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?      I be like hold up, wait a minute   I'm in the coupe, laid up in it   Sunk in the seat, suede all in it   Drop top roof blowin' haze all in it      And yall know I'ma straight up menace   Run up in ya crib there's a safe up in it   New York City y'all ain't safe up in it   Y'all 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      It's 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      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      Y'all ain't thought he posed ta flow   Thought he posed ta go   Thought he posed ta blow   It's Dip-set baby, Dip-Set   Nigga it's 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 police      And y'all know y'all 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 ain't got nuttin' on me dogz ain't V I ain't drove      Fuck about the law top-speed on the road   .44 squeeze, breathe, reload   And if I gotta take it that far   That mean I left the club nigga and went straight to the car      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      Y'all ain't thought he posed ta flow   Thought he posed ta blow   It's Dip-set baby, Dip-Set   Nigga it's 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.k.a. this is harlem      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      Y'all ain't thought he posed ta flow   Thought he posed ta blow   It's Dip-set baby, Dip-Set   Nigga it's Jim Jones