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[Rapper #1:]
Yo, I made so much money of these mixtape, oh my god!! [Rapper #2:] Oh, look at my chain! [Rapper #1:] Look at my teeth, look at my teeth!! [Rapper #2:] It'z some grill, yo man, yo man, I'm gonna get my grill... [Rapper #1:] Let's do this!! [Scratch:] [Producer:] Who tha fuck is makin' money out here, man! You gotta be fuckin' kidding me, okay this is how it goes down, from here on now nuthin' goes down unless I'm involved!! No mixtapes, no albums, no car shows, no nuthin!! You screwin your music, I want in, Some bullshit ANR who think he knows tha street gets promoted, I want in!! Anything that comes outta houston, I meen any fuckin' thing from tha block to tha to tha studio to tha stage!! I dont give a motherfuckin flying fuck if it's a lemonade stand, I want in! You guys got real phar while I was gone, but now I'm back and I need mine, ayo, flip let's go and count Fuckin' this money |
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| 2. |
| 3:41 | 
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| 3. |
| 3:58 |
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<i>[Lil' Flip]</i>
Hey pimpin' (hey pimpin') Them diamonds you wearin' (which ones?) Them yellow diamonds (oh these?) They ain't real yellow diamonds homie (how you know?) Them treated diamonds playa, haha I'm baaacckk <i>[Hook]</i> I'm a fly boy I'm a I'm a fly boy I'm a fly boy I'm a I'm a fly boy I'm a fly boy I'm a I'm a fly boy Save all the talkin' cause you blowin' my high boy (Aye, aye, aye) <i>[Verse 1]</i> You see my paint (you see my paint) Nigga you see my whip (you see my whip) On twenty-siiixxes, bitch you know it's Flip I got my stunna shades (I got my stunna shades) I got my game tight (I got my game tight) I fly G-5's, I don't have to change flights (haha) Oh yes, the chest got VVS (VVS) So many drugs I can open up a CVS (come get it) Gucci flip flops (Gucci flips flops) Gucci tank top (Gucci tank top) 'Fore my patna Screw I pour a lil' drank out (rest in peace) Who flyer than me? (you?) Who higher than me? (stop) I'm gettin' head like Shawna ?? I'm supplyin' the streets, it ain't no denyin' a G (nope) Look I'm the first one (wit what?), wit platinum on his teeth cause <i>[Hook 2x]</i> <i>[Verse 2]</i> When I pull up all them hoes be Tryin' to leave the club Will they smoke some bud wit us? Good girls like thug niggas Po' nigga, I dare any one of y'all to try me Even when I take a shit that pistol right by me (which side?) I'll be, grindin' til they put my body in a tomb Screens in my whip, bigger than the ones that's in your living room (yeah) Candy paint shined up, twenty cars lined up (ooohh-weeee) And they all cost bra (how much?) triple your house dawg (haha) Call me Flip or 'Flipperachi' call me anythin' but broke All I need is V12 nigga I can cook coke (yeah) I'm the number one fly boy you peepin' out my chain (bling!) I'm at the strip club, makin' hundreds rain cause <i>[Hook (2x)]</i> <i>[Verse 3]</i> Yo my Chevy ridin' high boy Twelve hundred dollar shades on my eyes boy Twelve thousand dollar blades on my ride boy Four 18's got me soundin' like a quire boy, haha I slow the car down and speed it up Hey chump, I slowed your broad down and beat it up, haha So don't be playin' wit a G shawty Cause I can make you disappear for a G shawty They always talk about the kid in the street shawty The kid got more beef than the meat market, let me park it Cause I don't trust valet wit my keys Let's make a bet for 50 large, who flyer than me? nobody <i>[Hook]</i> |
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| 4. |
| 3:55 |
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| 5. |
| 4:03 |
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<i>[Lil' Flip]</i>
