Jim Jones, Max B, Cardan - Confront Ya Babe lyrics

I gotta see how that thing sound but I got it
I'ma come right in wit it Dipset, uh

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)

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

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

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 it's the guy call me cardan tho
Been passed dem, bust, if, ain't
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