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(T.I. talking)Jim Jones what it is homieKilla Cam, Freekz Zeeky, Juelz whats happ`ninHey `a aye... yea yea yea `a ayeT.I.P. nigga y `a y yeeah. Aye a ayeI`m up in Harlem to put it down wit my muthafuckin folksDipset bitch. A town to muthafuckin NYnigga you already know what it is. BankheadC-rod, Grand Hustle, Diplomatsyou dont like it kill yaself nigga. Lets go(verse 1 T.I.)Late night straight white fa ya base pipeNo mo quarter O`s get ya weight rightCrack rock black glock kept it waist height (hey)It hit ya mug you dont imagine what ya face likeAmerican pie I`m tellin you guysyou want beef wit us well who the fucks preparin you guysWe sparin you guys get buried aliveWhat you rushin fa, act like you in a hurry to dieSome I let `em fly `fore I let that rideI paralize ya like Supermans horseback ride niggaWalk up on ya car and scorch dat rideFlat tires, glass shattered wit a corpse insideA town break down straight pounds of dro`Still deal if you want 10 birds or moPimp Squad, Dipset I know ya heard beforeIf we called you a bitch you deserved it hoe. Aye(verse 2 Jim Jones)I cop bricks of the crack (dat yayo)And take it to my block, strip or my trap, my block strip is so trappedCops quick wit a strap, and you`ll be scared shitlessHow they where the big fifth and load up flares and biscuitsI`ll take ya bitch from you, bring her back wit smeared lipstick (She Mine)You can compare ballistics, but it`s mere physics (Pimpin)I`m 2-3`s on drops, I used to play hoopties on blocksplottin man like who he gon popIn this tragic city, now I`m Bankheadin4 tens headin down in ATL`s Magic CityYes the stash is pretty, and the mag hold 50We take ova towns, then send the Rovers `roundLookin fa hoes to pound, ya local hoochie spotLookin fa hoochies hot, to get they coochie poppedI love the titty bars, I love my niggaz paDipset, Pimp Squad yo lets get it pa(Bun-B talking)Yeah already trill niggaz in this bitchUGK know what I`m sayin. Thats off top foolYou already know. Wreck it boyz. Go down like thatWhat up Jones. Dipset nigga(verse 3 Bun B)Bitch my Cadillac is candy and my pistol is pearlMy best friend is a pimp and his bottom bitch is ya girlI got them 84`s that clank, the big diamonds that blankPlus them hoes that pop pills, smoke kill, and sip drankFuck what ya think I`m tryin to tell you how life is give it and take itMy lil brotha in the pen, where niggaz shiv`rin and shakinWe got a million dollar team, wit one goneSo I`m takin my 500 to flip in the gameto have somethin for `em when he come homeMy two older brothers locked up, both of `em smokinPrincipals gon be fucked up my lil neices and nephew heartbrokenSeein Daddy in a cage at that age, it fuck ya mind upSo at this stage in the game I gots to really get my grind upSo you gon see me in yo city doin a verse or a showOr maybe even servin these niggaz a couple of dem thangs on the lowDipset affiliated so you can hate it or love itBut it you keep pushin ya luck bitch my middle fingers gon shove itKnow what I`m sayin

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