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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 folks
Dipset, bitch, a town to NY, nigga
You already know it is, Bankhead
C-Rod, Hustle, Diplomats
You don't it? Kill ya''self nigga, let's go

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

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

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

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

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

I'll ya' bitch from you, bring her back wit smeared lipstick
You can compare ballistics, but it's physics
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 an' the mag hold 50
We take ova towns, then send the Rovers

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

Yeah, trill niggaz in this bitch
U.G.K., know what I'm sayin', that's off top,
You already know, it boyz, go down like that
up Jones? Dipset, nigga

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

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

My two older brothers locked up, of 'em smokin'
Principal's gon' be 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 to really get my grind up

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