Lyrics Baby Girl

[Jim Jones:]
Clap, (byrd gang)
clap, (byrd gang)
clap, Dipset!
Can I get a G clap? (byrd gang)
Clap, (byrd gang)
Clap, (byrd gang)

[Verse 1:]
They like hold up, wait a minute
I'm in the coupe, laid up in it
Sunk in the seat, suede all in it
Drop top roof blowin' haze all in it
Now y'all know I'm a straight up menace
Run up in ya crib there's a safe up in it
New York City y'all ain't safe up in it
Y'all niggaz who gays, my niggaz authentic
The Game like bitches who need makeup
These niggaz beefin' and kissin' and then they make up
Shit, I still prowl through the gutter
And you all you hear them say was thats a wild motherfucker
It's been a while motherfucker
Had to fall back, face a trial 'cause of Rucker
One-eye Willie you can come try to kill me
Still ridin' that five you could get hung high silly

[Chorus:]
Baby girl, You tryin to be down with the Dipset
(Yeah) Well then you gotta get your lips wet (what?)
Baby girl we getting the big checks
Tre pound sawed off, we spending the big checks (ow)
Y'all ain't thought he was supposed to flow
Thought he was supposed to go, thought he was supposed blow
(Who that?) Its Dipset baby, Dipset, nigga it's Jim Jones

[Verse 2 (Jim Jones):]
Now everybody know me
Usually in the club with a bunch of Old G's
We pop bottles and we all smoke weed
And we'll burn this bitch down, better call the police
And y'all know y'all don't want that beef
Trying to g mack, look at all these freaks
Besides, the dance floor look sweet
So like Lil' Jon we can all skeet skeet (to the windows)
I'm trying to bag this bimbo
Mad she spilled a drink on the tan timbos
Stuntin' hard in my b-boy pose
You ain't got nothing on me dogs, ain't a V I ain't drove
Fuck about the law, top speed on the road
44 squeeze, breathe, reload (invasion)
And if I gotta take it that far
Don't mean I left the club nigga and went straight to the car

[Chorus:]
Baby girl, you tryin to be down with the Dipset (yeah)
Well then you gotta get your lips wet (what?)
Baby girl we getting the big checks
Tre pound sawed off, we spending the big checks (ow)
Y'all ain't thought he was supposed to flow
Thought he was supposed to go, thought he was supposed blow
(Who that?) It's Dipset baby, Dipset, nigga it's Jim Jones

[Verse 3:]
I live that hard rock life
Mix a whole pot to that hard rock white
Six 4-5, hard top white
Big 4-5 for your hardrock side
And my advice to the buyers
Although the city's hot, I rock ice through the fire
Listenin' to 'Pac live life like a rider
When I pull up to the block fiends wipin' off the tires
So I got to be the hardest
15th and Lenox with my posse in the projects
100 and the tenth I'm like Gotti in the projects
Jewish laywers nigga, so I got to beat the charges
So how's that for starters
40 cal nigga, blow back ya starter
New Jack city 2 blocks from the carter
Found hundreds double up, a.k.a. this is Harlem

[Chorus:]
Baby girl, you tryin' to be down with the Dipset (yeah)
Well then you gotta get your lips wet (what?)
Baby girl we getting the big checks
Tre pound sawed off, we spending the big checks (ow)
Y'all ain't thought he was supposed to flow
Thought he was supposed to go, thought he was supposed blow
(Who that?) It's Dipset baby, Dipset, nigga it's Jim Jones

[Jim Jones:]
Clap (byrd gang)
Clap (byrd gang)
Clap Dipset!
Can I get a g clap (byrd gang)
Clap (byrd gang)
Clap (byrd gang)