(feat. Max B)

[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 ^!$$%z fugaze, my ^!$$%z authentic
The game like (*##$es that need make-up

These ^!$$%z beefin and kissin and then they make-up
%#@!, I still prowl through the gutta
All you hear em say is that's a wild mutha$#&@a

Its been a while muh$#&@er
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!!!
^!$$% 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 (*##$ 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
$#&@ 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 ^!$$% 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!!!

^!$$% 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 ^!$$%z so I gots to be the charges
So how's that for starters
.40cal ^!$$%z, 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!!!
^!$$% its Jim Jones