Paroles: Diplomats (The). Diplomatic Immunity. I'm Ready.

Heatmakers Killa, lets do it this is it right here I feel good, TALIBAN DIPLOMATS

Santana: \"C'MON.... Jim Jones where your at baby, I feel good right now....this is music right now...I feel like Rocky or something man.

Yo they try to box me in the corner for the longest/ No keys locked me in this corner for the longest/ Somehow I managed to creep from under the rock/ Linking up with Cam and linking up with the ROC now/ This is powerful music I bring to the table/ The sequel is able the way I swing cane 'cause/ Yall know Im fast and focused incase you havent noticed/ Squeeze and blast them open as soon as the magnum opens/ Cam gonna make me a star imma make him a million/ Jones is here we invading the building yea/ Im still on the corner grinding for the big stacks, big coke, big gacks dont ever forget that......


Jim Jones: \" Yessir, yessir ohh yea nigga......\"


Ayo my gold link can be number one your charts/ If it happens so be it we become one with the art/ Everyone in my parts they still moving/ All them chumps in the...........front of the........\"c'mon/ I do this shit sick stuffed and congested/ They dont give a fuck if you sick you still get cuffed and arrested/ My justice is wretched...../ You get knocked down please grab your crutches keep stepping...(FRANKIE)/ Cause the game we done held that too long/ The pain we done felt that to long/ Cocain we done dealt that too long/ And my pops it dont help that you gone, myself should move on/ Its scary and Im gonna need help/ Streets flauting me, dogs marijuana dont help/ Fiends, junkies in the corner dont help/ Knee deep in my grave on these blocks I'm a goner myself but.......

Cam: \"Huhh Killa Killa, Im here yall, Im Ready Im Ready.....

Hey Yo....watup buzzing buzzing, bird 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 is ses-ay bones, Santana many feet/ Yall niggas know holla at me if theres any beef/ I know in vise versa we like murder we convict in the truck/ But yo if you got bitches to fuck hit me up dog/ As far as lyrics go they rocking recitals/ It won't stop until I'm on top with the title/ Hustling no stopping the cycle, Im shopping for rifles I'm not for the idols/
Fuck the twin towers dog, we on top of the Eiffel like/ Live Pisa Pisa, eating a piece of pizza/ You cant be were I be dog, you need a visa/ Common chief of reefer please believe it, I will squeeze and ya/ All bullets they will heat and seek ya/ Harlem world I'm a swell my town you a clown you can tell by now....

That I'm, I'm ready, I'm ready we coming for the title

(Thanks to Fabrice Baloss for these lyrics)