Yeaahhh Yeaahhh Yeaahhh Let's take it back to the streets niggaaaaaaa East coast West coast Midwest To the dirty dirtttyyyy It's Flip Gates The #1 fly boy I'm strapped nigga Let's get it poppin' <i>[Verse 1]</i> I got a brand new 'Mac I hope this bitch don't jam I had to bulletproof the Lam, I learned that from Cam You want a thang got em yams go straight to Money Gram I'm from the hood, so you know I'm down wit any money scam Black glocks, white glocks spit like sheet rock You know a drank on me, this concert gon' stop A lot of cops at the scene tryin' to shut shit down You was a nobody, but now you famous now I be out in Chi-town wit some real OG's Matter of fact one of them had dinner wit me You gotta play by the rules when you on these streets You lil' niggas tryin' to mimic what you see on beef You betta <i>[Hook]</i> Bustaclip <i>[repeatedly w/ Lil' Flip ad libs]</i> I can't deny it, I'm a straight rider You don't wanna beef wit meee <i>[Verse 2]</i> I know some Long Beach Crips (fo' reeeall?) I know some Englewood Bloods (bloods) And you can ask ?? fans I got Cali love (love) I got a strap waitin' for me everytime I land Just to send you a message, I'll clap your man Now he under white sheets like the Klu Klux Klan You lil' boys shouldn't beef wit a grown ass man I got stripes in the hood, I put in work fo' real And mentioning me, will get you put in dirt fo' real How much that gramma yay, bitch you carry weigh Cause I'm on this Alize and I carry cake I came back to the streets I had to let y'all know And by the way my new deal worth 8.4 So I'mma <i>[Hook]</i> I'm strapped nigga I'm strapped nigga I'm strapped nigga, what about you? <i>[Verse 3]</i> This for my Nap-town niggas all my G-town killas The ones wit the blow and them 18 wheelers Cross the state lines wit it on them waist line cocked Cross lope and you know it's goin' doowwnnn (like Yung Joc) 40 cal, 50 cal, what you workin' wit nigga? I'm in a Maserati what you swervin' in nigga? And when I'm out in Cleveland, I'm fuckin' wit X It's been 'bout 5 years he still holdin' my tech I be in the gun range like everyday You betta pray no drama ever come my way I'm in the studio now wit a gun on my hip And I'm tired talkin' 'bout the beef wit me and You betta <i>[Hook]</i> <i>[Lil' Flip Talkin']</i> This some shit for the street baby We bust a clip everyday You know what it is I do what I wanna do nigga When I feel like it nigga Track And Productions on the muthafuckin' track Full Effeck is the muthafuckin' future Cross them niggas, I shoot you nigga Any nigga, who got a gun and a chain nigga And that dough, that's a true d-boy Can't be a dope boy without a gun and a chain Make sure you got them extra clips nigga But on the real nigga, don't hate on a nigga when you see me pull up on that Maserati I'm done wit the muthafuckin' Maybach Fuck that shit nigga, I'm on some drop top flashy "Flash Gordon" type shit Biatch, BUSTACLIP! |
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| 6. |
| 4:01 |
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| 7. |
| 4:42 |
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| 8. |
| 3:47 |
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| 9. |
| 4:23 |
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| 10. |
| 3:44 |
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| 11. |
| 4:49 |
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| 12. |
| 3:57 |
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<i>[Talking]</i>
Yeah-yeah-yeah, ay let's win a Grammy with this one Let's go woo-woo, this for all the single mothers out there Coming straight from your boy Fliperaci, the number one fly boy I done took y'all to the club, I done took y'all to the streets Fin to make you think, pay attention let's go <i>[Lil' Flip]</i> When we was kids, we wasn't worried about the bills It was all about the ice cream, and rolling down hills Look boy meets girl, the next day he wanna kiss He make it to third base, but the condom wouldn't fit And guess who bust in, the lil' girl's daddy And you know black folks, he beat the lil' girl's ass Now her stepmom mad, she like send her back Cause I don't want my real daughter, growing up like that I tired to tell you last year, when you bought that phone And you don't know what she doing, when we ain't at home In these days, the kids looking older now So a grown man, might tap you on the shoulder now <i>[Hook]</i> This about a lil' mama too, if pop was here I know it's hard to raise a child, and maintain a career This a message, to all the single mothers in the world (don't be wasting all your time) And if a coward get you pregnant, and he don't wanna help Don't get stressed out, you can do it by yourself Cause you a strong woman girl, enjoy your life And no matter what they say, keep your head to the sky <i>[Lil' Flip]</i> Now it's eight years later, ery'body seventeen But everything changed, since Kim left the scene Now her laid back man, moving crackular You want a ki, you gotta