[Jim Jones:]
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What is this, that gangsta gangsta lets get back to business
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you gotta kill 'em dead so they dont ask the witness
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no questions on the stand is there especially to the BLAM
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yeah, I let 'em talk to the stainless
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if it's beef lets keep it G we don't talk wit disclaimers
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we say names we ain't playin we leave ya corpse on the pavement
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and I ain't hard to find I'm in New York like the Rangers
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my team, what, we all are nice
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we pack guns and go to clubs and we ball all night
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crack sales in the slums break the law all night
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so the glock stay stashed up it's cops tryin to harass us
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these pretty cars seem to grab they attention
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they know these pretty cars cost more cash than they pinchen
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plus the city's ours plus I'm back with a vision
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DipSet in this bitch you know I'm a menace, nigga
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[Hook:]
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It's uhhh
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what is this
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DipSet
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what is this
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byrd game
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what is this
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that certified G lets get back to business
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say what say what say what
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you heard me
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say what say what say what
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you heard me
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say what say what say what
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you heard me
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man get a set of wings so you can fly wit the birdies
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Harlem,(Harlem) across the 1-1-0, (thou-hundred)
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where it all seems to rain and the sun dont show, (sun don't shine)
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as long as it's white caine oh you know we gon blow, (get money)
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shit these dice games we bet lump sums on roll, (can't stop)
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wear white tees but the guns don't show, (got it on me)
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and my advice where I'm from dont go, (be careful)
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and we all love this life but we must follow codes, (follow that code)
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it's a sequel society all we ask, trust
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police keep on eyein' me now thats fucked up, (fuck 'em)
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enemies know the deal we will clap shit up, (what's good)
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we hit niggaz with heaters
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watch the morgue come and get 'em put them niggaz in freezers, (them black
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ziplock bags)
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shit, he bit off more than he could chew, (no homo)
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he did what he could but that was more than he could do, (stupid)
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DipSet, shit we more than just a crew, (power)
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we thick up in the hood, all aboard we on the move, (eastside)
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now y'all expect us to stop, (nope)
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I just cost 3 mill. of them records off Koch, (I'm still sellin')
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what you can expect, expect for a drop, (watch this)
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[?] bubble back with the sky as my ceiling
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[Hook]
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Nigga I'm laughin' now I'm shoppin' on Madison, (why?)
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just was in a hustle fiends was coppin of Madison, (nicks and dimes)
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thats uptown though I was posted on 5th ave, (pollo)
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12th street movin' all the poker that Rich had, (hustler)
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I'm 17 I was bumpin' up mixed slabs
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word, me I stashed every pack in this bitch lab, (stupid bitch)
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I should've told her now the shit where ya kids at, (dummy)
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don't get high on your own supply, (ya hear that)
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it's the rules in life that we must apply,(well name a couple of them)
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well we must get fly
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through this concrete jungle big chunks wit tribes, (shoutouts to the homeys)
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blow my fairy side
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What Is This
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| Jim Jones |
