[Max B]
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I gotta see how that thing sound but I got it
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I'ma come right in wit it Dipset, uh
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[Chorus: repeat 2x]
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If theres a need to confront ya babe
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I'll let the nina come punch ya babe (DIPSET!!)
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Fur beavers big blunts and things
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Byrd Gang Byrd Gang (OW!)
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[Verse 1: Max B]
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Nigga I'll leave you bleedin on ya door slot
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Max B look like Derek Jeter on the short stop (uh)
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I'll put the heater to ya soft spot
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Waive the nina and make ya adiddas do the short stop (uh)
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You don't want it wit me b
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Dickie under the snorkel heat and the mean v
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Bend ya main bitches over give'em the wee wee
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Big gun up close in ya face 3-D (uh)
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I'll put the thing near ya ear Let it bang near ya ear
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Fivic grand crew haters linger in the air
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Clothes fit right like the finger in ya beer
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Last week hit anger in the rear
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Jim came threw he gave me the chain and couple of 'guettes in my ear
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Now the bird swingin off the thermo
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Tre pound tucked bitch I don't give a fuck bitch
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2: Jim Jones]
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Shit I treats this game like it's 88
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Nauti' sweats no socks hopped out the range wit the paper plates
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Hopped on the plane wit the bathing apes
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Hopped off the plane ta see the hatian face so pound nigga (sa pa say!)
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We gangsta rappin gettin dough from this violence (east side!)
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I'm talkin G4's blowin haze smoke from the piolet (purple!)
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I chartered that flight cause it was lookin kinda rainy
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Now i'm known ta bring the goons out like that nigga John Chaney (Goonies!)
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Or catch me up on the hill in the whip doing 80 (Dimelo!)
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Till the police pulled me over and the whip smelled all hazy
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What you know about that cash get you thrown up in the trash
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I'll put a gun up in ya mouth and have you blow it out yo ass
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Blunt up in my mouth blowin out the grass
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show you how to stunt, pockets loaded wit the cash
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show you how to dump semi loaded ready ta blast
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I'll roll up on you chumps I got this whole shit in a smash
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3: Cardan]
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Yo Now when I'm crusin threw harlem I get my bunky charn on
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Gotta dunny dunk broad wit a dunky dunk car
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I get all that chronic straight from them honky tonk guys
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You junior muthafuckas I'm donkey don kong
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I just left Jacob and he got me chunky on arm
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now I'm on my way to go smoke a dunky don bong
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I brought DA BAND out and I ain't talkin puffy sean combs
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Dem drums turn into guns goin brrrrump ba bump bump
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Now ya mind out ya body
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You wonder I got nine in the party I was high in it prolly
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Doggy, I put the kam in the kazi you need it pa
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Holla I might go guide you, poppy its the guy
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Call me cardan tho
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been passed dem, bust, if, aint
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We ain't wit the village fags nah we on lennox ave
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you mad, go get ya dad you fag, you fit for drag
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and that nina'll bump you, or if it's a need I confront you fucker
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[Chorus - 2X]
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Confront Ya Babe
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Jim Jones |