[Intro: Jim Jones]

Now, do these niggas be banging like me?

No

They say they G, is they gangstas like me?

No, no, no

Is my guns good?

Yes

Is my ones good?

Yes

Do we run hoods?

Yes, yes, yes

[Verse: Styles P]

Mr. Pinero, the President of the hood

Rob shit, extort shit, embezzle shit when I could

My man's in the cell, but he still got his bums as H

So when he touch back down, he'd be straight

To stay loyal, niggas stay real

I'll leave you hurt and put in work to Curtis Mayfield

So when I kick down the door, niggas stay still

And don't say, "chill", everybody die when I spaz out the spray grills

Do I play games?

No

Do I trick dames?

No

Do I say names?

No, no, no

Do I kill shit?

Yes

'Til the death, nigga?

Yes

Do I rep, nigga?

Yes, yes, yes

[Chorus: Jim Jones]

Who them niggas painting? the town red? Dipset

Banks stop and we lay down bets, Byrd-Gang

Who them niggas getting that money man? Dipset

Dipset, Dipset, Dipset