Bout It Bout It... Part III The Diplomats (Ft. Cam'ron, Jim Jones & Master P)

[Intro: Master P & (Cam'ron)]
Yo Cam, let's flip this thing on these niggas
Ya'heard me
(Let's do it my nigga) Well do your dizang
(There's nothing, man) (Up top, down south, right)
Oh yeah, oh yeah (We bout it)
Aiight whoadie (yeah)
Yo, this one here goes out to them boys
That's bout it bout it, Master P, Cam'ron
We taking this from the South to the East, uhhhhh

[Verse 1: Cam'ron]
I represent, where them killers at?
145th and Broadway, you get your head cracked
Get your legs snapped, arm-twist, ribs cracked
Wig tapped, "play fair!", day care, kids napped
You think you real? Well, my posse is crazier
Your moms? Mobbing and raping her, Saudi Arabia
I'm '89 tho', Audi and Avias
Beef in N.O., I had to call No Limit up
Baby MAC, baby Gat, shit to wake the baby up
My baby boo, cop the X5: that's a baby truck
Santana rolling big, Jimmy in the Caddy
Dayton, Youngstown, Cleveland, Cincinnati
In the double-O, I represent the C-O
Please hoe, Harlem World, 40th: that's me yo
Clips, 11 off, bricks, get 7 off
Snow so white only thing missin' is seven dwarfs