F#m C#m
Throwing up gang signs like they on them four wheelers
E
Eastside
[Outro](Till fade)
E E
E A F#m
Heatmakers
Crack music
Dipset
It's more than just music
You know the rest
Jones, nigga
[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
E
Try to blackball me, so i ask 'em where the hoop at (ballin')
E
In the SOHO in LA asking the valet where the coupe at
(what up with that?)
F#m
80 for the jet that meet with Jay and then I flew back (facts)
A
The Ace of Spade. they put up on my tab a extra two stacks
E
Signing my deal, they asked if I would sign for a mil (for what?)
E
I ask them why would I do that when I already signed for a mil (you hear me?)
E
I'm a contract killer, bitch, had to sign up to kill (B-b-boom!)
F#m
Put you on the boom list, the homies'll line you for real (FACTS!)
E
But I'm trynna just chill, cause my mind is too ill (Oh)
E A
Don't provoke 'em too much cause we commit crimes for the thrill (Grrr)
F#m
I'm a fucking bandit
You under-fucking-stand it? (you hear me)
I run with G's nigga, fuck who the fuck you ran with
C#m
Fuck em
E
New York City. home of the pretty women (Harlem what's up?)
E
Where you gotta get the dough before you get the women (get your money up)
B
Middle of the winter I'm buying shit to swim in (facts nigga)
D#m D#dim
Nigga, you just buying them cars that my niggas been in
[Chorus: Jim Jones]
E A
So there was once upon a time when them niggas tried to kill us
A
Started getting money, so them bitches start to feel us (hey baby)
F#m
DA told the judge they a bunch of drug dealers (fuck 'em)
F#m
Throwing up gang signs like they on them four wheelers
E
So there was once upon a time when them niggas tried to kill us
A
Started getting money, so them bitches start to feel us (hey baby)
F#m
DA told the judge they a bunch of drug dealers (fuck 'em)
F#m C#m
Throwing up gang signs like they on them four wheelers
[Verse 2: Cam'ron]
E
I got acres in the boonies, I remember it was gloomy
E
And I only had five on it, something like the Luniz
A
Now the Maybach is roomy, spent a 100K in Bloomies
F#m E
But I got my own clothes, 3 million I made in Zumiez, baby
E
Legend, I maneuver cars
Who wants smoke, I have it looking like a hookah bar
A F#m
Superstar, car ceiling looking like Mars, Venus, Jupiter
Pull strings like Garth Brooks on a new guitar
E
We the shit, we the shit, some foul manure
E
Long live the Set, glory glory hallelujah
A
Welcome back to the hallway loiterers
F#m
I made mills off the white girl, I exploited her
E
No disrespecting the ladies, word from my team (why)
E
That's the reason Dame smacked Harvey Weinstein (pervert)
A
On the set of Paid In Full, y'all gave him hell about it
F#m
Some foul shit happened once, Capo, tell 'em about it
[Chorus: Jim Jones]
E A
So there was once upon a time when them niggas tried to kill us
A
Started getting money, so them bitches start to feel us (hey baby)
F#m
DA told the judge they a bunch of drug dealers (fuck 'em)
F#m
Throwing up gang signs like they on them four wheelers
E
So there was once upon a time when them niggas tried to kill us
A
Started getting money, so them bitches start to feel us (hey baby)
F#m
DA told the judge they a bunch of drug dealers (fuck 'em)
F#m C#m
Throwing up gang signs like they on them four wheelers
E
Eastside
[Outro](Till fade)
E E
E A F#m
The Dirty Youth
The Disciplines
The Disco Biscui (...)
The Dismembermen (...)
The Dispatch