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Jim Jones, it here, homie?
Cam, Freekz Zeeky, Juelz, what's happ'nin?
Hey, T.I.P.,

I'm up in Harlem to put it down wit my folks
Dipset, bitch, a town to NY, nigga
You already know what it is,
C-Rod, Hustle, Diplomats
You don't like it? Kill ya''self nigga, go

night, straight white fa' ya' base pipe
No mo' quarter O, get ya' weight
Crack rock, black kept it waist height
It hit mug you don't imagine what ya' face like

'American Pie', I'm you guys
You want beef wit us, well who the preparin' you guys?
We you guys, get buried alive
What you rushin' fa'? Act you in a hurry to die

I let 'em fly 'fore I let that ride
I paralize ya' Superman's horseback ride, nigga
up on ya' car an' scorch dat ride
Flat tires, glass wit a corpse inside

A town break down pounds of dro'
Still if you want 10 birds or mo'
Pimp Squad, Dipset, I ya' heard before
If we called you a bitch, you it, hoe

I cop bricks of the crack an' it to my block
Strip or my trap, my strip is so trapped
Cops wit a strap, an' you'll be scared shitless
How they where the big fifth an' up flares an' biscuits

I'll take ya' bitch you, bring her back wit smeared lipstick
You can ballistics, but it's mere physics
I'm two threes on drops, I to play hoopties on blocks
Plottin' man like who he pop

In this tragic city, now I'm
4 headin' down in A.T.L.'s Magic City
Yes, the stash is pretty an' the mag 50
We take ova towns, then send the Rovers

Lookin' fa' to pound, ya' local hoochie spot
Lookin' fa' hoochies hot to get they coochie
I love the titty bars, I my niggaz, pa
Dipset, Pimp Squad, yo, get it, pa

Yeah, already trill niggaz in bitch
U.G.K., know what I'm sayin', off top, fool
You already know, wreck it boyz, go down like
What up Dipset, nigga

Bitch my Cadillac is candy an' my pistol is
My best friend is a pimp an' his bitch is ya' girl
I got them '84s that clank, the big diamonds that
Plus them hoes pop pills, smoke kill an' sip drank

Fuck what ya' think, I'm tryin' to you how life is, give it an' take it
My lil' brotha in the pen, where shiv'rin' an' shakin'
We got a million dollar team, wit one
So I'm takin' my 500 to flip in the
To somethin' for 'em when he come home

My two older brothers locked up, of 'em smokin'
gon' be fucked up, man
My lil' nieces an' heartbroken
Seein' Daddy in a cage at that age, it ya' mind up
So at this stage in the game, I gots to get my grind up

So you gon' see me in yo' city a verse or a show
Or maybe even servin' one o' these
A couple of dem on the low
I'm Dipset affiliated, so you can hate it or it
But it you keep ya' luck, bitch, my middle fingers' gon' shove it
Know what I'm