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

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

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

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

Some I let 'em fly 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 down straight pounds of dro'
Still if you want 10 birds or mo'
Pimp Squad, Dipset, I know ya' heard
If we called you a bitch, you it, hoe

I cop of the crack an' take it to my block
or my trap, my block strip is so trapped
Cops quick wit a strap, an' you'll be scared
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 compare ballistics, but it's physics
I'm two threes on drops, I used to play hoopties on
man like who he gon' pop

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

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

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

Bitch my is candy an' my pistol is pearl
My best friend is a an' his bottom bitch is ya' girl
I got them '84s that clank, the big diamonds that
Plus them hoes that pop pills, 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 shiv'rin' an'
We got a dollar team, wit one gone
So I'm takin' my 500 to in the game
To have somethin' for 'em he come home

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

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