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

[Hell
Now...
If we was pro-ball, every game I'd be slamming on 'em
Step on my competition, yeah I'm standing on them
I ran up on 'em, pussy ain't have his on him
pulled the cannon on 'em, it on 'em, 'til I jammed it on 'em
I got some A-rab's me with coke
And when we on the phone we be speaking in codes
A camel is an ounce, a is a brick
him I need 5 kufis, and meet me on the strip
Yeah I know "Stafalla", but I'm tryna cop cars
Run up in the that's popping and cop the bar
And everything I is garbage to me
You know where I be faggot, 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 myself I don't no Cam
I don't need you Jim, Juelz I got these
I care if they small or some stocky niggaz
I just 'em then erase 'em, I forgot these niggaz....
What they name again?....What they claim
Yeah these faggots hated, cause I'm they rappers
You so I got you assasinated
Shoot 'em up, bang, bullets in his Red Monkey's
Thought he was a Nah, he a dead monkey

[Hook 2X:
WE BIG TECS (TECS!)
BIG CHECKS (CH-CHING!)
NIGGA'S TALKING RIGHT?....I AIN'T SHIT YET! (NOPE!)
WE'LL THE DUDE 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 Rell (nope), nor Da God (no Duke)
No 40 or J.R, I go stupid (stupid hard!)
What you dealing pops? How you feeling (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 hard living (hard living)
Hang with Mariah, spent the with Vivica
Every tabloid asking Cam "what you did with her"? (did her?)
Just dog, "word to eveerything"?
YES, word to everything now focus on heavy bling
Eat at Reyo's....Fettucini, Spaghetti
Cheddy so fuck being some petty king (fuck all that)
Can't be right? Can't be arrogant
I a bitch over ice, "Nancy Kerrigan"
Tonya Harding, see the mobster's mobbing
You don't us right? We got ya momma boppin' (true)
She look Amy Fisher, "don't the Range be bigger"? (usually)
That's a baby car you can't game me nigga
My a quarter mill, chain a half a mill
Earrings 3 quarter mill, you ought to chill