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(40 Cal.) 40! ok J.R. it's like memorable moments again ya dig,dipset i mean...so much fuckin cake in the buildin(so much cake in the buildin) ya'll wouldn't believe man that's why my niggas got pies and shit enough of all that Verse 1 (40 Cal.) uh, you see my money like a baggel shop why i make the powder blow first i get papi bread,then i make sour dough you still (pumpa nickel?) move every hour slow my work's so powerful, yo money ours bro it's no baggel jokes,but for butter i be raisin toast like a bread truck, i keep the latest loafs i serve beef, grab pounds and squeeze i'm sick with the 40.,call it mad cow disease my niggas get down for cheese,and felony wraps ya'll niggas hamsters,really cant tell if they rats but,you call a turtle when the shell in they back Letras de cancionesi play eight ball for menace i can help you with that then im,back to melt the track,soon as the vanilla crack two-door,NSX thats a selfish act mack to ya pelvis black,i'll put you where Elvis at walkin pawn shop when i take ya chain and sell it back,crack. (chorus) (J.R. Writer) It's the Dip...dip,dip,dip,dip,dip,dipset you guys are not a threat,pay homage to the best nigga Dip...dip,dip,dip,dip,dip,dipset we got the streets owned,you can not compete homes It's the Dip...dip,dip,dip,dip,dip,dipset any problems its a wrap,we put Harlem on the map yes Dip...dip,dip,dip,dip,dip,dipset you now rockin with the best,pay homage to the set Verse 2 (J.R. Writer) Ok,im ready,Uh listen i'm bout flippin',but if the slouch trippin i'll put some scratch on his head like his scalp ithchin' dig it J.R. is hot,whippin the car is drop barbies watch,the dealer admit it i'm hard to top hater i'm back,face it you wack,J.R. is crack the same thing they place in a pack,I stay in the trap so no you wont hear 8-0-8 when i put some damn base on the track i bring the fiends out,give them niggas what they need i dont see droughts,it is figures what i see bring them keys out,to the middle of the p's no matter the temperature degree rain,sleet,snow,i'm pitchin them for sheeze' pure bricks,you'll have to go to Switzerland for these i get em often breeze its easy to the beast you should bow down the next time you see me in the streets. (chorus) (J.R. Writer) It's the Dip...dip,dip,dip,dip,dip,dipset you guys are not a threat,pay homage to the best nigga Dip...dip,dip,dip,dip,dip,dipset we got the streets owned,you can not compete homes It's the Dip...dip,dip,dip,dip,dip,dipset any problems its a wrap,we put Harlem on the map yes Dip...dip,dip,dip,dip,dip,dipset you now rockin with the best,pay homage to the set (Thanks to Kris for these lyrics) From Letras Mania