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[Intro: Hell
Yea this like a movie right here
fuck it, here go the soundtrack!
& Gunsmoke! DIPSET!

[Hell
Now...
If we was playing pro-ball, every game I'd be on 'em
on my competition, yeah Duke I'm standing on them
I ran up on 'em, pussy ain't his hammer on him
pulled the cannon on 'em, it on 'em, 'til I jammed it on 'em
I got some hitting me with coke
And when we on the phone we be speaking in some
A camel is an ounce, a is a brick
Tell him I 5 kufis, and meet me on the strip
Yeah I know "Stafalla", but I'm tryna cop cars
Run up in the club popping and cop the bar
And everything I is garbage to me
You know I be faggot, bring the drama to me
I'm Presidential nigga, pay homage to me
I'm putting in alot of work man a G....
Yes, yes, a G I am, holla if you need grams
I'm off by myself I don't need no Cam
I need you Jim, Juelz I got these niggaz
I don't care if they small or some niggaz
I just 'em then erase 'em, I forgot these niggaz....
What they name again?....What they again?
these faggots hated, cause I'm they rappers favorite
You so I got you assasinated
Shoot 'em up, bang bang, bullets in his Red
Thought he was a gorilla? Nah, he a dead

[Hook 2X:
WE BLASTIN' BIG (TECS!)
BIG CHECKS (CH-CHING!)
NIGGA'S RIGHT?....I AIN'T HEARD SHIT YET! (NOPE!)
WE'LL LEAVE THE DUDE FLOODED, AND HIS WET (WET)
AND THE GO....."LOOK DAD DIPSET!"

DIIIIPSET!
If was football, I'd be scoring touchdowns (TOUCHDOOOWN!)
It's the circus though, I see tough clowns (clowns)
I don't need you Rell (nope), nor Da God (no Duke)
No 40 or J.R, I go hard (stupid hard!)
What you dealing pops? How you feeling (how you feel?)
My floors up, walls spin, ceiling drop (DROP!)

Not the crib the car when I wheel or not (not a house)
Plus a partition....bath, bar,
Yeah, pa' shittin (shitting), they say didn't (YES WE DID!)
Every car driven....yeah from hard (hard living)
with Mariah, spent the night with Vivica
Every tabloid Cam "what you did with her"? (did with her?)
Just dog, "word to eveerything"?
YES, word to everything now focus on heavy bling
Eat at Reyo's....Fettucini, things
Cheddy heavy so fuck being some petty (fuck all that)
Can't be nice Can't be arrogant
I stab a over ice, "Nancy Kerrigan"
Slash Tonya Harding, see the mobbing
You don't us right? We got ya momma boppin' (true)
She look like Amy Fisher, "don't the be bigger"? (usually)
a baby mama car you can't game me nigga
My Royce a mill, chain a half a mill
another 3 quarter mill, you ought to chill