The Diplomats - Dipset Anthem (ft. Juelz Santana & Cam'ron) (Audio, Video) - Music Video

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Throwback to The Diplomats' "Dipset Anthem" featuring Juelz Santana & Cam'ron.

Listen, stream, buy, watch the video, mp3 download, read the lyrics to the song produced by The Heatmakerz.

You remember where you were when you first heard the monumental "Dipset Anthem" back in 2003 when it first set the streets ablaze at the height of the Diplomats movement.

And now that Juelz Santana has officially come home, it feels appropriate to rewind back to one of his timeless classics.

It doesn't take long for nostalgia to set in, guided by the capable production of The Heatmakerz.

Over a beat evocative of a classic rap era, Juelz set things off with a hard-hitting verse establishing his dominance.

"See some n***s getting money in a town, I like it," he spits.

"I run up on them with the pound and light it, like 'it's my block now, alright, kid?'" The clear star of this particular show, Juelz handles double duty -- not to mention the chorus -- before Cam'Ron slides through to polish it off.

What Cam lacks in empathy and morality he makes up for in devilish charisma, as he fires off X-rated imagery with little regard for all the wronged husbands.

The Diplomats - Dipset Anthem (ft.

Juelz Santana & Cam'ron) (prod.

The Heatmakerz) Watch Video Lyrics.

[Intro: Juelz Santana] Yeah, Dipset, uh C'mon, fuck with your boy It's Santana, Heatmakerz, where we at? Let me see you through this Killa, Jones, Freekey Yeah man, I'm back at it, come on [Verse 1: Juelz Santana] Today's a new day, got the boo-lay up in the suitcase Go uptown to Harlem, tell 'em that I sent ya Tell 'em it's August, I'm gone til' November (yeah) I need a couple birds, get a broad, have 'em sent up (of course) Call my bird, get my broad have her sent up (please) Call my niggas, call my squad, have 'em sent up (please, yeah) I see a town I'm liking See some niggas getting money in a town: I like it (yeahhh) I run up on them with the pound and light it Like, "it's my block now, alright, kid?" (whoa) He understood me quite clear Then that thing banged out Rang out the side of his right ear (woo!) And I got back to my business, back to my bitches Back to the kitchen, that Pyrex vision Pot, I let that white stuff sit in Get hard, get rock, get to the block and pitching (what) Yeah I'm sorry but this is how I'm living And this is how I'm getting, fuck how I get it Hey! [Chorus: Juelz Santana] I stood alone watching the wall, in the zone, hand on my handles Listening to gangsta music, ay! I stood at home hand on a chrome, with a zone, flipping the channels Watching how the gangstas do it, ay! (say it with me) I stood alone, getting dome, from a thick chick in sandals Watching Shaft, clocking math [Verse 2: Juelz Santana] Now I see death around the corner Gotta stay high, will I survive? In the city where the skinny niggas die Nope, it's the city where the skinny niggas ride .45 semi on the side, twisting when they drive, yeah Lick a shot for Big Pop and 'Pac, yeah One more for Shyne locked inside, yeah Two more for Cam, for taking over the Roc Yeah, yeah, it's my year So, okay, okay, okay, y'all can't fuck with me, no way Jose or Hector Camacho TEC blows and watch yo' chest close and tacos Motherfucker I'm the best, I told y'all before I showed y'all before, ay! [Chorus: Juelz Santana] I stood alone watching the wall, in the zone, hand on my handles Listening to gangsta music, ay! I stood at home hand on a chrome, with a zone, flipping the channels Watching how the gangstas do it, ay! (say it with me) I stood alone, getting dome, from a thick chick in sandals Watching Shaft, clocking math [Verse 3: Cam'ron] Killa, Killa (Killa...) I'm on the west side of Chicago, looking for a bust-down Don't make me put my two arms up, touchdown! (what up, ma?) You stay in touch now, but when I touch down I'm like Buckshot, shorty, Duck Down Yeah I must clown, I'm from Harlem, uptown Where we flash money, take your bitch and ask you, "what now?" Birds flip a dozen, chicks, it's dicks they suckin' Swallow my kids, go and kiss they cousin Yes, they kissing cousins, Toya's kissing muffin Worse than that, they go home and kiss they husband (shit's foul) The shit's disgusting Keep the chickens clucking, keep the pigeons bugging This on my wrist is nothing Yeah, it's just yellow hearts and pink diamonds Where I get the money for this? Don't think rhyming You fucking with Pablo, Bravo Mario Villabona, hoe, Ta-to [Chorus: Juelz Santana] I stood alone watching the wall, in the zone, hand on my handles Listening to gangsta music, ay! I stood at home hand on a chrome, with a zone, flipping the channels Watching how the gangstas do it, ay! (say it with me) I stood alone, getting dome, from a thick chick in sandals Watching Shaft, clocking math Cam'ron


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