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[Intro: Jim Jones]


Clap, Byrd Gang, clap, Byrd Gang, clap Dip-Set!!!


Can I get a G clap, Byrd Gang, clap, Byrd Gang


Clap, Byrd Gang


Can I get a G clap





[Verse: 1 Jim Jones]


I be like hoooold up, wait a minute


I'm in the coupe, laiiiiid up in it


Sunk in the seat, suede all in it


Drop top roof blowin haze all in it


And yall know imma straight up menace


Run up in ya crib there's a safe up in it


New York City yall aint safe up in it


Yall niggaz fugaze, my niggaz authentic


The game like bitches that need make-up


These niggaz beefin and kissin and then they make-up


Shit, I still prowl through the gutta


All you hear em say is that's a wild muthafucka


Its been a while muhfucker


Had to fall back, face trial cause of Rucker


One-Eyed Willie, you can come try kill me


Still ridin that 5, you can get hung high silly





[Chorus: Max B]


Baby girl, you tryna be down with the Dip-Set?


Well then you gotta get ya lips wet


Baby girl we gettin them big checks, tre-pound, sawed-off, we splittin


them big checks


Yall aint thought he posed ta flow


Thought he posed ta go


Thought he posed ta blooooooow


Its Dip-set baby, DIP-SET!!!


Nigga its Jim Jones





[Verse 2: Jim Jones]


Now everybody know me


Usually in the club wit a bunch of O.G'z


We pop bottles and we all smoke weed


And we'll burn this bitch down, better call po-lice


And yall know yall don't want that beef


I'm tryna G-Mack look at all these freaks


Besides, the dance floor look sweet


So like Lil' Jon we can all skeet skeet


I'm tryna bag this bimbo


Mad she spilled her drink on the tan Timbo's


Stuntin' hard in my B-Boy pose


You aint got nuttin on me dogz aint V I aint drove


Fuck about the law top-speed on the road


.44 squeeze, breathe, relooooaad


And if I gotta take it that far


That mean I left the club nigga and went straight to the car





[Chorus: Max B]


Baby girl, you tryna be down with the Dip-Set?


Well then you gotta get ya lips wet


Baby girl we gettin them big checks, tre-pound, sawed-off, we splittin


them big checks


Yall aint thought he posed ta flow


Thought he posed ta blooooooow


Its Dip-set baby, DIP-SET!!!


Nigga its Jim Jones





[Verse 3: Jim Jones]


I live a hard rock life


Mix a whole pot til that hard rock white


Six 4-5, hard top white


Big 4-5 for you hard rocks aite


And my advice to the buyers


Although the City's hot I rock ice thru the fire


Listenin to Pac, live life like rider when I pull up to the block fiends


wipin off the tires


So I got to be the hardest


15th and Lennox when my posse in the projects


500 on the tennis, I'm like Gotti in the projects


Jewish lawyers niggaz so I gots to be the charges


So how's that for starters


.40cal niggaz, blow back ya starter


New Jack City 2 blocks from the carter


Foul hunreds double up a.ka. this is harlem





[Chorus: Max B]


Baby girl, you tryna be down with the Dip-Set?


Well then you gotta get ya lips wet


Baby girl we gettin them big checks, tre-pound, sawed-off, we splittin


them big checks


Yall aint thought he posed ta flow


Thought he posed ta blooooooow


Its Dip-set baby, DIP-SET!!!


Nigga its Jim Jones