[Verse 1 - 40 Cal.]

Y'all niggaz down on ya hard luck

You must be takin' bird baths we can all see you're washed up

See we the shower posse, throw you in the dodge trunk

Treat you like a large blunt and smoke you in ya Von Dutch

You think you live real, Its realer here

Niggaz'll cut ya arm mail it to ya mom as a souvenier

We smack niggaz like the dvd

And say 40 ain't the sickest nigga rappin' since Easy-E

I'm too strong for you, you need to go to GNC

You're like 14 days too weak for me (two week)

Look, I blow easily, beat emcee's repeatedly

Your mouth is where this heat'll be, I just did it recently

I'm the best ain't no bargainin' B

The way I son rappers, you'll be the new Father MC

But my truck is why the haters hate

They think I'm drivin' attention cuz it comes wit deep dishes and paper plates

I'm in ya hood, sparkin' at ya peephole

You can ask Suge all the hardest rappers he know

Started at a c-note, bargain at the kilo's

Now my pockets like I took the Carter after Nino

Car jackin' steelo, pull up next to ya whip

Wether snub or the club it's consecutive hits

Dissin' niggaz in the yard doin' eleven to clip

And Wreck Rock and Dipset doin' sets to the Dips, Holla



[Verse 2 - Cam'Ron]

From the back of the cop ride, the black on black black, when we cop rides

I will not hide, Hi Ma, Hot thighs, dick on her nose now she's cock eyed

From whippin'up bacon rolls to outside whippin the bacon rolls

Saniyah Lathan knows, I rakin' but makin dough

Eighty holes in ya shirt, there's ya own Jamaican clothes

I ain't talkin to pokano's, I'm talkin to aspens the slopes we go

You get the okie do, play me baby I hope he know

We break noses, call 'em baby Pinocchio

I hold wit wit blue mittens, two pigeons, what the fuck are yooou pitchin?

One house, Two kitchens, who's bitchin'

I'll bring the diesel, won't see the Fu-Schnickens

And I don't trust a hoe, that's mother to baby mother

motherfucker, you look like a lady lover

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

Tell her drink cum, get drunk, its nutcracker

And it's well known, that Rell's home

Yep, hit E.T. up on the cell phone

Ask ya family thighs, and my family rise

Call the network Dipset, Family Ties



[Verse 3 - Hell Rell]

I got niggaz that's locked up in Attica El Mara

Up in the mess hall, tellin' niggaz that Rell's fire

Smack ya pops, sell coke to ya mother

And my weed's the color purple like Oprah and Glover

And fam tell me how you gettin extorted by Tom, Dick and Harry

And all them niggaz is gay Tom kissin' Harry

I got proper work if you wanna cop some work

Diamonds in the ring the color of Papa Smirf

Dipset worldwide now you haters kno us

Beaver bedspreads, alligator sofas

Range candy paint, Now or Later rovers

Go to sleep so high I don't know how I wake up sober

Went from livin' in the hungry ghetto

To white girls sayin wow, what a lovely bezel

Diamonds in there, yummy yellow

You just another funky, haters wanna snub and pump me

And Pataki wanna lock me up and double bunk me

Get on my feet wit the hard white a couple junkies

I know I'm a piece of shit but my mother loves me

Kill you take my ass to another country

Fuck New York get my coke from another country

Got Africans that's commin to America

With the best dope thats comin' to America

And yo own man's don't acknowledge yo G

Cuz you ain't wanna go to war like Muhammad Ali

Dipset, bitch..