Artist: DukeDaGod, Juelz Santana, Jim Jones, Hell Rell, JR Writer, 40 Cal,
Un Kasa
Album: Dipset More Than Music Vol.1
Song: Dipset Symphony
Typed By: _DymondPryncess31@aol.com

[INTRO-DukeDaGod]

I don't give a uck whos first and whose last
Dipset is gonna rock this shit at the drop of a brick nigga
I don't care what ya'll say
I don't care what ya'll do
But ya'll better rep Harlem
Until the goddaamn music is through
Mr. C Lets go

(Juelz Santana)
All eyes on the honarable
Who? Dipset
Back to the grill again, live at the barbeque
Beats on all my kid's ride like a carnival
Heats drawn, all you kids lie like carpet do
Get up and get ready
What up, the kids ready
Now that I'm back, the game is fucked, the bitch let me
You front, you stunt, you get heat clown (yeah)
Punks jump up to get beat down

(Jim Jones)
Now eight years ago (what happened)
I played the bench with dimes
Everybody in my park was getting bent off dimes
Pitching bags on the block, try'na get us some sneakers
Sippin' yak, henny, rock, puffin nickels of reefer
I'm pumping on the strip, In the mist of the drug trade
I'm watching for the blizzards in any mist of a drug raid
But niggas gotta eat, It's like my stomach is touchin back
New Yorks ridah man, For you suckers, I'm fucking back

(Hell Rell)
Now Can I kick it? Yes I can
They wanna know if I'm G'd up, Yes I am
Look, I over paid my dues, I almost made the news
The block kind of hot, But the cocaine gon' move
If I was a brick, you wouldn't know what to do with me
You probably cook me up, get a stem and start using me
Nobody built me, I made myself
And you don't know how to shoot guns, You grazed yourself

(JR Writer)
I was a fein, Before I became the team
It was dreams tossed for the latest beam
Made me cream, cuz hey
They Kept the powder in the tray way before it was Maybelline
Im in the major stack, major stack, Hate on that
Cam holla'd cuz I'ma bring his label plats
That aint made of plaque
Whoa, Ya jewelry aint aint gold
You cop ya jewelry from Hov, they all fade to black

(40 Cal)
When I was 9 years old, I realized it was a road
At the end, I cop a Benz
When I chop some O's (40)
Smoka a lot, (____?___),(___?___)
We both shopping, difference is you coppin' clothes
I'll show you how to drop a rose
Want a fan 'em off flower? I'ma kill 'em like Jaffy Joe
I'm from where they made the cocky flow
While hoes puck up on mah stick, like they try to hit a high flow

(Un Kasa)
I keep a Nine in mah dresser, lyrical professor
Keep you under pressure, Aim a nigga better
My mind like a computer, 6 ruders
You'll get famped on the wall with 6 shooters
I've blown bitches with coops, and big hooters
Give head, and piff puta
Pump bricks, and sip lua
How you hard? You runnin' with state troopers
Mah niggas is staright shooters
Cock back and straight shoot ya

[outro-DukeDaGod]
Not in mah book, Never that nigga
I asked ya'll niggas to go to the muthafucking beach stop
When I had the dipset ride, I had Juelz Santana,
Jim Jones, Hell Rell, JR Writer, 40 Cal, Un Kasa
Dipset forever niggas, Mr. C signing off
DukeDaGod