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(feat. C-Note, D-Red, Big Shasta)
[talking:] Hey Note, I'm tired of these niggaz stealing our shit mayn D-Red now you know damn well, we started off riding blades Having the big chains, the diamonds in our grill I mean, how much can you steal from a nigga mayn God damn mayn, I'm a Southside nigga till I die nigga Niggaz trying to act like Clover Geez, ain't got no money nigga You see everybody pieced up, cause we ain't broke nigga [Hook: Big Shasta] What you know about the South, diamonds up in our mouth Breaking you boys off, Clover Geez in the house What you know about the South, steady gripping that grain Nigga sipping that drank, getting that money mayn What you know about the South, get on it If it's money to be made, then I want it A lick to be hit, so you know I'm gonna hit it A dollar to be made, so you know I'm gonna get it [Lil' Flip:] You ain't know, I could spit it like this I hustle on the block, but I can get it like this shit Five hundred ki's, is equivalent to me I break down the beat, like I break down my weed I skate down my street, with my K by my feet To make it in my hood, you gotta pay off police I stay off the leash, don't play y'all capish One phone call, and you'll be in the grave with your peeps Don't run up on me, I wish you would You ain't welcome to my hood, we still grip the wood From Herschelwood to Cloverland, to Blue Ridge We got it locked nigga, you can ask Whoo Kid Nigga is you stupid, I'll let the K spray I'm a king with drama, ask Kay Slay Spread your lies fuck boy, go on talk about me I'm the real deal, nigga you a carby copy [Hook] [C-Note:] What you know about it, even when it's hot nigga pushing snow up out The Dirty South got it locked, cause some'ing glow about it I hit the hottest club spot, and pull a hoe up out it What you know about it I'm from the land of the trill, the land of fifth wheels The land of diamond grills, and them freestyle skills Be po'ing up that drank, and we po'ing up the paint And we steady smoking dank, so nigga fuck what you think Blowing shit that niggaz can't, but niggaz still try to copy I just keep shit real boy, y'all niggaz just sloppy Tried to steal all my fans, and you almost had em Till they found out your new shit, sound like my old albums Heard you boys ain't true, wanna be like my whole crew You even got a lil' DJ, trying to be like Screw But nigga y'all can't do, what the fuck my niggaz do So much ice up on my body, will make a bitch nigga blue [Hook] [D-Red:] It's going down nigga, spray a few rounds nigga You a clow nigga, D-Red a O.G. nigga Yeah I know you heard about me, ask around town but your game was sloppy Ery'body that you talked to, said the real nigga G nigga from the Botany I'm a Southside rider boy, heavy in the game real rhyming boy Still thoed digging though what you know, and you know yeah I'm real with the gansta boy Just spot up at the club, me and my niggaz is showing love Looking nice on dro, everybody on the real fifty deep all Clovered up Pieced up let boys know, Botany Boys gon take the do' Clover Geez gon wreck the show, then after the show we taking all the hoes Jumping down in the big whips, with big ships with extra clips Niggaz only hate but we swell them lips, mad cause we bout to take a playa trip To the doc boy on the yacht boy, Big Shot boy fat knots boy Keep up boy you too slow boy, in a minute you gon be a real fuck boy We making cash brah, we make it last brah Clover Geez/Botany Boys, Screwed Up Click brah [Hook] |
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| 2. |
| 4:13 | 
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| 3. |
| 4:01 |
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[Scratching: Mannie Fresh]
yo red necks, coloreds, asians, africans, euthopians whatever you is-it's ya boy Freshly Snipes ya heard with Young Flip and I call this one [Chorus - Mannie Fresh, Lil' Flip] Now what it do yeah nigga got too much loot Now what it do yeah baby push the GT Coupe Now what it do yeah nigga showin platinum tooth's aye play with me homey let the ego shoot Now what it do yeah baby Young Flipper is back (I'm back) Now what it do yeah nigga candy Cadillacs Now what it do pump your backs it's just too much glass I still rep Cloverland-Know what is y'all sayin? [Verse1: Flip] you know ya baby mama wanna ride with a G cause she shakin her ass to this Mannie Fresh beat I'm fly as a muhfucker-high as a muhfucker 4 rolled diamond chain, iced out belt buckle aye and I'm still on the grind I own 10 watches but I'm never on time I show up late-cause I blow up weight you doin shows down here but you can't go upstate now what it do I'm tryna leave with you and you I'm twenty-deep, I ain't trippin bring ya crew I got my heat you packin little 22's we Clover G's the home of lean and Dj Screw [Chorus: Mannie Fresh, Lil' Flip] Now what it do yeah nigga got too much loot Now what it do yeah baby push the GT Coupe Now what it do yeah nigga showin platinum tooth's aye play with me homey let the ego shoot Now what it do yeah baby Young Flipper is back (I'm back) Now what it do yeah nigga candy Cadillacs Now what it do pump your backs it's just too much glass I still rep Cloverland-Know what is y'all sayin? [Verse2: Lil' Flip] aye I got the big home, the whip chrome the king back you can't take my throne (hell naw) I been chillin on the low gettin dough fuh sho run up on me thirty shots (blat-blat) but I'm lettin e'm go you can't fuck with my team I'm just lettin you know if it cost five-hundred that's regular dro cops pull a nigga over cause they jealous of my car my OZ's twelve-hundred you can smell it through the jar grab a sweet roll it up(coughing)get the drank pour it up and no you can't come with me if you ain't old enough you know that Desert Eagle come with a holster but my GT ain't come with a showfer (damn) [Chorus: Mannie Fresh, Lil' Flip] Now what it do yeah nigga got too much loot Now what it do yeah baby push the GT Coupe Now what it do yeah nigga showin platinum tooth's aye play with me homey let the ego shoot Now what it do