Diplomats the i love you lyrics

[Juelz Santana]

 People say my theories is backwards

 I tell them, sincerly, it's clearly, you hearing me backwrds

 I tell 'em I'm great, but still I need practice

 I tell them to wait, go and comeback quick, they don't understand me

 It's not logic, I'm not logic, I got problems

 I worship the late prophet, the great Muhammad Ali

 For the words that he spoke, that stung like a bee

 Soaked into me, you niggaz will see but

 I'm still insane, I'm Rodman, dealing my brain

 I'm grinding sharing my pain, fuck, where is the fame

 Niggaz, they still rhyming, still in the game

 They still dealing the cane, still cock shit in your brain, homie

 I still smell the rotten people that lay

 There in ground zero, forgotten, left in for days

 Probably left there to stay, left in decay

 Broken pieces of towers, left in their graves

 I pray they be saved, until then, that's just a suggestion I made

 Follow me homie, listen, I subjected my ways nigga

 Weapons that spray, at your fucking face nigga

 It's Santana the great, in the place niggaz, stay away nigga

 Cause I'm headed straight to the top, niggaz

 Diplomat Taliban slash ROC nigga

 Oh yeah, I do this for my block niggaz

 D train, Al Gator, pop niggaz

 Young drugs, young twins, Shiest bug

 Niggaz I love, my thugs

 Now, come fuck with your boy

 Jones, Killa, Freakay, come fuck with your boy, WHOA

 It's Santana again nigga, no bandanas just him nigga

 In the flesh, like

 

 [Cam'Ron]

 I seen it time, business and friendship

 Friendships ended, business attended, clips get extended

 Lawyers get called, accountants get faxed

 That was my man, well I wish that he meant it

 It's been a long time, hereing the mobsters

 This ain't overnight, it's years in the process

 Shed a tear in the process, now process is over

 All my niggaz get prepared for the Oscars

 Back to the block, sharing a lobster

 Morris Malone, Sam Malone, preparing the vodka, holla

 Hallejulah, no hum-du-allah, but respecting my Aki

 He held me down, when it was getting real rocky

 Hustling, isn't a hobby

 I sit in the lobby, look at my ovie, have visions of Gotti

 Visions of lotties, pictures of Blood, scenes of L

 I wanna see my son, piss in that potty

 Jimmy, I'm going to make sure your wrist is real rocky

 See my plans are for long term like Mr. Miyagi

 Wax on, wax off, put our wax on, take that wack off

 Over some nights, I had fights over the white

 The roads to the lows, I knows what it's like

 Now, career over like Mike: anyone

 Tyson, Jordan, Jackson, it's over

 

 This shit right here touched my soul, man

 My grandmother or something, 56 bless her soul

 Apartment 56 that is, 101, West 140th

 Rest In Peace Liddiah Giles, Blood Shed..