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the diplomats - once upon a time lyrics

[intro: jim jones]
heatmakers
crack music
dipset
it’s more than just music
you know the rest
jones, n-gg-

[verse 1: jim jones]
try to blackball me, so i ask ’em where the hoop at (ballin’)
then in soho and la asking the valet where the coupe at
(what up with that?)
80 for the jet that meet with jay and then i flew back (facts)
the ace of spade. they put up on my tab a extra two stacks
signing my deal, they asked if i would sign for a mil (for what?)
i ask them why would i do that when i already signed for a mil (you hear me?)
i’m a contract k!ller, b-tch, had to sign up to k!ll (b-b-boom!)
put you on the boom list, the homies’ll line you for real (facts!)
but i’m trynna just chill, cause my mind is too ill (oh)
don’t provoke ’em too much cause we commit crimes for the thrill (grrr)
i’m a f-cking bandit
you under-f-cking-stand it? (you hear me)
i run with g’s n-gg-, f-ck who the f-ck you ran with
f-ck em
new york city. home of the pretty women (harlem what’s up?)
where you gotta get the dough before you get the women (get your money up)
middle of the winter i’m buying sh-t to swim in (facts n-gg-)
n-gg-, you just buying them cars that my n-gg-s been in

[chorus: jim jones]
so there was once upon a time when them n-gg-s tried to k!ll us
started getting money, so them b-tches start to feel us (hey baby)
da told the judge they a bunch of drug dealers (f-ck ’em)
throwing up gang signs like they on them four wheelers
so there was once upon a time when them n-gg-s tried to k!ll us
started getting money, so them b-tches start to feel us (hey baby)
da told the judge they a bunch of drug dealers (f-ck ’em)
throwing up gang signs like they on them four wheelers

[verse 2: cam’ron]
i got acres in the boonies, i remember it was gloomy
and i only had five on it, something like the luniz
now the maybach is roomy, spent a 100k in bloomies
but i got my own clothes, 3 million i made in zumiez, baby
legend, i maneuver cars
who wants smoke, i have it looking like a hookah bar
superstar, car ceiling looking like mars, venus, jupiter
pull strings like garth brooks on a new guitar
we the sh-t, we the sh-t, some foul manure
long live the set, glory glory hallelujah
welcome back to the hallway loiterers
i made mills off the white girl, i exploited her
no disrespecting the ladies, word from my team (why)
that’s the reason dame smacked harvey weinstein (pervert)
on the set of paid in full, y’all gave him h-ll about it
some foul sh-t happened once, capo, tell ’em about it

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