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(There's a new R&B in town) |
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(It's Diamond D) |
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[Diamond D] |
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Now, you might catch me at a party rhyming, talking shit on the mic |
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And sippin on some Bicardi Limon |
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That nigga Diamond, prone to shining cause I'm nice |
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I turn, men to mice walk around with the ice |
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On my necklace, in the 7, drivin reckless |
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Hon-ey you blew it if my CD ain't on your check list |
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See you should expect this so blow see it's the bro |
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Who gets the dough, on the low like Piss Capone |
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What you ain't know? Steady flow's my deposition |
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I bet you wishin you had it but you suffer from repetition |
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I bet you listen, I catch you slippin on some smoke |
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Crush your throat, plus your broke, your just a hoax |
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When it comes to this here, cause this year |
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I'm lettin competitors know, that whenever this predator goes |
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I leave foes on the verge, niggas see me on stage, lose the urge |
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My style merge together when words come together to spurge |
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My endeavors on meat, furs, and leathers I use verbs |
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Some better pronouns, you better go now |
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You don't wanna throw down seen how I knocked the other foe down |
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Yes-ter-day, seems niggas had less to say |
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Didn't wear your vest today, lets just say |
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Your reaction, resem-bles a threat |
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You get sweat (sweat) ****in with the best kep |
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[Sample w/scratches & echos] |
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(There's a new R&B in town) |
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(It's Diamond D) |
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[Chorus] |
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La, la, lah, Lah, la (town) |
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[Diamond D] |
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(Ladies, help me out now) |
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La, la lah, Lah, la |
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La, la lah, Lah, la |
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[Sample w/scratches & echos] |
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(There's a new R&B in town) |
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[Diamond D] |
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Hey, hey, to blows my declaration |
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Find a nest on mercury speculations |
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'97's the year no hesitations |
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Gold and platinum plaques for dec-o-ra-tions |
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In living color I squash the pooh puts |
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Get vexed, like I'm hittin some new butt |
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And fade MC's like a crew cut |
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You do what?, not to the greatest and when you play this |
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Some Mercedes not even after a 3 year hiatus |
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The kid is still nice with his, tight with his |
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With no advice to give son, so suffice to this |
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To say I'm on my way, see ya paid |
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And you could catch us on belay chillin in Bombay |
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My palm stay holdin, federal reserve notes |
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I bet a few've your nerves broke in a tussle |
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I'm tryin to eat lunch with Russell, flex my muscle |
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While your busy bitchy, my record label doesn't hustle |
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Enough for me, it's tough to be in the spot light |
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You froze under the hot light, and wonder why your pockets not right |
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I'm elevatin sip Moet and Bruce gone celebratin |
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Through the Bronx, acceleratin on private blocks |
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Nuthin about it stops like powdered rocks |
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Ve-ry addic-tive and I become vin-dic-tive |
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Pains inflic-ted off foes, how it goes |
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I put the blows, on your weak ass flows, huh! |
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[Sample w/scratches & echos] |
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(There's a new R&B in town) |
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(It's Diamond D) |
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[Chorus] |
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La, la, lah, Lah, la |
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[Diamond D w/echos] |
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(Ladies, ladies,ladies) |
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La, la lah, Lah, la (It's Diamond D) |
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La, la lah, Lah, la |
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[Sample w/echos] |
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(There's a new R&B in town) |
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(It's Diamond D) |
