Huge Nas fan here, and always looked at the Dips like blasphemy. However, this track is amongst a handful of Dipset tracks I can't front on. Perfect beat, perfect imperfect rhyming= classic music.
Dipset "Ground Zero" appreciation
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I just caught a chill.... remembering the good old days.
They were like brothers man.
NigerianDonDada
FFOE
miss those days.
GetInTheTruck
Member
movement music 
Dipset used to make that triumph street music man soundtrack to my childhood/early teens , ain't no movement no more them shyts be manufactured in the board rooms now .
, ain't no movement no more them shyts be manufactured in the board rooms now .
pointproven214
i speak facts not emotions
[Juelz Santana]
Yo, yo I speak pain, I spit power, talk courage, breathe flowers
Follow me thru the debri of these towers, the rain, the sleet, the street showers
Don't get caught up when the street showers
When the guns rain, the clips pour, the soldiers grip fours, then begin war
Come on, it's Santana the Great
Tie 'em up, bandana his face, hammer his face, fukker
I'm trying to get my act together, in the booth now trying to get my rap together
You know, I got to fire to heat the street up
Abuse the track, and beat the beat up you know?
You already know what I'm about homie
I'm young I'm focused I'm just coming out homie
You can go by what you hear through word of mouth homie
Or step out of line, Cam betting the house on me
You know I ain't stopping yet
You know my album ain't done, it ain't dropping yet
I'm in the mist of a bidding war
And we need two milli more just to move in the door, shyt
Yo, yo I speak pain, I spit power, talk courage, breathe flowers
Follow me thru the debri of these towers, the rain, the sleet, the street showers
Don't get caught up when the street showers
When the guns rain, the clips pour, the soldiers grip fours, then begin war
Come on, it's Santana the Great
Tie 'em up, bandana his face, hammer his face, fukker
I'm trying to get my act together, in the booth now trying to get my rap together
You know, I got to fire to heat the street up
Abuse the track, and beat the beat up you know?
You already know what I'm about homie
I'm young I'm focused I'm just coming out homie
You can go by what you hear through word of mouth homie
Or step out of line, Cam betting the house on me
You know I ain't stopping yet
You know my album ain't done, it ain't dropping yet
I'm in the mist of a bidding war
And we need two milli more just to move in the door, shyt
General Mills
More often than not I tend to take that L.
Welcome to ground zero!!!!!!
When I beef, visions are gutter
Kids clapping, kidnappings, heard her missing a brother
I'm hitting your sister, you kissing your mother
The shyt is disgustya
Underground with people, lethal, trapped in the desert, surrounded by eagles
Kids clapping, kidnappings, heard her missing a brother
I'm hitting your sister, you kissing your mother
The shyt is disgustya
Underground with people, lethal, trapped in the desert, surrounded by eagles
DontEemTry
Superstar
This was always one of my favorite Dipset joints. Jewelz went all the way in.
pointproven214
i speak facts not emotions
is it or me or juelz santana knew how to rap back then.
TheSickness
I'll be seeing y'all neggas on the streets
Cam's whole verse is just like..............damn.....................
Killa, yo, ya girl told you I'm the man right? (right?)
Well listen to lover
When I beef, visions are gutter
Kids clapping, kidnappings, heard her missing a brother
I'm hitting your sister, you kissing your mother
The shyt'll discust ya
Underground with people, lethal, trapped in the desert, surrounded by eagles
Yeah, I see your bytch is impressed, my kicks is all fresh
This shyt on my chest, by Mitchell and S
I got her opened, hoping she's not, I'd have her crack in her t*ts, coke in her twat
Have her crack up the strip, coke up the block
She'd get cracked up and hit, keep soap in ya sock mami
My girls lay up in suites, a half of cake of week, and masturbate like Tweet
Killa, I be popping the oozies, copping them Coogis, eyes on the drop real droopy
Mair is snoopy, look at your hooptie, rocking the rubies
Hop in the hoochie, popping her coochie
Chill while I'm chasing millions
I'm a baller that would murk you like Jason Williams (uh Huh)
Don't play with villains, vacate the building
Or the apes will come and rape your children
Yeah, it's a kilo to a milligram
I'm still the man, word to Killa Cam (Killa Cam)
Killa, yo, ya girl told you I'm the man right? (right?)
Well listen to lover
When I beef, visions are gutter
Kids clapping, kidnappings, heard her missing a brother
I'm hitting your sister, you kissing your mother
The shyt'll discust ya
Underground with people, lethal, trapped in the desert, surrounded by eagles
Yeah, I see your bytch is impressed, my kicks is all fresh
This shyt on my chest, by Mitchell and S
I got her opened, hoping she's not, I'd have her crack in her t*ts, coke in her twat
Have her crack up the strip, coke up the block
She'd get cracked up and hit, keep soap in ya sock mami
My girls lay up in suites, a half of cake of week, and masturbate like Tweet
Killa, I be popping the oozies, copping them Coogis, eyes on the drop real droopy
Mair is snoopy, look at your hooptie, rocking the rubies
Hop in the hoochie, popping her coochie
Chill while I'm chasing millions
I'm a baller that would murk you like Jason Williams (uh Huh)
Don't play with villains, vacate the building
Or the apes will come and rape your children
Yeah, it's a kilo to a milligram
I'm still the man, word to Killa Cam (Killa Cam)