More Than Music - The Diplomats, Juelz Santana

We can play now, this is a war, not a playground

We came to lay or get laid down, spray or get sprayed down

Waterfalls any day now, cops with their wall to wall raid downs

I’m ducking and weaving, running and leaving

Not trying to feel the cuffs when they squeezing

Or the plunger they stuck in Louima

So I’m stuck with this Nina, I’m stuck with this finger

Itchy as fuck, you fucked up I’ll leave ya, chump

Went to school, but ain’t stay in class, hated class

Only first period, yep, I could relate to math

Played games, but the games is bad

You know, cops and robbers, laser tag, see what I was aiming at

Hop scotch on niggas faces left 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 the clock, clocking my work up, niggas know me

Taught him how to cook, liven his work up

Told him it’s not the pot, it’s the worker, gotta mix shorty

Gotta do it like this, shorty (this shorty)

Clockwise, counter-clockwise, it’s all in the wrist, shorty

Fuck with me (shorty)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah…

This is a movement, this is a union

This is more than what you people call music

I’m part of this Dipset confusion

TECs up, 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

Sequel to Abel, fuck with your boy, OH!

You motherfuckers really don’t know (nope)

You motherfuckers really won’t know (nope)

I’m real, fucka, I really won’t fold (come on)

I kill fuckas and wheelie off roads (yeah)

Banshees rappers, like I’m really off road (let's go)

The pain I feel, I really won’t show, man

The game is real, I really don’t know, Cam

If I’ma make it or not

But my plan’s 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

'Til the day I’m layed on the block with shots in me

Stay weeded, stay cheifing a blunt

Stay losing some more pounds, I ain’t eating enough, nope

Stop fronting, homes, you won’t 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: 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 dripping off the bottom of the plate when I’m mixing

Cake whipping on the bottom of the plate when I lift 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 gets it popping

Shoot shit, shit is popping

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!

Yeah, come on, okay, uh-huh, yeah, uh-huh…

This is a movement, this is a union

This is more then what you people call music

I’m part of this Dipset confusion

TECs up, 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

Sequel to Abel, fuck with your boy