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    The Diplomats / Lyrics

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    "More Than Music" Lyrics

    The Diplomats feat. Juelz Santana

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    Yo, I try to be easy
    I try to be calm breathe easy, it don't seem easy
    I'm on my Ps and Qs, Ys and Zs, .45 on the side of me
    Plus, four guys on the side of me, with .45 on the side of them

    We can play now, this is a war not a playground
    We came here to lay or get laid down, spray or get sprayed down
    Wills for us any day now, cops with their wall to wall raids down
    I'm ducking and weaving, running and leaving

    Not trying to feel the cuffs when they squeezing
    Or the plunger they stuck to Lumina
    So I'm stuck with this Nina, I'm stuck with this finger
    Itchy as fuck, you're fucked if I leave ya chump

    Went to school, but ain't stay in class, hated class
    Only for period, yep, I could relate to math
    Played games, but the games was bad
    You know, cops and robbers, laser tag, see what I was aiming at

    Hop scotching on niggaz faces kept my ankles bad
    That ain't stop me from working I got me a worker
    Gotta him to work and yeah, chopping the work up
    Keep him on my clock, clocking my work up, niggaz know me

    Taught him how to cook, livin' his work up
    Told him it's not the pot, it's the worker, gotta mix shorty
    Gotta do it like this shorty
    Clockwise, counter-clockwise, it's all in the wrist shorty
    Fuck with me

    This is a movement, this is a union
    This is more then what you people call music
    I'm part of this Dip Set confusing
    Tecs we moving, catch up, y'all losing

    Y'all ain't big enough to be at the table, nope
    Y'all ain't big enough to eat at the table, nope
    This is powerful music that I bring to the table
    The sequel of Able, fuck with your boy

    You motherfuckers really don't know
    You motherfuckers really wont know
    I'm real fucka, I really wont fold
    I kill fuckas and wheelie off roads

    Bangie rapper, like I'm really off road
    The pain I feel, I really wont show man
    The game is real, I really don't know Cam
    If I'ma make it or not

    But my plan was to take it straight to the top
    Bring my fame to the block, with me
    Harlem's my home, so I'm making it hot with me
    Till the day I'm laid on the block, with shots in me

    Stay weeded, stay cheffing a blunt
    Stay losing some more pounds, I ain't eating enough, nope
    Stop fronting homes, you wont do nothing homes
    Killa locked this, I'm what's up and coming homes

    You better believe, one thing I was always taught
    In my household you better achieve
    No matter what you do, you better succeed
    That was embedded in me, yeah, the rest was left up to me

    So I, played my position, I stayed in the kitchen
    Base tripping on the bottom of the plate when I'm mixing
    Cake whipping on the bottom of the plate when I left it
    Eight digits when I take it, break it and flip it

    This is the Matrix, I take it we live in
    Shit, I'm seeing the sun, I'm Neo the one, believe me
    Hand picked like cotton, I've been sent here not to be forgotten
    My hands grip the dots in, I get ya poppin'

    Shoot shit, shit is poppin'
    Move bricks get it rocking, y'all know me
    Ya young homie from the block, y'all forgot me already?
    Holla back, the young Rocky is ready whoa!

    This is a movement, this is a union
    This is more then what you people call music
    I'm part of this Dip Set confusing
    Tecs we moving, catch up, y'all losing

    Y'all ain't big enough to be at the table, nope
    Y'all ain't big enough to eat at the table, nope
    This is powerful music that I bring to the table
    The sequel of Able, fuck with your boy
    This song was submitted on January 20th, 2005 and last modified on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Laron L. James, Robert Dukes, Eddie Levert.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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