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

I'm up in Harlem to put it wit my muthafuckin' folks
Dipset, bitch, a town to NY, nigga
You already know what it is,
C-Rod, Hustle, Diplomats
You like it? Kill ya''self nigga, let's go

Late night, straight white fa' ya' pipe
No mo' O, get ya' weight right
Crack rock, black kept it waist height
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 sparin' you guys, get alive
What you rushin' fa'? Act like you in a 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, shattered wit a corpse inside

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My two older brothers locked up, both of 'em
Principal's gon' be 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 to really 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 affiliated, so you can hate it or love it
But it you keep pushin' ya' luck, bitch, my middle fingers' gon' it
what I'm sayin'