Текст песни Royalty - Cam'ron feat. T.I.
Diplomat
vibe
for
all
mo'fuckers
Discursive
shit
Killa
Cam,
Juelz,
T.I.
let's
do
this
Yo,
yo
Sit
back,
toss
dice
in
a
knick
trap
Serve
big
crack
in
white
T's
and
fitted
caps
These
sick
reps,
this
my
life
you
just
spit
raps
I
been
a
hustler
all
my
life
gimme
six
stacks
Cop
my
self
a
quarter
kite
I
can
flip
that
Cook
it
'til
its
solid
white
tell
'em
hit
that
Big
fat
O's
of
that
solid
hard
git
that
Those
like
your
blow
on
a
boulevard
knit
sacks
Just
as
big
around
as
a
Tylenol,
hit
that
Nigga
with
the
Yay
tell
him
now
bring
a
brick
back
Now
I'ma
move
it
five
days,
nigga,
six
max
And
ain't
no
runnin'
off
with
yay
shootin'
big
straps
40
cals,
Sk's
with
no
kick
back
Get
you
get
your
shit
sacks
right
where
your
dicks
at
And
I
don't
think
your
clicks
just
supposed
to
forget
that
(now)
I
gotta
a
gauge
for
that
day
you
want
some
git
back
While
we
sprayin'
all
you
niggas
sayin'
git
back
Duck
down
nigga,
now,
what
now
nigga?
You
was
talking
plenty
shit
but
you
ain't
tough
now
nigga
Hey,
you
don't
know
the
click,
I
gotta
enough
wild
niggas
That'll
hit
you
then
drive
you
to
another
town
nigga
Dig
a
hole
throw
you
in
it
for
a
half
a
brick
a
blow
Man,
rappin'
and
movin'
is
all
you
niggas
know
(Swear
to
God)
these
niggas
true
fags,
certified
douche
bags
Cha
ching,
I'm
in
(what?)
bling
my
rims
I
sing
they
spin
But
my
2-9
M's,
they
the
ying
yang
twins
'Cause
they
skeet,
skeet,
skeet
(skeet),
from
the
window
to
the
wall
From
the
ceiling
to
the
floor
with
a
feeling
when
you
ball
Make
your
mom
cling,
I'm
into
don
things
Don
Dom,
Donna
Karan,
Don
Cornelius,
Don
King
(yeah)
But
follow
Jon
Gotti,
Joe
Pesci,
armed
robbery
Hard
body,
body
hard
doggy
fuck
up
your
bodyguard
Dolly
call
us
the
shotty
ma,
y'all
call
up
the
squally
squaw
Prolly
hard,
get
it
all
the
squally
in
the
party
pa
Right
in
the
Hammerstein,
gasoline,
tear
gas
Pepper
seed,
tear
fast,
knight
sticks
tear
ass
Cuff
'em
and
chief
goes,
damn
gun
that
he
reach
for
Hammer
hit
with
the
cheap
blow,
man
its
nothing
I
eat
those
Then
I
piss
off
my
fowl,
I
lay
for
it
Car,
Crib,
credit,
A-1
steak
sauce
I'ma
straight
boss,
great
loft,
great
Porsche
Golf
course,
race
horse,
Aqueduct,
Ray
Soft
And
I
make
one
call
to
get
the
pussy
poppin'
Call
your
girl,
pop
that
pussy
wanna
pussy
pop
And
a
hoochie
split
it,
doogie
hit
it,
booby
hit
it
Her
booby
want
her
back
the
coochie,
play
saluchi
wit'
it
Booby
at
this
thing,
damn
he
all
moody
with
it
She
ain't
all
that
in
that
car
I
say
Suzuki
civic
I
make
a
movie
with
it
just
to
get
my
point
across
(then
what?)
Dog
hand
cuffin'
god
damn
join
the
force
(gosh)
Mommy,
come
join
the
boss
(stick
what?)
Stick
your
tongue
out
and
Toing
a
toing
a
toing
on
my
dick
'til
your
voice
get
hoarse
Once
again
I
gotta
tell
you
that
the
boys
are
coarse
I
employ
the
force,
half
a
mil'
on
lawyer
cost
(this,
killa,
killa!)
![Cam'ron feat. T.I. - Diplomats, Vol. 5](https://pic.Lyrhub.com/img/f/t/p/w/mpNomOwpTf.jpg)
1 Intro
2 Freestyle
3 Halftime Show
4 Killa Cam
5 Diamonds and Pearls
6 Long Time Coming
7 Dead Muthafuckas
8 Shut the Fuck Up
9 Picture Perfect
10 Get Em' Girls
11 Cake Off
12 To the Top
13 Royalty
14 Around My Way
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