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 [Introduction juelz santana and cam'ron] 
Never thought they'd see this again 
Here we go! 
Killa cam in the building 
Dipset! 
You know what it is 
My man a-trak 
I feel something epic, no homo 
[Verse 1 cam'ron] 
Man, I'm that nigga, y'all, I ain't even lying 
I'm running fashion, man, I ain't even trying 
I see these fuckboys hating on me 
Been in the crib three years, they still waiting on me 
But I'm done with the frontin', I'm popping trunk and pressing the button 
No stunting, I'm dumping and pumping the pump 
Somethin' to this chump, have him crying like onions 
With a gun I am gifted, back up before I will happily lift it 
Popping a cap in the back of your cap 
Lift up your hat, my astro's malicious 
Mommy backed up and said she see the difference 
'You're mature, handsome, mixed with a lot of ignance' 
Dick in her intestines 'bout to poke her chitlins 
Call me 2 chainz's drummond, say my strokes are different 
I'm different, you beating 
What you doing after this, bitch? I'm leaving 
Adios, vamonos 
I fuck your mama, word to mama, keep your mama close 
[Hook juelz santana] 
Uh, I know you miss this 
It's still dipset, you dipshits 
Stay fly, don't get your bitch hit 
Stay gripped, don't get your shit split 
Uh, still push it and get it off 
Nigga, we just cut from a different cloth 
Uh, I know you miss this 
Still dipset, you dipshits 
[Verse 2 cam'ron] 
Man, fuck a magazine, don't care what you cowards read 
Don't gotta wonder, we like wonder with our bread 
Money, respect, don't forget the power, dread 
Had this one girl squirting like a showerhead 
Nine on the waist, eighty keys in the trunk 
Stamp on the dope, eighty degrees of funk 
Reebok money, eighty degrees in the pumps 
Lookin' for me? top floor suite of the trump, baby 
Cause of stupidity, send fire, humidity 
No one here is sick of me, got the gift, no christmas tree 
Get the shovels, y'all, everyone digging me 
I'm back to the future, still making history 
[Hook juelz santana] 
Uh, I know you miss this 
It's still dipset, you dipshits 
Stay fly, don't get your bitch hit 
Stay gripped, don't get your shit split 
Uh, still push it and get it off 
Nigga, we just cut from a different cloth 
Uh, I know you miss this 
Still dipset, you dipshits 
[Outro dame dash] 
I feel like rapping on this shit 
First off, my name is dame dash 
And I want to talk for a second if you don't mind 
Let me just say one thing I am from harlem 
And I'm back outside. and you know what that means? 
That means people eat. cause I'm a harlem nigga 
And that's what we do. that means when we walk 
In the room, nobody's safe. you 'bout to feel that, pause 
Harlem sticks together. so if you feeling like number one 
Get ready to be number two, cause we back 
What's that shit y'all be saying? fool's gold! 
Aight? 'bout to party, I might pop bottles 
Might have to see champagne dame! 
 			
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