40 Cal Lyrics - Diplomatic Immunity Ii - Diplomats

[40 Caliber] 

Aiyo, the heat do spray 

Oh dough, too cheap, toupee 

I just blow his wig off like a C2K 

I don't care what ya people say 

When ya whole team fags, call your crew B2Gay 

What you know about Couversier and the Denali gray 

Halle Berry, Halle Robertson, that's how a holiday 

I play the dotty way, bring it where ya mommy stay 

See the gun, put ya hands up like hip hop hooray 

I'm a Dr. Dre, stacks is high 

Niggaz comin' at me wrong, and I ask 'em why 

And they don't have the right answer, like Allen I. 

Then put ya hands between ya legs, kiss ya ass goodbye 

And get ya, squad aware, Harlem's here 

And if we ain't got Roc on, we got Rob 'Em Wear 

Cardiare, army's, safari gear 

With coke, will line up more heads than a barber chair 

Them my fiend niggaz 

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[Chorus 2x: 40 Caliber] 

This is 40 Cal., and the forty thou' 

Every forty miles and running, screaming shorty wild 

Laugh, flows, crack on the stove 

When you hear that 4-0, act like you know 

[40 Caliber] 

40, I can show you how to get a mean stack 

Supply you with crack that'll get your fiends back 

Trust me, so keep talking and get ya team clapped 

Gun smoking so much, it need a nicotine patch 

And I'mma chain smoker, you got a chain, I smoke ya 

Throw 'em on the M track, that's how I train doja's 

Broke niggaz lie and steal, I leave 'em lyin' still 

You got a watch, you dead, that's time to kill 

It ain't right and when I show 'em the iron pills 

I'mma bomb threat, you just a little fire drill 

I buy out deals, why? 'cause I rhyme reals 

So don't think it's millions, when I hit you with the 9 mil' 

I'm like a mind field, niggaz scared to step to me 

Drop two freestyles, already want the best of me 

See what the Roc cooking up, this the recipe 

Dipset Byrdgang, told you, consectively 

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[Chorus 2x] 

[40 Caliber] 

Touch my jewels, niggaz love to palm a grenade 

My gun hold twelve shells, like a carton of eggs 

Ya'll know dudes from Harlem get paid 

But I ain't talk about money, when it cost you an arm and a leg 

Sparking up haze in the Garcia Veg', have you cleaning my house 

That's the one way ya squad'll be me 

Sparkin' the gaze, like barbers that fade 

I turn ya head to the Red Sea, and I put a part in ya waves 

I'm why niggaz smoke a carton a day, I blow ya father way 

Just to make you go, farther away 

'cause in my hood, you try to floss fresher than Manny 

You be sweet Vicks like the cough medicine candy 

You mad my tom' heavy and fancy 

Your money come in light bills, like ConEdison family 

Tuck whammies in a mini hoster, so when I hit you with the grand slam 

Fuck Sammy, call me Semi Sosa 

[Chorus 2x]