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"End of the Road (feat. T. I. & Bun B)"

[T.I. talking]
Jim Jones what it is homie
Killa Cam, Freekz Zeeky, Juelz whats happ'nin
Hey 'a aye... yea yea yea 'a aye
T.I.P. n*gga y 'a y yeeah. Aye a aye
I'm up in Harlem to put it down wit my muthaf*ckin folks
Dipset b*tch. A town to muthaf*ckin NY
n*gga you already know what it is. Bankhead
C-rod, Grand Hustle, Diplomats
You dont like it kill yaself n*gga. Lets go

[verse 1 T.I.]
Late night straight white fa ya base pipe
No mo quarter O's get ya weight right
Crack rock black Glock kept it waist height (hey)
It hit ya mug you dont imagine what ya face like
American pie I'm tellin you guys
You want beef wit us well who the f*cks preparin you guys
We sparin you guys get buried alive
What you rushin fa, act like you in a hurry to die
Some I let 'em fly 'fore I let that ride
I paralize ya like Supermans horseback ride n*gga
Walk up on ya car and scorch dat ride
Flat tires, glass shattered wit a corpse inside
A town break down straight pounds of dro'
Still deal if you want 10 birds or mo
Pimp Squad, Dipset I know ya heard before
If we called you a b*tch 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 trapped
Cops quick wit a strap, and you'll be scared sh*tless
How they where the big fifth and load up flares and biscuits
I'll take ya b*tch 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 blocks
Plottin man like who he gon pop
In this tragic city, now I'm Bankheadin
4 tens headin down in ATL's Magic City
Yes the stash is pretty, and the mag hold 50
We take ova towns, then send the Rovers 'round
Lookin fa hoes to pound, ya local hoochie spot
Lookin fa hoochies hot, to get they coochie popped
I love the titty bars, I love my n*ggas pa
Dipset, Pimp Squad yo lets get it pa

[Bun-B talking]
Yeah already trill n*ggas in this b*tch
UGK know what I'm sayin. Thats off top fool
You already know. Wreck it boyz. Go down like that
What up Jones. Dipset n*gga

[verse 3 Bun B]
b*tch my Cadillac is candy and my pistol is pearl
My best friend is a pimp and his bottom b*tch is ya girl
I got them 84's that clank, the big diamonds that blank
Plus them hoes that pop pills, smoke kill, and sip drank
f*ck what ya think I'm tryin to tell you how life is give it and take it
My lil brotha in the pen, where n*ggas shiv'rin and shakin
We got a million dollar team, wit one gone
So I'm takin my 500 to flip in the game
To have somethin for 'em when he come home
My two older brothers locked up, both of 'em smokin
Principals gon be f*cked up my lil neices and nephew heartbroken
Seein Daddy in a cage at that age, it f*ck ya mind up
So at this stage in the game I gots to really get my grind up
So you gon see me in yo city doin a verse or a show
Or maybe even servin these n*ggas a couple of dem thangs on the low
Dipset affiliated so you can hate it or love it
But it you keep pushin ya luck b*tch my middle fingers gon shove it
Know what I'm sayin

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