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

[Hell
Now...
If we was playing pro-ball, every game I'd be on 'em
Step on my competition, yeah Duke I'm on them
I ran up on 'em, pussy ain't his hammer on him
pulled the cannon on 'em, blammed it on 'em, I jammed it on 'em
I got some A-rab's hitting me with
And we on the phone we be speaking in some codes
A camel is an ounce, a kufi is a
Tell him I need 5 kufis, and me on the strip
Yeah I know "Stafalla", but I'm tryna cop some
Run up in the club that's and cop the bar
And I hear is garbage to me
You where I be faggot, bring the drama to me
I'm Presidential nigga, Bush'll pay 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 poppin off by I don't need no Cam
I don't need you Jim, Juelz I got these
I don't if they small or some stocky niggaz
I just grace 'em then erase 'em, I forgot niggaz....
they name again?....What they claim again?
Yeah these faggots hated, cause I'm rappers favorite
You procrastinated so I got you
Shoot 'em up, bang, bullets in his Red Monkey's
he was a gorilla? Nah, he a dead monkey

[Hook 2X:
WE BLASTIN' BIG (TECS!)
CASHIN' BIG (CH-CHING!)
NIGGA'S TALKING RIGHT?....I HEARD SHIT YET! (NOPE!)
WE'LL LEAVE THE DUDE FLOODED, AND HIS WET (WET)
AND THE GO....."LOOK DAD DIPSET!"

DIIIIPSET!
If this was football, I'd be scoring (TOUCHDOOOWN!)
It's the circus though, I see some tough (clowns)
I need you Rell (nope), nor Duke Da God (no Duke)
No 40 or J.R, I go hard (stupid hard!)
What you pops? How you feeling 'ock? (how you feel?)
My floors come up, walls spin, ceiling (DROP!)

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