Confront Ya Babe
(专辑: Harlem: Diary Of A Summer - 2005)
[Max B] I
gotta see how that thing sound but I
got it I'ma come right in wit it Dipset, uh [Chorus: repeat 2x] If theres a
need to confront ya babe I'll let the
nina come punch ya babe (DIPSET!!) Fur beavers big blunts and things Byrd Gang Byrd Gang (OW!) [Verse 1: Max B] Nigga I'll leave you bleedin on ya door slot Max B
look like Derek Jeter on the
short stop (uh) I'll put the
heater to ya soft spot Waive the
nina and make ya adiddas do the
short stop (uh) You don't want it wit me b
Dickie under the
snorkel heat and the
mean v
Bend ya main bitches over give'em the
wee wee Big gun up close in ya face 3-D (uh) I'll put the
thing near ya ear Let it bang near ya ear Fivic grand crew haters linger in the
air Clothes fit right like the
finger in ya beer Last week hit anger in the
rear Jim came threw he gave me the
chain and couple of 'guettes in my ear Now the
bird swingin off the
thermo Tre pound tucked bitch I
don't give a
fuck bitch [Chorus] [Verse 2: Jim Jones] Shit I
treats this game like it's 88 Nauti' sweats no socks hopped out the
range wit the
paper plates Hopped on the
plane wit the
bathing apes Hopped 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 rainy Now 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 hazy What you know about that cash get you thrown up in the
trash I'll put a
gun up in ya mouth and have you blow it out yo ass Blunt up in my mouth blowin out the
grass show you how to stunt, pockets loaded wit the
cash show you how to dump semi loaded ready ta blast I'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 on Gotta dunny dunk broad wit a
dunky dunk car I
get all that chronic straight from them honky tonk guys You junior muthafuckas I'm donkey don kong I
just left Jacob and he got me chunky on arm now I'm on my way to go smoke a
dunky don bong I
brought DA BAND out and I
ain't talkin puffy sean combs Dem drums turn into guns goin brrrrump ba bump bump Now ya mind out ya body You wonder I
got nine in the
party I
was high in it prolly Doggy, I
put the
kam in the
kazi you need it pa Holla I
might go guide you, poppy its the
guy Call me cardan tho been passed dem, bust, if, aint We ain't wit the
village fags nah we on lennox ave you mad, go get ya dad you fag, you fit for drag and that nina'll bump you, or if it's a
need I
confront you fucker [Chorus 2X]