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Shotgun Fire

Dip-Set, uh

Jones, Capo Status

Dip-Set nigga

You know the streets is what it is nigga

Watch ya step and watch ya moves

Shit, make 'em believe in this prophecy

You can see I'm tryin' to lead my democracy

To get money and rip sleeve off of my city

And slow down, then try to breeze through the projects B

And how I speeds in velocity

We came up movin' keys of that knotty B

My man caught 10, couldn't find the keys to the lobby B

The boys rushed him, 2 keys of mahogany

In my life you can't see me, not possibly

How we swoop up in Harlem, 20 Coupes

When we mobbin' 40 troops if it's problems

'Cause 1 nigga you know is a shotgun driver

Ready to dump triggers, that shotgun fire

I ain't gone front nigga I shot some guys up

Didn't kill 'em though, fuck 'em though

And they came back to my block like riders

But I'm like, "Crouching Tiger", spin, roll, crouch and fire

A fast retally, now it's cash we tally

Miami, Atlanta, fuck it we smash to Cali

Back on L.A. Ave, you know the Lennox strip

Where they Henny sip

Beef we let the semi rip

Mind on my money, my money on mind

Mind on my money, my money on mind

Mind on my money, my money on mind

You fuck wit' Dip-Set, I will press on this .9

Mind on my money, my money on mind

Mind on my money, my money on mind

Mind on my money, my money on mind

You fuck wit' my paper, I'll press on this .9

And yeah we world renowned and I might twirl through town

And in a Dip-Set mansion is where ya girl be found

How can a pearl be drowned, how can a diamond not shine

Man I'm on my G mack, I scoop up dimes all the time

They love my pimp juice, I let my crimps loose

They get a glimpse, oo, some went and cinch douche'

Scoop her feed her feed her shrimp soup

Mind fuck her, brain fuck her

Mouth screw her 'til it hurt, uh, shit

She scream, "Do me it hurt", I'll have her movin' that work

I mean two of them chirps up in her Dooney and Bourke

So ruthless it hurts, I mean I'm truly bezerk

When I scoop up my cash man, I swoop up and murk

Yeah, a trick and a bag bitch, two bricks and a bad bitch

Shit, them bitches mackin', I'm as sick as maggot

But I don't fuck wit no bitch if she ain't worth

No chips or no cabbage

Mind on my money, my money on mind

Mind on my money, my money on mind

Mind on my money, my money on mind

You fuck wit' Dip-Set, I will press on this .9

Mind on my money, my money on mind

Mind on my money, my money on mind

Mind on my money, my money on mind

You fuck wit' my paper, I'll press on this .9

I'm so problematic

And do to servin' Harlem-matics

My fame and fortune still revolve wit' static

Still involve wit' savage types that move drugs

365 all around set every nite

I ain't the passive type

On the benches where I crashed them nites

Blowin' hemp, movin' slabs of white

Spend days up in court

How I shaved weight to snort

Give that to the press or Dave Mays in the source

Yes, since success it has changed

Since we, stepped up in this game

And stepped up wit' our game

No more chef cuttin' cain

Hoes X'd up in they brain

Lemme sex up in the Range

So much princess cuts in my chains

Mind on my money, my money on mind

Mind on my money, my money on mind

Mind on my money, my money on mind

You fuck wit' Dip-Set, I will press on this .9

Mind on my money, my money on mind

Mind on my money, my money on mind

Mind on my money, my money on mind

You fuck wit' my paper, I'll press on this .9

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