(feat. Max B)
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[Intro: Jim Jones]
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Clap, Byrd Gang, clap, Byrd Gang, clap Dip-Set!!!
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Can I get a G clap, Byrd Gang, clap, Byrd Gang
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Clap, Byrd Gang
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Can I get a G clap
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[Verse: 1 Jim Jones]
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I be like hoooold up, wait a minute
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I'm in the coupe, laiiiiid up in it
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Sunk in the seat, suede all in it
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Drop top roof blowin haze all in it
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And yall know imma straight up menace
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Run up in ya crib there's a safe up in it
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New York City yall aint safe up in it
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Yall niggaz fugaze, my niggaz authentic
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The game like bitches that need make-up
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These niggaz beefin and kissin and then they make-up
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Shit, I still prowl through the gutta
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All you hear em say is that's a wild muthafucka
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Its been a while muhfucker
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Had to fall back, face trial cause of Rucker
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One-Eyed Willie, you can come try kill me
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Still ridin that 5, you can get hung high silly
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[Chorus: Max B]
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Baby girl, you tryna be down with the Dip-Set?
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Well then you gotta get ya lips wet
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Baby girl we gettin them big checks, tre-pound, sawed-off, we splittin
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Them big checks
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Yall aint thought he posed ta flow
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Thought he posed ta go
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Thought he posed ta blooooooow
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Its Dip-set baby, DIP-SET!!!
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Nigga its Jim Jones
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[Verse 2: Jim Jones]
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Now everybody know me
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Usually in the club wit a bunch of O.G'z
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We pop bottles and we all smoke weed
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And we'll burn this bitch down, better call po-lice
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And yall know yall don't want that beef
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I'm tryna G-Mack look at all these freaks
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Besides, the dance floor look sweet
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So like Lil' Jon we can all skeet skeet
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I'm tryna bag this bimbo
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Mad she spilled her drink on the tan Timbo's
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Stuntin' hard in my B-Boy pose
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You aint got nuttin on me dogz aint V I aint drove
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Fuck about the law top-speed on the road
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.44 squeeze, breathe, relooooaad
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And if I gotta take it that far
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That mean I left the club nigga and went straight to the car
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[Chorus: Max B]
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Baby girl, you tryna be down with the Dip-Set?
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Well then you gotta get ya lips wet
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Baby girl we gettin them big checks, tre-pound, sawed-off, we splittin
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them big checks
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Yall aint thought he posed ta flow
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Thought he posed ta blooooooow
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Its Dip-set baby, DIP-SET!!!
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Nigga its Jim Jones
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[Verse 3: Jim Jones]
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I live a hard rock life
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Mix a whole pot til that hard rock white
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Six 4-5, hard top white
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Big 4-5 for you hard rocks aite
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And my advice to the buyers
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Although the City's hot I rock ice thru the fire
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Listenin to Pac, live life like rider when I pull up to the block fiends
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wipin off the tires
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So I got to be the hardest
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15th and Lennox when my posse in the projects
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500 on the tennis, I'm like Gotti in the projects
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Jewish lawyers niggaz so I gots to be the charges
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So how's that for starters
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.40cal niggaz, blow back ya starter
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New Jack City 2 blocks from the carter
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Foul hunreds double up a.ka. this is harlem
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[Chorus: Max B]
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Baby girl, you tryna be down with the Dip-Set?
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Well then you gotta get ya lips wet
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Baby girl we gettin them big checks, tre-pound, sawed-off, we splittin
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them big checks
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Yall aint thought he posed ta flow
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Thought he posed ta blooooooow
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Its Dip-set baby, DIP-SET!!!
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Nigga its Jim Jones
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Baby Girl
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Jim Jones |