meet him at the back of the store But guess who saw who, at the club that night After exchanging phone numbers, somebody started a fight Now ery'body running, so Kim ran with him That's when she said you a playa, why you ain't leaving with them That's when he said I want you, I been waiting for you What you say we get a room, just me and you After too much liquor, one thang led into another But you know where he messed up, he told her he loved her <i>[Hook]</i> <i>[Lil' Flip]</i> Now it's two months later, that nigga disappeared Meanwhile Kim at home, trying to wipe away her tears Befo' she gave it up, he use to call daily Another month passed by, now she going crazy She popping up at clubs, she even keyed his car That's when she got the phone call, bitch you went too far Oh now you calling back, cause your car got scratched You said you loved me, I can't believe I fell for that Damn, I shoulda known you was a pig anyway Look my stomach been hurting, and my friend kinda late Wait, I took a test at least three or four times But you know what cowards say, it ain't mine <i>[Talking]</i> And I know you tired, of hearing that man A real man take responsibility, for his seeds This for every single mother, whether you white or black It don't matter, you know I'm saying Ery'body can't be born rich, you know I'm saying I come from the hood, I made some'ing out of nothing You know I'm saying, everytime I do a concert It's females in the front row, after the show They like sign my autograph, so I can get back home My kids gotta go to school, you know I'm saying So if you taking care of your child, by your damn self Keep doing your damn thang, if Fantasia can do the shit Anybody can do it, you dig what I'm saying Straight up, holla back |
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| 13. |
| 3:45 |
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<i>[Lil' Flip]</i>
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye <i>[Hook - Lil' Flip (2x)]</i> Why you actin' like a hoe? Nigga say it to my face You rather rap it in a flow Why you ain't say it to my face? Now I know your ass a hoe You shoulda said it to my face Man that nigga gotta go, oh oh! <i>[Lil' Flip]</i> You run your mouth to them hoes (hoes) Why you ain't say it to my face? You ain't playin' wit a kid I'mma put you in yo place I got niggas on my team, who ain't scared to catch a case Catch yo bitch while she's shoppin' And put that pistol by her waist Push her in your car, then take her to your place Bitch where the jewelry at? (yeah, where the safe at?) Hurry open up the safe When it comes to gettin' bread, I'm ahead in the race Infrared to his head, it's just another murder case The game really over when you see that yellow tape Pop the Lucky Nites niggas, let's celebrate These niggas love to hate, but I'm aight wit that! These M-16's will push your whole temple back Nigga remember that, I am not a game I guarantee, y'all niggas coppin' my chain Cause y'all jackin' my style, you can't fuck with my flow (flow) And she a dyke bitch, you can't fuck with my hoe I'm still pumpin' that dro I'm still thuggin' fo sho You hear that knock nigga? Courtesy of Z-Ro Don't be no hero, just play your part nigga You beef with me then that mean you ain't smart nigga <i>[Hook]</i> <i>[Z-Ro]</i> Look, a lot of y'all rappers turn up so bold but can't nobody touch me (can't nobody touch me) But in the real we infiltrate penetrate muthafucka (muthafucka) So one might get cool wit you just to do your ass end (your ass end) I be openin' up in your whip and it's comin' through your glass in (your glass in) Whether you standin' in my upper arm from the side of my forearm (forearm) I can walk without security cause ain't nobody gon' do 'Ro no harm Before I go fuck all 'yall, I feel I own ya that much And if you wonder what it is that makes me act this way nigga that's nuts We got fat nuts, you know the kind your baby momma like Anythin' I say behind your back I'm willin' to say it to your face twice "Fuck Lil' Flip, Fuck Z-Ro, I don't be listenin' to they shit" May the same ones that at our shows recite our lyrics think that they shit I'm just waitin' to hear somebody slander my name in a song Same day it come out I pull a 2-8 gun out and I'll that bitch when I leave your home Murder ain't crazy, just necessary sometime I call a 14-40 and then you check out that's when I put my gun down <i>[Hook (4x)]</i> |
