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[Jim Jones:]
Clap, (byrd gang), clap, (byrd gang), clap, Dipset!
Can I get a G clap? (byrd gang), clap, (byrd gang), clap, (byrd gang)
[Verse 1:]
They like hold up, wait a minute,
I'm in the coupe, laid up in it,
Sunk in the seat, suede all in it,
Drop top roof blowin haze all in it,
Now yall know I'm a straight up menace,
Run up in ya crib theres a safe up in it,
New York city yall aint safe up in it,
Yall niggaz who gays, my niggaz authentic,
The game like bitches who need makeup,
These niggaz beefin and kissin and then they make up,
Shit, I still prowl through the gutter,
And you all you hear them say was thats a wild motherfucker,
It's been a while motherfucker, had to fall back, face a trial cause of Rucker,
One-eye Willie you can come try to kill me,
Still ridin that five you could get hung high silly,
[Chorus:]
Baby girl, You tryin to be down with the Dipset?
(Yeah) Well then you gotta get your lips wet (What?)
Baby girl we getting the big checks, tre pound sawed off, we spending the big checks (OW!)
Yall aint thought he was supposed to flow, thought he was supposed to go, thought he was supposed blow,
(Who that?) Its Dipset baby, DIPSET! Nigga its Jim Jones....
[Verse 2 (Jim Jones):]
Now everybody know me,
Usually in the club with a bunch of Old G's,
We pop bottles and we all smoke weed,
And we'll burn this bitch down, better call the police,
And yall know yall dont want that beef,
Trying to g mack, look at all these freaks,
Besides, the dance floor look sweet,
So like Lil Jon we can all skeet skeet (TO THE WINDOWS!)
I'm trying to bag this bimbo,
Mad she spilled a drink on the tan timbos,
Stuntin hard in my b-boy pose,
You aint got nothing on me dogs, aint a V I aint drove,
Fuck about the law, top speed on the road,
44 squeeze, breathe, RELOAD!
And if I gotta take it that far,
Dont mean I left the club nigga and went sraight to the car
[Chorus:]
Baby girl, you tryin to be down with the Dipset?
(Yeah) Well then you gotta get your lips wet (What?)
Baby girl, we getting the big checks, tre pound sawed off, we spending the big checks (OW!)
Yall aint thought he was supposed to flow, thought he was supposed to go, thought he was supposed to blow
(Who that?) Its Dipset baby DIPSET! Nigga its Jim Jones....
[Verse 3:]
I live that hard rock life,
Mix a whole pot to that hard rock white,
Six 4-5, hard top white,
Big 4-5 for your hard rockside,
And my advice to the buyers,although the city's hot, I rock ice through the fire,
Listenin to 'Pac live life like a rider, when I pull up to the block fiends wipin off the tires,
So I got to be the hardest, 15th and Lenox with my posse in the projects,
100 and the tenth I'm like Gotti in the projects,
Jewish laywers nigga, so I got to beat the charges,
So how's that for starters?
40 cal nigga, blow back ya starter,
New Jack city 2 blcoks from the carter,
Found hundreds double up, aka this is Harlem
[Chorus]
[Jim Jones:]
Clap (byrd gang) clap (byrd gang) clap Dipset!
Can I get a g clap (byrd gang) clap (byrd gang) clap (byrd gang)
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