yeah baby Young Flipper is back (I'm back) Now what it do yeah nigga candy Cadillacs Now what it do pump your backs it's just too much glass I still rep Cloverland-Know what is y'all sayin? [Verse3: Lil' Flip] Aye the dope boy say I'm shinin' boy but that shit came from grindin boy yellow diamonds every where like I stuck up Johnny dogg I heard ya paper low I got that stuck up money shut the fuck up dummy you ain't hard as us I went to France and found out you ain't large as us I get paid just to come to the club and chill I let ya chick braid my hair-plus she love my grill fuck a house on a hill, cause my shit by the lake I'm like Jigga I can do this in one-take we got wieght, we got dro, we got all the guns ask about Lil' Flip you know where I'm from [Chorus: Mannie Fresh, Lil' Flip] Now what it do yeah nigga got too much loot Now what it do yeah baby push the GT Coupe Now what it do yeah nigga showin platinum tooth's aye play with me homey let the ego shoot Now what it do yeah baby Young Flipper is back (I'm back) Now what it do yeah nigga candy Cadillacs Now what it do pump your backs it's just too much glass I still rep Cloverland-Know what is y'all sayin? [Lil' Flip] yeah aye that's how we do it man y'all niggaz need to step ya game up man clover G's in the motherfuckin building dogg BG Duke in the building, D-Redd in the building Will-Lean the chemist in the building the black Al Capone in the building UA Deal in the building, Mid West in the motherfuckin building and we doin it so, so motherfuckin big Big Shasta in the building, M Dollar in the building we gettin money nigga and when you see me in the streets say "what it do" and don't call me Flip no motherfuckin more call me Flipperachi hahaha and we out |
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| 3:36 |
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<i>[Talking]</i>
Ay I'm tired of all this talkin I don't know what y'all heard But I'm a warrior, let's go <i>[Chorus]</i> Real niggas (what up?) Clover Geez (What up?) If you ain't talkin 'bout fightin then you need to (shut up!) I'm a warrior nigga, I ain't scared of you nigga I'm a gangsta boy, I'll put led in you nigga <i>[Verse 1]</i> If you diss Lil' Flip I'ma find you nigga If you forgot I'ma G I'ma remind you nigga I got pimps on my team that'll cut you up Man, I got pimps on my team that'll fuck you up I ain't never been a hoe, I never run from a fight I'm the one the hoes love but the niggas don't like Cause I made it out the hood now my team doin great Niggas finally get a brick now they think they got weight Nigga, I been straight you the one goin broke I got 300 grand around my throat Cause I'm the hardest MC reppin H-Town You keep playin I'ma leave you with your face down <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Verse 2]</i> Huh, niggas know me I ain't scared of a bitch nigga Cause you know a roach ain't shit to a rich nigga And just because you heard I rap you don't know a nigga Now gimme that, that ain't the right way to hold a pistol (stupid) You toy soldiers gon catch five and roll over While me and the other Clover Geez blow doja And if you bitch made I'ma run across your face with a switch blade, now take that <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Verse 3]</i> I be in Memphis 10, I be with Juice and Paul I get money from Skinny Pimp (why?) cause that's my dog I be with killers and convicts that put in work I can blow five mil' and it will not hurt (damn!) Cause I learn the game before I earn my change And I will pay you back if you mention my name Huh, it could be the mailman at your front do' Or it could be your biggest fan in the front row I like drama so call your momma I got a llama That's what you get bitch for fuckin with a big tymer A rich nigga with chrome triggers for all y'all And if it's fuck me, you know it's fuck y'all <i>[Chorus - 4x]</i> |
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| 5. |
| 3:57 |
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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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| 6. |
| 4:49 |
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Woah, Woah, Woah (You'z A Trick)
Woah, Woah, Woah Here we go! <i>[Chorus: x4]</i> Don't spend no money I'm a pimp - I'm a pimp Why you keep spendin money - you'ze a trick You'z a trick (You'z a trick) Aye once again I'm back with the flow to make all ya'll haters mad I'm at the club every night but I ain't trickin cash poppin bottles, fuckin models you know we do it big clip with hollows if you follow me I'm a split ya wig we thirty deep at the club we all iced out Clover G's party until they cut the lights off drinkin, smokin, chillin you know we get it crunk boy VVS's in my ear this how you stunt boy on the East they roll dutches-we smokin blunts boy when we get in town look at the line in the front boy now listen ma you know you rollin with a G right and half of my crew already got three stripes ya'll gettin three mics-I'm gettin four and better that nigga wanna fuck you I just want yo'cheddar I'm on another level, take a look at my bezzel if yo'baby daddy wanna fight-tell him it's whatever <i>[Chorus]</i> Aye I got my cash up, my top down-these hoes think I'm hot now grippin grain, diamond chain five karat rocks now don't nobody get it poppin like my crew do it if the music too fast homey I'm a Screw it 24's on H2's drop top, candy blue ya friend wanna leave with me, but shit I'm tryna leave with you I can show you off my game, pimpin ain't gon'never change get my money in arrange you might get a Clover chain I be drivin state to state pimpin hoes, makin cake Clover G's collared shirt, tennis shoes baby they (woooh) I do drive but half of the time I'm too high alligator air force ones girl I'm too fly (wooooh) cause I'm caked up-my wrist Jac'd up I don't know why these niggaz hate us but I'm a stay paid and chop on blades cause everytime you trick my money get made (yeah) <i>[Chorus]</i> "You'z a trick" - <i>[repeated until the end]</i> |
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