Dip-Set Forever

ForeverForever, yeah yeah
Listen, I been coppin them pieces
Maybe thats part of the reason
I feel like a boxer, bobbin and weavin
But Im gettin head, shes bobbin and weavin
Im grabbin her neck to stop her from breathin
Ima wild out till
I part with my breathin
Till Im sparked out and leakin part of the cement
I need something pure, like from the
Garden of
EdenWouldnt mind making her part of my achievements
Cause when music discourage my pride
Zeke, the only one with courage to ride
The rides so dirty inside seems like we were playin in mud
Hazin it up, grams gave us the snub, who ill?
A check for two mill
And a cheap case, defaced, blue still, true stills
I got stories that my soul can sing
Flip water like
Poland Spring and
Ima hold them things
ForeverForever, yeah yeah
Look, my fella said you been coppin a lot
Latest caper, propellers on top of the drop
But fuck it, who ever thought
I would rock at the
Roc?Top a top on top of the top but yo, nothing definite
I chop up the rocks and
I stop up the drop,
Blocka Blocka the block
Hello mate, yellow tape, helicopter your spot
What you wanted is not what you got
And I pop up them cops cause dogg, it aint about
CamI got a son homeboy, its about
CamIts about being bout
ItIf youre not, youre ass backwards
My mathematics cause cash matters
Little niggaz need to sit up and read
If the towns too hot, get up and leave
Niggaz always got a trick up their sleeve
Nigga like me,
I always got
A brick up my sleeve and thats forever
ForeverForever, yeah yeah
Shit, I was two blocks from coppin dust,
I used to hop the bus
Now look dogg, aint nobody hot as us
Girls, they gotta rush, shit, they gotta blush
Wanna go in the mall just to shop with us
To how they piss and bitch, how they ran a mile
Fuck Killa
Cam, they in love with
Cameron Giles
Damn, I gotta smile, hundred grand,
I demand it
Got dammit the boy done, done it child and thats forever man
ForeverForever , yeah yeah
ForeverForever, yeah yeah
ForeverForever, yeah yeah
Columbus,
HollaChicago, you have your own
Kanye West on the track
Harlem, you know who the fuck
I am, Killa
We just want you to know
Diplomats is here
We aint going nowhere
Holla at the boy, boy, lets ride out, man