Jim Jones - Confront Ya Baby lyrics

[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] n***a 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 b**hes 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 b**h I don't give a f** b**h [Chorus] [Verse 2: Jim Jones] sh** 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 n***a (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 n***a 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 a** Blunt up in my mouth blowin out the gra** 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 sh** 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 muthaf**as 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 pa**ed dem, bust, if, aint We ain't wit the village f*gs nah we on lennox ave you mad, go get ya dad you f*g, you fit for drag and that nina'll bump you, or if it's a need I confront you f**er [Chorus - 2X]