Tekster: Jim Jones. Harlem: Diary Of A Summer. Confront Ya Babe.

(Max B)
I gotta see how that thing sound but i got it
Imma come right in wit it Dipset uh

(Chorus 2x)
If theres a need to confront ya babe
I'll let the nina come bunch ya babe(DIPSET)
Fur beavers big blunts and things
Byrd Gang Byrd Gang owwwwwwwwww

(Verse 1 Max B)
Nigga i'll leave you bleedin on ya door slot
Max B i'm like Derek Jeter on the short stop (uh)
I'll put the heater to ya soft spot
Bring the nina and make ya adiddas do the short stop (uh)
you don't want it wit me b
Dickie under the snorkal heat and the mean v
Bring the mean 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 gets in my ear
Now the bird swingin off the thermo
Tre pound tucked bitch i dont give a fuck bitch

(Chorus 2x)
If theres a need to confront ya babe
I'll let the nina come bunch ya babe(DIPSET)
Fur beavers big blunts and things
Byrd Gang Byrd Gang owwwwwwwwww

(Verse 2 Jim Jones)
Shit i treats this game like it's 88
Only 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
I'm talkin G4's blowin haze smoke from the piolet
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
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

(Chorus 2x)
If theres a need to confront ya babe
I'll let the nina come bunch ya babe(DIPSET)
Fur beavers big blunts and things
Byrd Gang Byrd Gang owwwwwwwwww

(Verse 3 Cardan)
Yo Now when im crusin threw harlem i get my bunky charn on
Gotta dunky dunk broard wit a dunky dunk car
i get all that chronic straight from them hunky tunk guys
You junior muthafuckas im donkey don kong
Jacob and he got me chunky on arm
now im on my way to go smoke a dunky don gong
I pull the thing out and i ain't talkin puffy sean combs
them drums turn into guns goin bruuuuummba bump bump
Now ya mind out ya body
You wonder i got nine in the party i was high in it probably doggy
I put the kam in the kazi you need it pa
Holla i might just guide you poppy its the guy
Call me cardan tho
been, pad, nem, bust, if, answer
We aint wit the village fags nah we on lennox ave
you mad go get ya dad you fag you fifth a drag and that nina a bump
Or if a need i confront you fucker

(Chorus 4x)
If theres a need to confront ya babe
I'll let the nina come bunch ya babe(DIPSET)
Fur beavers big blunts and things
Byrd Gang Byrd Gang owwwwwwwwww

(Thanks to CONSPiCUOUSCHiNiTA for these lyrics)