A Dipset X-Mas

[MrRant 0]

Wait? That's rap?

[Lt. Al Giardello 0]

Y'all faking the fizzle, I'm caking for shizzle

Fuck a Sizzler steak, my steak stay sizzled

Eight, boom, boom, my ace boon coon

Shake, bake, skate, vroom, vroom (We getting money nigga)

Seventh to eighth, zoom, zoom, boom, boom tune

For I get like that boom, boom room (I'm getting money nigga)

Wreck 'N Effects, zoom, zoom, meh poon, poon

Since the movie "Cacoon", had my uzi, platooned (I'm getting money nigga.

 

You just called that good. You are right. If that is what you consider good lyrics, then I am wrong. Cam has been amazing for years now.

 

One of my worst fears, is being stuffed in a hearse

Six feet deep being crushed my the earth

Bury me wit rings so when I'm plucked from the earth

Every mothafucka see how much it was worth (we makin money)

Oh you stressin my best misjudgin of my worst

And all my life put in nothin but work

Y'all talk about how I was such a big flirt

I never slowed down cause I was fuckin wit skirts

I mean since the early days I was cuttin from church

Y'all talk about things I've done to my life

You talk about things that I've done to my wife

I know where I'm going so I can come in a cris'is

I do this for my niggas, who never get no chedder

For my niggas up state, that'll never get a letter

For my vitally sick, that would never get no better

For my niggas in the cold, that would never get a sweater

For the life I lead, things I done

A nigga went to school I had to bring my gun

A nigga had to hustle I had to slung them drums (I feel you man)

As the man of the house I had to bring income

 

 

Comin back home, I thought it'd be cool

But everbody like, Cam, "Yo, i thought you in school"

Nah, im about to go back, huh, they know that im lyin'

See me on broadway, know what im buyin'

Niggas gettin' money, know what i'm eye'n

Shiesty again, no where without iron

Seems like my school life self destroyed

Fuck gettin' a job, BIG self employed

Slugs pop, drug spot, runnin' the thing

Played ball on the weekend, 300 a game

Till one of the workers pulled a small case

Mouth runnin' like a dog race, tryin' to get us all laced

I was slangin, but wasnt a kingpin

A slow case n', verdict probation

Tryed to fuck my P.O., she ignored that

Said, "Know what Cam your found with more crack"

See what happen', stopped the crackin'

Start rappin', quit the clappin'

 

You never hear that we buckle; beef? We chuckle

Scuffle over a game of pinochle

Anything up on my money, man, I gotta see double

Unless you want trouble

Oh, you realer now?

I'm the kind to cut a peace of soap, put it on the imbecile

Crack the Hen Rock style, give me the foul

Girls grope then I smile

That's when they fall cause they met my balls

Right after I played ball

No wash-up, no nothin'. Hear what I say y'all?

O.K. y'all. Ask AJ y'all

I'll turn the baddest bitch gay y'all

Like Stacy, damn, she was eatin' Tracy's ass

At this other lady's pad

To get it on I had to call up Desert Storm

My cut-throats scar y'all, while you hope the Don fall

But I'll come inside The Tunnel, nigga, wit Pope John Paul

Yo, them niggas on the wall frontin', they ain't no harm y'all

My crew'll break each shoulder

I'm that nigga they talk about on Street Soldiers

Cause my street soldiers are heat holders and weed rollers

We keep 2 bones and 2 phones in each Rover

We all relaxed and any beef we over-reactin

Peace to Lorey Actins, but I get buck wild like Corey Jackson

Playin' is called off, cause y'all about to get hauled off

Y'all all soft from smokin Nicholi nigga, like Volkof

Know what I mean yo? Notice the cream grow

I fiend though, I'll come fuck up your whole town like El Nino

I'm the hottest nigga you've seen though

Jumpin outta Lex Coupe

With Jimmy Jones right next to me in the Benz Truck too

 

 

Listen, ya'll Stop It/ (Stop)

Know you appalled dotted

But this my call by the force prophet, all profit/ (all profit)

Harlem Hustler (yep), I can't at all knock it/ (nope)

But you hard, when you go in the floor, pop dance?

What you offering, put it, write an offer in

They take it all, Cash, Credit, Silver, down to porcelin

Look at the Porsche he's in/ (look at it)

Then Give them portioning/ (To Who?)

