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letra de pain & agony - the diplomats

[verse 1: cam’ron]
i flip hot pies, slow nights, hot days, throw fights
jacob and isaac, i stole ice
it was so nice
yeah, i know it’s a downer, took this sh-t right over the counter
feds came, cam, we coming over to pound ya
please, there’s seven seas, they won’t know where i drowned ya
you better stick to your goals, instead of living [?]
f-ck a sail, i spit for the soul
i told [?] getting too old
i went downtown, with [?] parole
told the officer, ma, my album, my ship [?]
and that’s my man, we fixing to roll
she don’t care, the b-tch is just bold, he wishing he’d fold
in the fridgid and cold
play [?] give him a break
if he go o.t., i give him a cake
let him sit in [?], bubble [?]
god forbid got in trouble again, he does it again
floss too much, that’s the way the n-gga hustle, my friend
seem like he in love with the pen
good thing i’m in love with my pen
’cause when he come home, i’ma double him in
[?] smoking a [?]
you know me, i stepped to him, open aproach
yo, [?] i respect you for toaking your coach
but me, with [?] open a toast
done it before, [?] like [?] to a spark
ten minutes later, i was clearing the park
now all this hoopla, over hoops, huh?
tell your girl get up, i ain’t gon’ shoot ma
[verse 2: mcgruff]
yo
all i got is heat to spit, bars to h-ll
take to the streets to eat, dodging jail
keep that b-tter, not coke, it’s hard to sell
i [?] mother, only [?] birds [?] rubbers
only f-ck with my boys, cop birds and numbers
yo, i get money, never was a nervous hustler
since a young latten, kept them guns clapping
bring the beef to y’all, you boys want action?
now stop acting like it won’t happen
’cause when that toast go off, it’s gon’ be a bunch of flow crashing
no asking, squeeze all my enomies
please, ain’t no police telling me freeze
f-ck a long arm of the law, got lamas galore
yo, i kick doors down, tied up moms before
yo, you f-cking with the right one, baby
i pipe young ladies, [?] all my life, like guns crazy
hoes respect my gangsta, n-ggas do too
make families boo hoo, homie, screw you
man, shots right through you
hit your boo boo, sh-t looking crew [?]
you f-cking with a [?] quick to do you
jump in the jet, black [?]
relaxes [?] roll up an l
murder gang gruff, known so well
in my past wars, all my opponents fell
it’s like a chess game, move [?] instenct, take dead aim
for your brid-ains, ain’t nothing chi-anged
gruff still the si-dame
word up, you know how we do

- the diplomats

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