The Diplomats

40 Cal

The Diplomats


[40 Cal] 
Aiyyo, the heat do spray 
Oh dough, too cheap, toupee 
I just blow his wig off like a C2K 
I don't care what ya people say 
When ya whole team fags, call your crew B2Gay 
What you know about Couversier and the Denali gray 
Halle Berry, Halle Robertson, that's a holiday/Halle Day 
I play the dotty way, bring it where ya mommy stay 
See the gun, put ya hands up like hip hop hooray 
I'm a Dr. Dre, stacks is high 
Niggaz comin' at me wrong, and I ask 'em why 
And they don't have the right answer, like Allen I. 
Then put ya hands between ya legs, kiss ya ass goodbye 
And get ya, squad aware, Harlem's here 
And if we ain't got Roc on, we got Rob 'Em Wear 
Cardiare, army's, safari gear 
With coke, will line up more heads than a barber's chair 
Them my fiend niggaz 

[Chorus 2x: 40 Cal] 
This is 40 Cal., and the forty thou' 
Every forty miles and running, screaming shorty wild 
Laugh, flows, crack on the stove 
When you hear that 4-0, act like you know 

[40 Cal] 
40, I can show you how to get a mean stack 
Supply you with crack that'll get your fiends back 
Trust me, so keep talking and get ya team clapped 
Gun smoking so much, it need a nicotine patch 
And I'ma chain smoker, you got a chain, I smoke ya 
Throw 'em on the M track, that's how I train doja's 
Broke niggaz lie and steal, I leave 'em lyin' still 
You got a watch, you dead, that's time to kill 
It ain't vitamins and when I show 'em the iron pills 
I'ma bomb threat, you just a little fire drill 
I buy out deals, why? Cuz I rhyme reals 
So don't think it's millions, when I hit you with the 9 mil' 
I'm like a mind field, niggaz scared to step to me 
Drop two freestyles, already want the best of me 
See what the Roc cooking up, this the recipe 
Dipset Byrd gang, told you, consecutively 

[Chorus 2x] 

[40 Cal] 
Touch my jewels, niggaz rather palm a grenade 
My gun hold twelve shells, like a carton of eggs 
Ya'll know dudes from Harlem get paid 
But I ain't talk about money, when it cost you an arm and a leg 
Sparking up haze in the Garcia Veg', have you cleaning my house 
That's the one way ya squad'll be made 
Sparkin' the gaze, like barbers that fade 
I turn ya head to the Red Sea, and I put a part in ya waves 
I'm why niggaz smoke a carton a day, I blow ya father away 
Just to make you go, farther away 
Cuz in my hood, you try to floss fresher than Manny 
You be sweet Vicks like the cough medicine candy 
You mad my tom' heavy and fancy 
Your money come in light bills, like ConEdison family 
Tuck whammies in a mini hoster, so when I hit you with the grand slam 
Fuck Sammy, call me Semi Sosa 

[Chorus 2x]