I Really Mean It-The Diplomats

　　　 Artist：diplomats Songs Title：i really mean it You see man Lets get off of that lame man Lets get into what we like to do man This what we do preferably man We bring that powerful music to your table man Killa, let em know something Young guru, just blaze, killa, diplomats, huh Juelz santana, jim jones, freaky zekey Hoffa, dash, huh, killa, huh Yall niggas dreamed it, I have seen it Body warm, heart anemic (I really mean it) Coke, a ni**a steamed it, fiends I leaned em Beemer leaned it (I really mean it) Guns, really beaming, rarely miss, whats really good? Bikes, wheelie and creamin (I really mean it) Im a genius, poppadopalis, never leaning On your zenith (I really mean it) Killa, bury more mutts, they actually all ducks Caddy more trucks, its daddy warbucks And you orphan annie Ma, take off your panties Sea soft and sandy (I really mean it) Yeah, lets get lost in candy I got lost in boston, austin, flossin of course miami Reno, nevada sip pino colada Mama Im seen on the prada (I really mean it) I rock more in phoenix road to glory Seen it, you seen it (I really mean it) The game abuse it, its pain in music But this year, wrist wear remains the bluest I get lame and lose it, beef came to do it Aim and shoot it, flames til your brains the fluid Yall just kids, see what I just did, take a couple bars off Let just {blaze} live Yeah, now thats powerful music man You need to pop something and roll something (I really mean it) Killa we did it man, I got your back forever, dip set (I really mean it) And them lames, we pop them sideways and drag them faggots (I really mean it) Ok, we back in Mami listen (I really mean it) Hey yo lock my garage, rock my massage F**k it, bucket by osh kosh bgosh Golly Im gully, look at his galoshes Gucci, gold, platinum plaque collages From collabos, ghost writing for assholes Want to use my brain, than give killa mad dough Its all good, increase killa cash flow Increase my fame, thats why killa smash hoes Youll get side swiped, look at my life First movie ever, merked out mekhi phife And papi got jerked out of pies twice Dip set, we working with five dice Cee-lo and craps, c-notes and stacks I send bodies with, read this note attached Ya youngin f**ked with boys in the hood Gave her a son like ricky, from boyz in the hood On the couch bloody, old lady sighing Wifey screaming (I really mean it) Pissy little baby crying F**k upped man sh*t, there you seen it (I really mean it) Fam man, you terry cloth, that mean you very soft Gravy mercedes, add the cranberry sauce Yeah, gangstas ride man, flex we got you, guns up (I really mean it) And all my ladies man, the ghettos a diddy, I need you, I want you (I really mean it) Oh, pop something, roll something, get twisted, thats on jim ni**a (I really mean it) Harlem! man we here to stay, its nothing left to say man (I really mean it) Eastside, and as for that lame man, now see I aint even gone say your last name Cuz thats mine, I catch you, you know what it is You faggot! I aint gone get to hyped over you man, we gone bury you Holla! See if you bout it, bout it Cuz we is (I really mean it) Nyc!