More Than Music The Diplomats (Ft. Juelz Santana)

[Intro]
Yeah, okay
(We gon' do it like this)
I'm back again, Santana (Oh)
Fuck with your boy (Dipset)
Dipset (Yeah), Heatmakerz (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
Yo, I try to be easy
I try to be calm, breathe easy, it don't seem easy (Nope)
I'm on my P's and Q's (What else?)
Y's and Z's, 4-5's on the side of me (Uh-huh)
Plus, four guys on the side of me (With what?)
With 4-5's on the side of them (Yeah)
We could play now, this is a war, not a playground
We came to lay or get laid down, spray or get sprayed down
Waterfalls any day now, cops with their wall-to-wall raid downs
I'm ducking and weaving (Uh-huh), running and leaving
Not trying to feel the cuffs when they squeezing
Or the plunger they stuck in Louima
So I'm stuck with this Nina, I'm stuck with this finger
Itchy as fuck, you fucked up I'll leave ya, chump
Went to school, but ain't stay in class, hated class
Only first period, yep, I could relate to math
Played games, but the games is bad
You know, cops and robbers, laser tag, see what I was aiming at
Hop-scotch on niggas faces left my ankles bad
That ain't stop me from working, I got me a worker
Got him to work, and yeah, chopping the work up
Keep him on the clock, clocking my work up, niggas know me
Taught him how to cook, liven his work up
Told him it's not the pot, it's the worker, gotta mix, shorty
Gotta do it like this, shorty (This shorty)
Clockwise, counterclockwise, it's all in the wrist, shorty
Fuck with me (Shorty)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah