Do Something - The Diplomats

Come on!

Yeah

Jim Jones where you at baby?

Juelz Santana, (I feel good right now man)

This is music right here

Once again where you at

I feel like Rocky or something, man

Yo, they try to box me in the corner the the longest

No keys, lock me in this corner for the longest but

Somehow I managed to creep from under the rock

Linkin' up with Cam, him linkin' up with the Roc now

This is powerful music I bring to the table

The sequel to Abel the way I slang 'caine cause

Y’all know I’m past then focus, incase you haven’t noticed

Squeeze and blast them open as soon as the magnum open

Cam gonna make me star, I’m gonna make him a million

Jones is here, we invading the building and

I’m still on the corner grinding for them big stacks

Big coats, big gats don’t ever forget that

Yes sir, Yes sir

Oh yea nigga

Yo, my goal ain’t to be number one on your charts

If it happens, so be it, come with the arts

Everyone in my parts they still moving

Hold the drums in the… front of the…

I do this shit six, seven contestants

They don’t give a fuck if you sick

You still get cuffed and arrested (click clank)

My justice is wretched

You get knocked down

Please, grab your crutches, keep steppin'

Cause the game we done held back too long

The pain we done felt that too long

Cocaine we done dealt that too long

And my pops it don’t help that you gone

Myself should move on

It’s scary and I’m gonna need help

Streets fluster me

Dogs, marijuana don’t help

Fiends, junkies in the corner don’t help

Knee deep in my grave on these blocks

I’m a goner myself

Killa, I’m here y’all

I’m ready, I’m ready

Uh, hey, yo

What up buzzin' buzzin'

Birds flip a dozen dozen

Holla at your boy, boy

You thought your cousin wasn’t

I’m ready, yes sir, here we go

Jim Jones c’est ce bon, Santana magnifique

Y’all niggas know holla at me if it’s any beef

(Yes sir, gats, guns, knives…)

I know it’s vice versa

We like murder we convicting the track

But yo if you got bitches to fuck

Hit me up dawg

(Yea I’m ready, uh)

Far as lyrics go

They rocking recitals

It won’t stop till I’m on top with the title

Hustlin' no stoppin' the cycle

I’m shopping for rifles

I’m not for the idols

The twin towers dawg

We on top of the Eiffel like

La Pisa Pisa

Eating a piece of pizza

You can’t be where I be dawg

You need a visa

Come on, chief on reefer

Please believe it

I will squeeze and leave ya

All bullets they will eat and seek ya

Harlem World I’mma swell my town

You a clown you can’t tell by now