Artist: The Diplomats (40. Cal, Cam'Ron, Hell Rell) Album: Diplomatic Immunity Vol. 2 Song: Family Ties Typed by: Midnight_Star1215@yahoo.com * * send corrections to the typist [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..