Diplomats – I Love You

Diplomats – I Love You Lyrics

Artist: Diplomats
Song: I Love You

Yuh dip set, n#gg#
Luca, f#ck with your boy
Santana, f#ck with your boy
You know, I’m feelin’ like Rocky again

My reason to fight
People say my theories is backwards
I tell them, sincerely, it’s clearly, you hearing me backwards
I tell ’em I’m great, but still I need practice

I tell them to wait, go and comeback quick
They don’t understand me
It’s not logic, I’m not logic, I got problems
I worship the late prophet, the great Muhammad Ali

For the words that he spoke, that stung like a bee
Soaked into me, you f#cker’s will see
But still I’m insane, I’m rod man, dealing my brain
I’m grinding sharing my pain, sh#t, where is the fame

My n#gg#z, they still rhyming, still in the game
Still grindin’, still dealing the cane
Still cockin’ sh#t at your brain
Homie, I still smell the rotten people that lay

Down in ground zero, forgotten, left in for days
Probably left there to stay, left to decay
Broken pieces of towers, left in their graves
I pray let them be saved, till then, that’s just a suggestion I make

You follow me homie, listen, I subjected my ways
To cocaine, weapons that spray, at your face m#th*rf#ck*r
It’s Santana the great m#th*rf#ck*r, in the place m#th*rf#ck*r
Stay away motherf#cka ’cause I’m headed

Straight to the top motherf#cka Diplomat Taliban
Slash rock motherf#cka
Oh yeah, I do this for my block motherf#cka
D train, Al Gator, pop motherf#cka

Young drugs, young twins, Shiest Bug
The n#gg#z I love, my n#gg#z, my thugs
Now, come f#ck with your boy
Jones, killa, Freaky, come f#ck with your boy, whoa

It’s Santana again n#gg#, no bandanas just him n#gg#
In the flesh motherf#cka, like
Yeah, I can pass this, yo man I got to get this out
Let’s do it my n#gg#, it’s touch my heart right here n#gg#

Go
I seen it time, business and friendship
Well f#ck it, friendships get ended, business attended
Clips get extended lawyers get called, accountants get faxed

That was my man, well I wish that he meant it, f#ck it
It’s been a long time, hearin’ the mobsters
This ain’t overnight, it’s years in the process
Shed a tear in the process, now process is over

All my n#gg#z get prepared for the Oscars
Back to the block, sharing a lobster
Morris Malone, Sam Malone, preparing the vodka, holla
Hallelujah, no hum-du Allah, but respecting my Aki

He held me down, when it was getting real Rocky
Hustling, isn’t a hobby
I sit in the lobby, look at my ovie, have visions of Gotti
Visions of lotties, pictures of blood, scenes of L

I wanna see my son, piss in that potty
Jimmy, I’m going to make sure your wrist is real Rocky
See my plans are for long term like Mr. Miyagi
Wax on, wax off, put our wax on, take that wack off

Over some nights, I had fights over the white
The roads to the lows, I knows what it’s like
Now, n#gg#z career over like Mike anyone
Tyson, Jordan, Jackson, it’s over

This sh#t right here touched my soul, man
My grandmother or something, 56 bless her soul
Apartment 56 that is, 101, west 140th Street
Rest in peace Liddiah Giles, blood shed

Let’s get our sh#t now
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Release Year: 2003