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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, Grand Hustle,
You don't like it? ya''self nigga, let's go

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

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

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

A town break down straight of dro'
Still deal if you want 10 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' it to my block
Strip or my trap, my block strip is so
quick wit a strap, an' you'll be scared shitless
How where the big fifth an' load up flares an' biscuits

take 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 hoopties on
man like who he gon' pop

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

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

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

Bitch my is candy an' my pistol is pearl
My friend is a pimp 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 ya' think, I'm tryin' to tell you how life is, give it an' take it
My lil' brotha in the pen, where niggaz shiv'rin' an'
We got a million 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' nephew
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 doin' a verse or a
Or maybe even servin' one o' niggaz
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 fingers' gon' shove it
Know I'm sayin'