Jim Jones: End of the road

[T.I. talking]Jim Jones what it is homieKilla Cam, Freekz Zeeky, Juelz whats happ'ninHey 'a aye... yea yea yea 'a ayeT.I.P. nigga y 'a y yeeah. Aye a ayeI'm up in Harlem to put it down wit my muthafuckin folksDipset bitch. A town to muthafuckin NYnigga you already know what it is. BankheadC-rod, Grand Hustle, Diplomatsyou dont like it kill yaself nigga. Lets go[verse 1 T.I.]Late night straight white fa ya base pipeNo mo quarter O's get ya weight rightCrack rock black glock kept it waist height (hey)It hit ya mug you dont imagine what ya face likeAmerican pie I'm tellin you guysyou want beef wit us well who the fucks preparin you guysWe sparin you guys get buried aliveWhat you rushin fa, act like you in a hurry to dieSome I let 'em fly 'fore I let that rideI paralize ya like Supermans horseback ride niggaWalk up on ya car and scorch dat rideFlat tires, glass shattered wit a corpse insideA town break down straight pounds of dro'Still deal if you want 10 birds or moPimp Squad, Dipset I know ya heard beforeIf we called you a bitch you deserved it hoe. Aye[verse 2 Jim Jones]I cop bricks of the crack (dat yayo)And take it to my block, strip or my trap, my block strip is so trappedCops quick wit a strap, and you'll be scared shitlessHow they where the big fifth and load up flares and biscuitsI'll take ya bitch from you, bring her back wit smeared lipstick (She Mine)You can compare ballistics, but it's mere physics (Pimpin)I'm 2-3's on drops, I used to play hoopties on blocksplottin man like who he gon popIn this tragic city, now I'm Bankheadin4 tens headin down in ATL's Magic CityYes the stash is pretty, and the mag hold 50We take ova towns, then send the Rovers 'roundLookin fa hoes to pound, ya local hoochie spotLookin fa hoochies hot, to get they coochie poppedI love the titty bars, I love my niggaz paDipset, Pimp Squad yo lets get it pa[Bun-B talking]Yeah already trill niggaz in this bitchUGK know what I'm sayin. Thats off top foolYou already know. Wreck it boyz. Go down like thatWhat up Jones. Dipset nigga[verse 3 Bun B]Bitch my Cadillac is candy and my pistol is pearlMy best friend is a pimp and his bottom bitch is ya girlI got them 84's that clank, the big diamonds that blankPlus them hoes that pop pills, smoke kill, and sip drankFuck what ya think I'm tryin to tell you how life is give it and take itMy lil brotha in the pen, where niggaz shiv'rin and shakinWe got a million dollar team, wit one goneSo I'm takin my 500 to flip in the gameto have somethin for 'em when he come homeMy two older brothers locked up, both of 'em smokinPrincipals gon be fucked up my lil neices and nephew heartbrokenSeein Daddy in a cage at that age, it fuck ya mind upSo at this stage in the game I gots to really get my grind upSo you gon see me in yo city doin a verse or a showOr maybe even servin these niggaz a couple of dem thangs on the lowDipset affiliated so you can hate it or love itBut it you keep pushin ya luck bitch my middle fingers gon shove itKnow what I'm sayin