Remake to Diplomats - Best Out track.
Chea.
Whas good.
The name is Helmz.
I stay reppin Pittsburgh... 412 ALL day everyday.
I'm workin on my sixth album, iss called Knowledge is Money.
It should be out by the end of October.
Play the music.
The first couple songs are the newest shit.
Get @ me on myspace too.
www.myspace.com/helmzisgod
Story behind the song
Made this $hit a loooooong time ago...
Lyrics
- Verse 1 -
Used to stay wit the dough, now I stay on the beat
But if I keep on the low, I be stayin wit heat
Cats try to bomb me now, Osama style
Army style, AK47 on me pal, it's how we....
Do around here, yall knew around here
Weed we blew around here, got ya movin out yeah
Got all these bitches upset
Just mad cause of the way that I cut checks and fuck em' man I'm lovin it
Bust techs for the fuck of it, neighborhoods duckin quick
Some militant shit homie, pump check ya shit
Dawg I thought you was supposed to be good, boast if you would, most of em' would
I'll leave ya ass in the trunk............ just so you can say that you was close to the hood
And don't wonder, you ain't heard me studder
I'll put that 9 on ya back like it's ya jersey number
Ya rap's is garbage, yeah you flip bricks, when you replantin gardens
- Hook - Bezel
Dipset the Best Out
And Rell he fresh out
Joens the couffe smacker, he bringing them techs out
Sporty-style, 40 Cal he bringing corvettes out
Bezel the beats, but I still show you what fresh bout
You know who shakin the gram it's forty K in the hand
Killa n*gga, what more can I say about Cam?
J.R. the writer of writers
And Santana, back like cooked crack, he even supplyin suppliers
- Verse 2 -
I stay smokin that crack, nah I'm jokin about that
I ain't even hit the surface, I'm just pokin at rap
All ya shit is wack, hang that shit up on the rack
Before I hit ya head so hard it goes right through your back
Droppin shit might get ya to hate me
Yeah you got hard punches, like Mike Tyson when he's 80
Claim you a veteran, while writin you dumb out still
I think I'm allergic to words cause when I spit it comes out ill
Get yaself a bodyguard, watch me aim the shotty towards
Ya body and watch the shots just hit ya damn body hard
I got ya boy, watch me, just calm ya ass down
Fuck paintin, dubbed greatness you'll get masked I'm past clowns
Who's the ass now? Ass clown run out the place
Got homies leanin back while I got the gun in they face
Fuck a gun I'm done, never spittin lies
Touchin my dick is the only time I've ever gripped a nine
- Hook - Bezel
Dipset the Best Out
And Rell he fresh out
Joens the couffe smacker, he bringing them techs out
Sporty-style, 40 Cal he bringing corvettes out
Bezel the beats, but I still show you what fresh bout
You know who shakin the gram it's forty K in the hand
Killa n*gga, what more can I say about Cam?
J.R. the writer of writers
And Santana, back like cooked crack, he even supplyin suppliers
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