make your own dipset verse // volume one Options

[yo pusha]

AYE! I rap for the dips
I stack for the dips
Yall laugh at the Dips
I pop caps at ya cliques
My neck is frozen (AYE)
My chest is frozen (OH)
Goo Goo Ga Ga
I'll put your Head in the Ocean
I move this crack i move it move it
i do beyonce i do it do it
pop at jayz i shoot it shoot it
almost got carjacked but im still crusin crusin
your team is losin losin
in paris with susan susan
blaaaat blaaaat blaaat blaaaat
yes im still shootin shootin

[*Statistik*]

DIPSHIT! AYE!

I rap for the money AYE!
In the streets, what my homies say?
Pushin triggers up (AYE)
Drinkin liquor cups (OH)
I bring what I need for ya
Easy like I make it for ya
Pissin on ya career hov yup yup
And "be" be like ohh cam sup sup
I'm in the streets flowin flowin
My whip keeps goin goin
He still ain't showin showin
Declaring war like it's dopin dopin

AYE!!!!!!!!!!!! HARLEM!!!!!!!!

[fameONE]

Lets do this (KILLA!) P**sy ass niggas (A!) Time to murder these niggas...

Ooby, kooby, karooby, booty, she blew me, damn/(Oh!)
Groovy, boobie, and doobies, who me? I'm Killa Cam/(A!)
My set is the Dips, I rock purple on the regular tip/(Killa!)
Wit' extra clips, I got that piff, or that white if you wantin' a sniff/(DipSet!)
If them girls want it, then (I'll holla), I got sizzurp, just say (I'll holla)
The models follow, wallow and swallow the killa/(Chyea!)
I sell the snow but stay warm rockin' Chinchilla/(A!)

[*nightmare4taki*]

These ladies all want contact//
To see me clear they need contacts//
Luey Duey and Huey, I guess this is ducktales//
I hit it from behind and f*ck~tales//
Its Killa Cam and the Dipset//
It gets Illa man when you with the dipset//
Lock and Load, time to rock and roll//
My flow is fire, stop drop and roll//

[yo pusha]

while i hum, these birds peck at my d*ck
tell them its not a rap audition, you wont get cash if you spit (AYEEEEEEEE)
im from the pack called the dips
back on some spectacular shit (like what?)
stackin them chips
yall actin with scripts (so?)
we back on the strip
yelling pass me the spliff
i get the fiends fiending (and?)
i get your team screaming (WHOA)
i get mr bean beaning, steven ding dinging (no homo)
and mase might be a pastor but he got some mean demons

[wayne]

yo, dipset, lets get this goin', freaky zeeky put me on. ok

(dipset dipset dipset *sped up sample*)

yo, yo, yo
i go in circles and circles,
leave you purple purple
birdgang, do dat thang dipset got bets, yo
they got me dc, but bet it, im fre see me,
purps up, laffy taffy, they say im tacky daddy, girls get a me
spin around and then they be laughin at me
yeah yeah yeah
freaky zeeky put me on with the track
and like dat lil nigga hov change clothes and im back
that aint a shot to hte lil nigga hov, he aint rappin so i guess he seelin clothes
make a comeback, and we done that your mouth closed
im on the mixtapes with grip tape, come in we been ate, hit the club around 8
jim jones commin on to the flow, about 100 thousand when we flow at the show
and..
i like my pancakes with syrup, only if its maple got the gun shootin' staples
dipset eyar remember tha name, next year takin' over the game

AYE!!!!

[*nightmare4taki*]

Look at this gun in my hand//
You can pon de river like elphant man//
Beep Beep, hop in my new jeep//
Mami wants me to go more deep//
WOOT WOOT WOOT , hooty hooooooooo What the f*ck//
BOOT BOOT BOOT, do what I dooooooo Im coming up//

[*Statistik*]

it's anotha one!
killa! cam!
im backkkkkk!!! dipsettt...aye!!!

You see the fitted cocked on my head
Leaving you blast until ya dead
yeah n***** you see, naw you see?
It's all about harlem, and y'all bitches can see
I got the club yelling what?
Got the kitchen smelling pot
You see the chicks playin, n***** payin
Make bread, make dough
It low, oh so...

[AcrylicuZ]

We'll killa nigga fasta than a chinchilla in da winta//
It ain't winta so i cant killa chinchilla fasta than a nigga//
it's so cold out ide you coulda thought it was winta//
tha diplomats so hard when we hit you get a splinta//
we spit hot fire you can call us dragons//
fire breathing evil scheming spit so quick we ain't laggin//
we repeat rhymes like how mike jone repeats his name//
money, cars, weed, smoke, it's all in tha game//
i'm talkin bout the game, rap game, rap, not rapper//
thats may sound confusing so you'll have to decipher//

[*nightmare4taki*]

Take that, shake that, break that//(yop),
I got money, you can't make that//
Dippity do da what a wonderful day//(Ay!)
High like space, .45 on waist//
Tat tat tat, here come shots//(boom!)
Splat splat splat, give your girl come~shots//
I'm approaching Capo Status//
Im one Bad ass//
Aye here I come, put me to the test//
And me, Human Crack in the flesh (flesh)//(flesh)
I'm the last of the best // (best)
One word to describe me (what), spectacular, YES!//
Yes the KId is back//
I am Crack//
Squalie, wally wooooooooo, guess who//
Dipset to VIP, let us through//

[yo pusha]

i rap and i rap
i stack and i stack
blaaaat blaaaaat blaaaaaat
i am the crack of the crack
im baaaaaaack with the hammers
clap at ya bammas
santana the flow is like attacking bananas
strapped with the cameras
i spit with a clique of cliques
that spit and spit, omit a d**k
lick and lick, make chicks strip and strip
like fabolous every tit for tit
goddamn im ill

[*not_your_average*]

uhh...does this mean we create a really wack verse or something? idk.

i can't rap at all//
in this thread i feel small//
unsure and confused//
what am i doing dude?//

uh, yeah. ._.

