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Jim Jones, what it here,
Killa Cam, Zeeky, Juelz, what's happ'nin?
Hey, T.I.P.,

I'm up in Harlem to put it wit my muthafuckin' folks
Dipset, bitch, a town to muthafuckin' NY,
You already know what it is,
C-Rod, Hustle, Diplomats
You don't like it? Kill ya''self nigga, go

Late night, white fa' ya' base pipe
No mo' quarter O, get ya' weight
Crack rock, glock kept it waist height
It hit mug you don't imagine what ya' face like

'American Pie', I'm tellin' you
You want beef wit us, well who the fucks you guys?
We you guys, get buried alive
What you rushin' fa'? Act you in a hurry to die

Some I let 'em fly 'fore I let that
I paralize ya' like Superman's horseback ride,
Walk up on ya' car an' scorch dat
Flat tires, glass wit a corpse inside

A town break down straight of dro'
Still deal if you want 10 or mo'
Squad, Dipset, I know ya' heard before
If we you a bitch, you deserved it, hoe

I cop bricks of the crack an' it to my block
Strip or my trap, my strip is so trapped
Cops wit a strap, an' you'll be scared shitless
How they where the big fifth an' load up flares an'

I'll take ya' bitch from you, bring her wit smeared lipstick
You can compare ballistics, but it's mere
I'm two threes on drops, I used to hoopties on blocks
Plottin' man who he gon' pop

In this city, now I'm Bankheadin'
4 headin' down in A.T.L.'s Magic City
Yes, the stash is an' the mag hold 50
We ova towns, then send the Rovers 'round

Lookin' fa' hoes to pound, ya' local hoochie
fa' hoochies hot to get they coochie popped
I love the titty bars, I my niggaz, pa
Dipset, Pimp Squad, yo, get it, pa

Yeah, already trill in this bitch
U.G.K., know what I'm sayin', off top, fool
You already know, wreck it boyz, go down that
up Jones? Dipset, nigga

Bitch my Cadillac is an' my pistol is pearl
My best friend is a pimp an' his bottom is ya' girl
I got them '84s that clank, the big that blank
Plus them hoes pop pills, smoke kill an' sip drank

Fuck what ya' think, I'm tryin' to tell you how is, give it an' take it
My lil' in the pen, where niggaz shiv'rin' an' shakin'
We got a dollar team, wit one gone
So I'm takin' my 500 to flip in the
To have somethin' for 'em when he come

My two older brothers up, both of 'em smokin'
Principal's gon' be up, man
My nieces an' nephew heartbroken
Seein' Daddy in a cage at that age, it ya' mind up
So at stage in the game, I gots to really get my grind up

So you gon' see me in yo' city doin' a or a show
Or maybe even one o' these niggaz
A of dem thangs on the low
I'm Dipset affiliated, so you can it or love it
But it you keep pushin' ya' luck, bitch, my middle gon' shove it
what I'm sayin'