Dip Set, Jim Jones, Freeky

Aight Santana man...let's do this

Killa, let's do it man, killa





Aiyyo I argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall and winter time

Get that off the table Cam'ron it's dinner time

I got a line downstairs ma, I'm in the grind

From ten to nine, you do your business right, let me attend to mine

You cooking pork anyway, I ain't into to swine

You out ya mind, nah, you don't know what's in my mind

I'ma surpass crack, move on to Nasdaq

But still my connects move anthrax on Amtrak





Aiyyo Cam before the cops rush, close the spot

Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block

They frontin' we throw them shots and laugh at 'em

Shoots from the 4-4 magnum, that's how we get back at 'em

Trap 'e, grab 'em and clap at 'em

Yeah, I do this for my lost tribes and Africans

Who lost lives in battling, 4-5s and hackling'

I believe in black soldiers, black covers

Black roses on your grave, snakes and black cobras

Black vultures, rats roaches, sleep now, they laughs over

Fucka





You can catch real niggaz, doing some real things, for real money

Cause real niggaz get money, real niggaz don't snitch

Real niggaz dont lie for a bitch, real niggaz get rich





Now how you losers want it (Tell me)

We can war out, or ball out I used to frontin', holmes

I throw away 20s on boots and stuntin'

Waste 50s, and abuse my hundreds, I'm getting money, yep

I spend thousands on the shoes for the coup it's nothing

Plus big truckin too it's nothing





I lick a shot so he know I meant it

His soldiers dented, so is his rented

Supreme soloist and still co-defendant

And you notice, a mean motorist that blows the fifth on defendants

Since roota-rooda, yes the Motorola yes sir I'm splendid

You see the furs and pendants, Austin Sigoto, drop though

Hitting curves like Emitt (From Europe) Smith

If you ain't get it, the fifth'll hit your fitted

Clips I get it spitted, flip your wig I really lift it





I'm this burgundy Benz, swervin' B

As I'm watching the snow fall, I'm watching the heads they copping the coke y'all

And to the fiends and junkies, that go through dreams of drunkies

Hos with low-esteem, you know they scream in their monthly (Shut up bitch)

And to my soldiers rocking green in the country

Keep your dean and stay hungry, let get this cream and get money

Them haters wishing they could see my demise

See my moms hard to grief her eyes

Man that eats me alive, roll the weed and get high

This what keep me alive (Listen to me)

My Dip Gang man, the peeps that'll ride

Over me the same peeps that have died

If it's me that catch you, you're fried...





You can catch real niggaz, doing some real things, for real money

Cause real niggaz get money, real niggaz don't snitch

Real niggaz dont lie for a bitch, real niggaz get rich