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| 14. |
| 5:09 |
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| 15. |
| 2:32 |
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<i>[Hook - 2x]</i>
I never meant, to break your heart But you know how life go, shit happen But you know, I still got your back And I just, wanna tell you that <i>[Lil' Flip]</i> Many nights you waited up, but I never called back And everytime I had a show, I would tell you to fall back I know you think I got chicks, in every state I know my lifestyle fast, but I'ma pump my breaks At the beginning, everything was cool I use to leave the studio, and pick you up from school You was there, when I had to eat Ramon noodles If you ain't careful, stress is what the game'll do ya I got the world, on my shoulders That's why I lace my girl, with a Clover I know you worried, cause I stay in the streets ma But don't worry, cause I roll thirty deep ma I'm good <i>[Hook]</i> <i>[Lil' Flip]</i> At first it was restaurants, then the movies Now you typing crazy messages, in my two-way But it's time though, I meet a million hoes But they ain't like you, cause they ain't got pretty toes You know thugs, never let they feelings show But anytime you wanna talk, just let me know Cause I got your back, we a perfect match It's me and you against the world, who's stopping that <i>[Hook - 2x]</i> <i>[Lil' Flip]</i> I like to see you, with no make-up on I like to see you with a Jacob on, now do your thang girl If you wanna get to know me, just holla girl Have you ever rode, in a drop top Impala girl I could turn a good girl, into a bad girl I got you rocking black ice, no more black pearls I can't lie, I want your body in the worst way I fly to Cali in the morning, I'll be back Thursday |
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| 2:43 |
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<i>[Talking]</i>
This for the block, there's no place like show business Hell naw nigga, I'm serious I'm honored, I'm back Take this muh'fucken rap money And bring it back to the block nigga Haha, fo' real, so if you gettin yo money That drank money, you gettin it You know, I'm just worried about me now Got all the fuck boys from around me, hey fuck you niggas Hey, now let's get it <i>[Chorus]</i> After I do my concert, I bring that money to the block And nigga I don't half, cause I want the whole block Now whip it, now whip it, now whip it, now whip it Now get it, whip it, ship it, and flip it <i>[Verse 1]</i> Ay I told you muh'fuckers I'ma bounce back With three million in cash, potna count that If I write you a check, nigga you can cash that And when I'm in Europe, I use my flatstack The black car get used fo' times a day My rims skinny, but my pockets overweight Go get yo tubes tied, cause you a bitch boy 800 grand, and now you think you rich boy You better step it up, my paper been straight And by the way my new chick go to Penn Stae I paid for her car, I paid for her books Okay I'm lyin, but don't that shit go with the hook I got money to blow, I oughta be ashamed I'm playin with some change, I want Travolta plane He got a couple of 'em, we always fuck with rubbers This ain't O.G. kush, I like to call it Bubble <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Verse 2]</i> Ay fuck boy, I'm the James Toney of rap Cause niggas hate me, but I still got it like that A brand new 'Vette, I'm a ladies man Plus my Bretlin cost me 80 grand Ay, money ain't a thang, you know where I hang And besides music, you know what I slang And you know what I claim, It's Clover Geez up And don't you hate it when yo potna smoke, all yo weed up? I had to roll my sleeves up (why?), cause of my bracelet And we ain't goin nowhere, so just face it I lace weed with the syrup cause it burn slow I make G's with my words cause it earn dough Who woulda known Lil' Flip 'll scan five mil' And then be forced to take a break for two years But the block got love for the God So you know it ain't shit for me to get a nigga robbed <i>[Chorus]</i> For the block niggas |
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| 3:57 |
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| 3:22 |
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| 4:06 |
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| 3:33 |
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