Dipset Anthem lyrics

[Juelz Santana]
Oh, come on, fuck with your boy
It`s Santana, Heatmakers, where we at?
Let me see you through this
Killa, Jones, Freakay
Yeah man, I`m back at it

Today`s a new day, got the boo-lay up in the suitcase
Go uptown to Harlem, tell `em that I sent ya
Tell `em it`s August, I`m `Gon` Til` November`
I need a couple birds, get a broad, have `em sent up
Call my bird, get my broad have her sent up (Please)
Call my niggaz, call my squad, have `em sent up (Please)
I see a town I`m likin`
See some niggas getting money in a town I like it
I run up on them with the pound and light it
Like it`s my block now, all right kid?
He understood me quite clear
Then that thing banged out, ranged out the side of his right ear
And I got back to my business, back to my bitches
Back to the kitchen, that pyrex vision
Pop, I let that white stuff sit in
Get hard, get rock, get to the block and pitchin`
Yeah I`m sorry but this is how I`m livin
And this is how I`m getting, fuck how I get it
Hey!

[Chorus: Juelz Santana]
I stood alone watching the wall, in the zone, hand on my handles
Listening to gangsta music
I stood at home hand on a chrome, with a zone, flippin` the channels
Watching how the gangstas do it
I stood alone, getting dome, from a thick chick in sandles
Watching Shaft, clocking math

[Juelz Santana]
Now I see death around the corner
Gotta stay high, will I survive in the city where the skinny niggas die?
Nope, it`s the city where the skinny niggas ride
.45 semi on the side, twisting when they drive, yeah
Lick a shot for Big Pop and `Pac, yeah
One more for Shyne locked inside, yeah
Two more for Cam, for taking o