Lletres: Diplomats. Diplomatic Immunity. Casa.

Killa what's really good my nigga
Un casa what's really good
What's really good flee
Yo, what's really good
I got ta get on this album
I just signed ta Diplomat yesterday
What's really good

I mean, I mean the album is done I mean
You know you on the next joint you on my album
I mean what's really good I mean you good you know
But naw but what's really good I'm in the studio now
It's a beat out there it's fire
What's really good I need ta get on this album
I can't be late man what you mean

I can't, I mean I turned the album in cas
What you really want me ta do
Naw call that nigga dame
Tell him it's another joint man what's really good
Dame what's really good man
Call him right now what's really good what's really good

You know what
I'ma put the beat up 'cause you did sign yesterday
I'ma put you on before we even get the album started
It better be fire I mean what's really good
What's really good you know I got that piff
What's really, really, really, really, really good

Ayo Guru put something up matta fact
What's really good
Ayo, Guru you got tha beat up
Dipset
Good, ayo
Taliban bitch
I got tha beat up
Killa

You better spit too man
Casa I'm in here man
You made me go through all this shit mother fucker
You better spit that shit
Diplomats Jim Jones Santana Freekey
Ayo brazzy what's really good

It's a shame how I rap so bananas, it's Mr. Two-Gun un
Mother fuckers better cock back them hammers
You might catch me in the drop blowin' pop wit Santana
The hawk on me's not from Atlanta

It's just the father to the glocks in the hamper
Look in the rear view the cops in the camera
I flow hot like blocks down in Tampa
And leave you dead pop shot from them glammers

And go down south and rock wit them bamas
And come back in the Porsche color hot banana
Vanilla coat seats piper made by Tropicana
Speakers do the wop rims do the macerana

This is Taliban Dipset Rocafella
It ain't nuthin' for two-gun ta pop a fella
Killa signed me now I got the mozerella
I promised hell rell un cas gone rock forever

What's really good flee what's really good
Aiight flee I mean that, that, that's what's really good, I can't front
Well what's really good can I finish
I mean, I mean what's really good hold up two-gun
I'ma let you finish I mean what's really really good now

What's really good
I mean what's really good
No what's really good
I mean you did your thing I'm wit you what's really good
Let's finish up let's right what's really good

Yo I'm living in tha equinox niggaz eat wit glocks
Enough steel it'll cease the block add yeast to increase the rock
I got knowledge that can teach my pops
Watch my pockets increase ta knots

Play the low so I speak ta cops
Walk the beat in my bop an my beef and Broncs
Ice in my piece an watch
Ain't too many niggaz that can reach the top or speak this hot

Peep this pop I leave you not
I rhyme over beats wit the meanest drops
And teens'll flock, seen my spot an seen my props
Red when you seen the cops got your wife suckin' Siemen cock

I'ma Taliban lyrical monster, they'll shout the city I conqour
White ice cinnamon parker Al Quiada's most vividest author
Hundred thou just ta glitter the charm up
Forty fifth sides prettiest monster

The truck look like the city of tonka
Dame here ta say this nigga is bonkers
Whoa far as tha flow I'm the realest nigga spittin' it
Niggaz talk hustle game but I'm really gettin' it

Anything I want and need nigga I'm gettin' it
745 Gucci top wit tha stick in it
The ice is so clear like the shit fishes swimmin' in
I ain't Diddy y'all but I'm strictly for the Benjamins

I'm tha boss I ain't dealin' wit you middle men
'Bout ta cop a Yukon white made in cinnamon
Niggaz get y'all fuckin' car gamed up
Diplomats that's what's really fuckin' good