[yo pusha]

you know dipset... camron.. juelz.. hell rell.. 40 cal.. jr writer.. jim jones..

mainly camron and juelz, they have a particular way of rapping.. they tend to repeat words multiple times and rhyme the same words like juelz says in "santanas town"

Hang with gangs, that hang and bang
Animals, arrangatangs, hammers move, bangers bang

Kamakazi, nazi, nazi, copy papi
I'm a baller baller
you're not at all a baller
That's why I scored your daughter
left her home, call her, call her

ya dig?

[De112]

DIPSET AYE ALREADY, turn it up//

I'm real'a real'a than trill villa's neva eva//
Even real'a than a get on my leva//
Don't pop a lean, check the screen and move the steam// (YUH!)
We foldin' green, than origami on caffine//
This is a movie, so move me, or you will get clapped//
This ain't a rap, just a track, so get yo's wrapped//
It's funny, funny, huh hunny, you want muh money// (mmmhmm)
You get no money, my money, cus you don't run me// (it's killa!)

[steezahh]

^ like trillville`s neva eva song.
haha

all i can think of.

aye. imm ahsow you how to twist that wrist.

haha those arent even my works. oh well.


"Make It Work For You"
(feat. Lil Wayne, Young Jeezy)

[Hook]
Boy let me show ya how to make that crack
How to spend that money how to make that back
Girl let me show how to hit that strip
How to get that d**k don't give back lip
Go head do what you do make it work for ya
[repeat 4X]

[Juelz Santana]
Put the coke in the pots whip it over the rocks
Ship it over the blocks it's movin' movin'
I do the damn thang I get a brick, shit
I don't let it sit quick I move the damn thang
I can show you how to mix that shit
How to get that shit how to twist that wrist
I can show you how to get back more
And the shit that you get back is just as raw
Girl I can show you how to hit that Ave
With that big fat ass and go get that cash
But you know you got to give back half
I'm somethin' like a pimp man go get that cash
Boy I don't play when it comes to money
I guess that's why I'm okay when it comes to money
I got two coups a truck and one four door
I can pick up all my hoes and have a one four org

[Hook]
Boy let me show ya how to make that crack
How to spend that money how to make that back
Girl let me show how to hit that strip
How to get that d**k don't give back lip
Go head do what you do make it work for ya
[repeat 4X]

[Young Jeezy]
Copped ten sold five then I hide three
Baking soda residue I'm gone with the other two
f**k a magic stick Jeezy got a magic wrist
David Copperfield on the stove all types of shit
Stack it up like Pringles all type of chips
AR-15 all type of clips
G.A. yeah Atlanta
Dipset Harlem World call Santana
Hit Jim on the hip Cam on the celly
We gon' call Ace I get 'em for R.Kelly
That's seventeen a chicken I know the birdman
140th and Lenix I know the birdgang

[Hook]
Boy let me show ya how to make that crack
How to spend that money how to make that back
Girl let me show how to hit that strip
How to get that d**k don't give back lip
Go head do what you do make it work for ya
[repeat 4X]

[Lil Wayne]
Ugh, you can smell it through the wrapper
That's that shit nigga sit it in a pamper
I still got two sittin' in the hamper
I let 'em sit and air out or else you on them dampers
My lil brother got piff on them campers
We call him the N.O. capo
New Orleans that's what we ride for
We got Cash Money on the table layin' underneath the flo'
Shit it's like I got a pan how I heat the flo'
Aye but I really got a pan when I hit the blo
Shit aye this beat is so
motherf**kin' G.I. Joe and the hydro
Got me high I can't see where I go
When the rap stop movin' you just follow the coke
When your bitch start choosin' she gon' ride wit a pro
I'ma have that hoe swallowin' coke
Birdman Jr

[Hook]
Boy let me show ya how to make that crack
How to spend that money how to make that back
Girl let me show how to hit that strip
How to get that d**k don't give back lip
Go head do what you do make it work for ya
[repeat 4X]

[*nightmare4taki*]

I am back, I still am Crack//
Im like Nicole Richie, I make you lean Back//
I got Range and accuracy like MJ when I shoot shots// (Shots)
When I shoot fire, you cats come up out your reebocks//
You can stand and watch, I don't need your help//
Because when I shoot, you will be saying helllllppppppppp!!!!!!//(oh)
When I speak I make points//
You will never see the rock, Im Kobe and I make points//(damnnn)
Don't look up, here comes the shots//
If its a brick, I still rebound from shots//
I ain't 50 cent, I got Bills and I put in my 2 cents//
Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick Tock, It makes sense//
You messing with Killa Cam and the Birdgang//
This is for my Hooli gang gang gang//
When I shoot , you might go down//
Your best chance of survival is to run like Chris Brown//

[*Trapstar*]

CRACK music
Boop boop the deep deep
The money I keep
You can't mess with me, this is crack in the flesh
You don't wanna fight, you don't wanna mesh

[bxzprincessalind...]

lmao this wuz funny 2 read