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

[Hell
Now...
If we was playing pro-ball, every I'd be slamming 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 on 'em, blammed it on 'em, 'til I jammed it on 'em
I got some A-rab's hitting me coke
And when we on the phone we be speaking in codes
A is an ounce, a kufi is a brick
Tell him I need 5 kufis, and meet me on the
I know "Stafalla", but I'm tryna cop some cars
Run up in the that's popping and cop the bar
And everything I is garbage to me
You where I be faggot, bring the drama to me
I'm nigga, Bush'll pay homage 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 need no Cam
I don't need you Jim, Juelz I got niggaz
I don't care if they small or some stocky
I just grace 'em then 'em, I forgot these niggaz....
they name again?....What they claim again?
Yeah these faggots hated, cause I'm rappers favorite
You so I got you assasinated
Shoot 'em up, bang bang, bullets in his Red
Thought he was a Nah, he a dead monkey

[Hook 2X:
WE BLASTIN' BIG (TECS!)
CASHIN' BIG (CH-CHING!)
TALKING RIGHT?....I AIN'T HEARD SHIT YET! (NOPE!)
WE'LL LEAVE THE FLOODED, AND HIS BITCH 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 dealing How you feeling 'ock? (how you feel?)
My floors come up, walls spin, drop (DROP!)

Not the crib that's the car when I or not (not a house)
a partition....bath, bar, kitchen
Yeah, pa' shittin (shitting), they say y'all (YES WE DID!)
Every car driven....yeah from living (hard living)
Hang with Mariah, the night with Vivica
Every asking Cam "what you did with her"? (did with her?)
friends dog, "word to eveerything"?
YES, word to everything now focus on this heavy
Eat at Reyo's....Fettucini, things
heavy so fuck being some petty king (fuck all that)
Can't be nice right? Can't be
I stab a bitch ice, "Nancy Kerrigan"
Slash Tonya Harding, see the 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 a mill
Earrings another 3 quarter mill, you ought to