No handicap, Annie Rag, orphan friends

Friends, but the sizzurp I'm drinking on

Birds I'm thinking on

Get your Kirk Franklin on

Word, so you get your Ben Franklin on

Just when you think it's wrong

One blink, he's gone/ (damn)

 

Yo, theres a war going on outside no man is safe from

It don't matter if you three feet or eight-one

You'll get eight from me, nine and straight blown

Wig split, melon cracked, all that on day one

Carry eight guns, two in the trunk

Two in the waist, two in the ankle, two to just spank you

You can jam with them jammers, blam with them blammers

It's hot here, ask Mase he ran to Atlanta

You think we know what life do, make on the motor-cycle

Drinkers they so delightful, blinging with so much ice

In front of sparks, body cops Dilano

Block away watch by Gotti and Girvano

It's la costra nostra, someone close approach ya

They'll toast ya gopher, bread loaf with shofer

Old coke they raise up and snort, blayze up ya fort

Jay puff shine, cases was caught

Midnight pick fights, they love a victim

Watch him fore he watch you, Killa

 

Ok, we back in

Mami listen (I really mean it)

Hey yo lock my garage, rock my massage

Fuck it, bucket by Osh Kosh Bgosh

Golly I'm gully, look at his galoshes

Gucci, gold, platinum plaque collages

From collabos, ghost writing for assholes

Want to use my brain, than give Killa mad dough

It's all good, increase Killa cash flow

Increase my fame, that's why Killa smash hoes

You'll get side swiped, look at my life

First movie ever, merked out Mekhi Phife

And papi got jerked out of pies twice

Dip Set, we working with five dice

Cee-lo and craps, c-notes and stacks

I send bodies with, read this note attached

Ya youngin' fucked with boys in the hood

Gave her a son like Ricky, from ‘Boyz in the Hood'

On the couch bloody, old lady sighing

Wifey screaming (I really mean it)

Pissy little baby crying

Fuck upped man shit, there you seen it (I really mean it)

Fam man, you terry cloth, that mean you very soft

Gravy Mercedes, add the cranberry sauce

 

 

Examples of good lyrics from Cam, but of course this is just my opinion. I was wrong to bash you in my other post, your entitled to your opinion and theorys even though I dissagree with it.

[ant_7000 0]

Dipset is garbage!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Eventhough the whole BALLIN!!!!!!!!!!! Movement is taking off, you can't deny that Ripper. Football players doin the "Jumpshot" gesture. They are fake wannabe Bloods, and spew mad ignorance to the 10th power. I do like SAS from lil stuff that I heard from them, and they have strong production which all you need in the rap now.

 

 

To quote Jay-z "One sorry ass buck? THats ballin?"

 

The "Ballin Movement" produced 100k albums sold. Thats it. It is a catchy single to some (annoying as hell to me) but it doesn't change the fact the POME was a piece of fucking trash with strong production...as always from Dipset.

 

And having the money to spend friviously. Or broker people can ball for the weekend and be in dept on monday.

100k on independent is pretty good. Its shows you can sell in a reigon, thats like 5-7 bucks for each CD sold. If they decide to get on a major label, they'll used that as leverage.

[Lord of The Curry 0]

RAP BATTLE~!

[Ripper 0]

Dipset is garbage!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Eventhough the whole BALLIN!!!!!!!!!!! Movement is taking off, you can't deny that Ripper. Football players doin the "Jumpshot" gesture. They are fake wannabe Bloods, and spew mad ignorance to the 10th power. I do like SAS from lil stuff that I heard from them, and they have strong production which all you need in the rap now.

 

 

To quote Jay-z "One sorry ass buck? THats ballin?"

 

The "Ballin Movement" produced 100k albums sold. Thats it. It is a catchy single to some (annoying as hell to me) but it doesn't change the fact the POME was a piece of fucking trash with strong production...as always from Dipset.

 

And having the money to spend friviously. Or broker people can ball for the weekend and be in dept on monday.

100k on independent is pretty good. Its shows you can sell in a reigon, thats like 5-7 bucks for each CD sold. If they decide to get on a major label, they'll used that as leverage.

 

The problem is that We Fly High didn't exactly get independent rotation. HUGE rotation on BET 106 and park, HUGE radio rotation outside of its region, HUGE rotation on MTV. Jim's album had more promotion than Method Mans album did and he had a major label behind him.