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

I'm up in Harlem to put it down wit my muthafuckin'
Dipset, bitch, a to muthafuckin' NY, nigga
You already what it is, Bankhead
C-Rod, Hustle, Diplomats
You don't like it? Kill nigga, let's go

night, straight white fa' ya' base pipe
No mo' quarter O, get ya' right
rock, black glock kept it waist height
It hit ya'' mug you imagine what ya' face like

Pie', I'm tellin' you guys
You want wit us, well who the fucks preparin' you guys?
We sparin' you guys, get buried
What you rushin' fa'? Act like you in a to die

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

A town down straight pounds of dro'
Still deal if you want 10 or mo'
Pimp Squad, Dipset, I know ya' heard
If we you a bitch, you deserved it, hoe

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

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

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

Lookin' fa' hoes to pound, ya' hoochie spot
Lookin' fa' hoochies hot to get they popped
I the titty bars, I love my niggaz, pa
Dipset, Squad, yo, let's 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 that
What up Jones? Dipset,

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

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

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

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