Lil' Flip

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>

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>

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>

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>

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>

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>

(Lil' Flip Talking)
I aint trippin you know I gotta do this right?
It wouldnt be right, y'all think imma let y'all get away wit that
Im sucka free, what else you expect? you know what I think though, this is what I think

(Chorous repeat 2 times)
Y'all niggaz tryna steal my style
Some of y'all niggas tryna steal my style
I think y'all niggaz tryna steal my style
What you gone do next try and steal my smile

(Lil' Flip)
Y'all niggaz tryna steal my style
Remember in I-5 you couldn't feel my style
Remember when y'all said you ain't nuttin but a kid
Y'all said I wouldn't make it
Hey but I did
Remember when y'all said me and hump ain't workin'
Just check the driveway nigga we ain't hurtin'
I bet y'all niggas never take a bank style
It ain't my fault that yo group ain't high
It ain't my fault that you can't do shows
Either we movin' to fast or y'all movin' to slow
Now why you wanna go out and make me mad
If you drop another album you gone make me laugh

(Chorous repeat 2 times)

(Lil' