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

[Hell
Now...
If we was playing pro-ball, game I'd be slamming on 'em
Step on my competition, yeah Duke I'm standing on
I ran up on 'em, pussy have his hammer on him
the cannon on 'em, blammed it on 'em, 'til I jammed it on 'em
I got A-rab's hitting me with coke
And when we on the phone we be speaking in codes
A camel is an ounce, a is a brick
Tell him I need 5 kufis, and 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 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 man acknowledge a G....
Yes, yes, a G I am, if you need some grams
I'm poppin off by myself I don't no Cam
I don't need you Jim, I got these niggaz
I don't if they small or some stocky niggaz
I grace 'em then erase 'em, I forgot these niggaz....
they name again?....What they claim again?
Yeah these faggots hated, cause I'm they favorite
You procrastinated so I got you
'em up, bang bang, bullets in his Red Monkey's
Thought he was a gorilla? Nah, he a dead

[Hook 2X:
WE BLASTIN' BIG (TECS!)
CASHIN' BIG (CH-CHING!)
NIGGA'S TALKING RIGHT?....I AIN'T 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 touchdowns (TOUCHDOOOWN!)
the circus though, I see some tough clowns (clowns)
I don't need you (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, spin, ceiling drop (DROP!)

Not the crib that's the car when I or not (not a house)
a partition....bath, bar, kitchen
Yeah, pa' (shitting), they say y'all didn't (YES WE DID!)
car driven....yeah from hard living (hard living)
Hang with Mariah, 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 this heavy
Eat at Reyo's....Fettucini, Spaghetti
Cheddy heavy so being some petty king (fuck all that)
Can't be nice Can't be arrogant
I stab a bitch ice, "Nancy Kerrigan"
Tonya Harding, see the mobster's mobbing
You like us right? We got ya momma boppin' (true)
She look like Amy Fisher, "don't the be bigger"? (usually)
That's a baby mama car you game me nigga
My a quarter mill, chain a half a mill
another 3 quarter mill, you ought to chill