Jim Jones: Confront ya babe

[Max B]I gotta see how that thing sound but I got itI'ma come right in wit it Dipset, uh[Chorus: repeat 2x]If theres a need to confront ya babeI'll let the nina come punch ya babe (DIPSET!!)Fur beavers big blunts and thingsByrd Gang Byrd Gang (OW!)[Verse 1: Max B]Nigga I'll leave you bleedin on ya door slotMax B look like Derek Jeter on the short stop (uh)I'll put the heater to ya soft spotWaive the nina and make ya adiddas do the short stop (uh)You don't want it wit me bDickie under the snorkel heat and the mean vBend ya main bitches over give'em the wee weeBig gun up close in ya face 3-D (uh)I'll put the thing near ya ear Let it bang near ya earFivic grand crew haters linger in the airClothes fit right like the finger in ya beerLast week hit anger in the rearJim came threw he gave me the chain and couple of 'guettes in my earNow the bird swingin off the thermoTre pound tucked bitch I don't give a fuck bitch[Chorus][Verse 2: Jim Jones]Shit I treats this game like it's 88Nauti' sweats no socks hopped out the range wit the paper platesHopped on the plane wit the bathing apesHopped off the plane ta see the hatian face so pound nigga (sa pa say!)We gangsta rappin gettin dough from this violence (east side!)I'm talkin G4's blowin haze smoke from the piolet (purple!)I chartered that flight cause it was lookin kinda rainyNow i'm known ta bring the goons out like that nigga John Chaney (Goonies!)Or catch me up on the hill in the whip doing 80 (Dimelo!)Till the police pulled me over and the whip smelled all hazyWhat you know about that cash get you thrown up in the trashI'll put a gun up in ya mouth and have you blow it out yo assBlunt up in my mouth blowin out the grassshow you how to stunt, pockets loaded wit the cashshow you how to dump semi loaded ready ta blastI'll roll up on you chumps I got this whole shit in a smash[Chorus][Verse 3: Cardan]Yo Now when I'm crusin threw harlem I get my bunky charn onGotta dunny dunk broad wit a dunky dunk carI get all that chronic straight from them honky tonk guysYou junior muthafuckas I'm donkey don kongI just left Jacob and he got me chunky on armnow I'm on my way to go smoke a dunky don bongI brought DA BAND out and I ain't talkin puffy sean combsDem drums turn into guns goin brrrrump ba bump bumpNow ya mind out ya bodyYou wonder I got nine in the party I was high in it prollyDoggy, I put the kam in the kazi you need it paHolla I might go guide you, poppy its the guyCall me cardan thobeen passed dem, bust, if, aintWe ain't wit the village fags nah we on lennox aveyou mad, go get ya dad you fag, you fit for dragand that nina'll bump you, or if it's a need I confront you fucker[Chorus] - 2X