It's kinda hard to doubt that we ain't a slaughterhouse Dip radio you're now tuned in to the Hardest Out Slash the first to ride, you ain't never heard of fly Have you mourning, nicca my G's is certified Ya'll get busy Alright we got this man (Hell Rell). I mean Hell Rell you ain't say nothing that song Let's go, Let's go. That's 1 song I mean let's go, you wanna get. That's 1 and out, let's go, let's keep it movin'. You gotta feel the heathen, we guerilla breathin' It's the Dips, get the drift, this is Killa Season Watch him kill the season, paid checks heavy It's King Jaffe-Jo get ya tape decks ready You gotta feel the heathen, we guerilla breathin' It's the Dips, get the drift, this is Killa Season Watch him kill the season, paid checks heavy It's King Jaffe-Jo get ya tape decks ready Say what cats did I hang with, slang with, bang bang with Blain gangsta ganked it left lane to the banquet Live from the borough where Rich Porter became Rich Purple Rain in the rain explains it, on that same spit To the day of a reign, I aim and flame leave a lane The clips change, obtain bricks, exchange bricks Bricks exchange, throw the kid some change Look homeboy, I ain't trying to get no names Must of sniffed cocaine, lookin' at my Diplo chain The biscuit turn you to bisquick mixed with shrimp lo mein Old ladies just stop and say it's yo thang Can't deny 'em, look down my wrist go bling Bling bling, listening, come and get some cash First kiss my ring, ohh no, well kiss my ass Back in my zone homes, get ya mind right The 2-3 or 3-2, na it's the twilight It's the highlights of my life Every gun, car, crib, chicken-head that I like Ten on the dope, ten that's beside knife Ten in the hood, ten that's besides night And they tied tight, my family ties tight Ten town 200 bricks, forget 5 mics We guerilla breathin', we guerilla breeding It's the Dips, get the drift, This is Killa Season Watch him kill the season, Paid checks heavy It's King Jaffe-Jo get ya tape decks ready We guerilla breathin', Killa Season Feel the Evening, Killin' Season Watch him kill the season paid checks heavy It's Diplomat Records get ya tape decks ready I used to be Jaffe-Jo, I used to be Killa I think I'ma go with something different this year. Go ahead homie I'm waitin in the wings for somebody to act stupid. They told us not to stay at Def Jam, we eatin' over there You was right, put work on they block. Writer's here, you know he's the writer of writer's Right now, I don't know where Santana's out, he probably in Brazil Act up homie. My man Hell Rell's in the building, BX borough. And right now I'm accompanied by greatness Uhh-huh. New York City, you are now tuned in to America's # 1 station, Hot 97 In conjunction with America's # 1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label Dipset.
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