The Diplomats I Love You (Feat. Cam'Ron & Juelz Santana) Lyrics

I Love You

Yeah dipset n____
Luca!!!
f___ wit ur boy
One more time
Santana

[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 n____z will see but
I'm still insane, I'm rodman, dealing my brain
I'm grinding sharing my pain, f___, where is the fame
n____z, they still rhyming, still in the game
They still dealing the cane, still c___ s___ 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 n____
Weapons that spray, at your f___ing face n____
It's santana the great, in the place n____z, stay away n____
Cause I'm headed straight to the top, n____z
Diplomat taliban slash roc n____
Oh yeah, I do this for my block n____z
D train, al gator, pop n____z
Young drugs, young twins, shiest bug
n____z I love, my thugs
Now, come f___ with your boy
Jones, killa, freakay, come f___ with your boy, whoa
It's santana again n____, no bandanas just him n____
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 n____z 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, p___ 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 s___ 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..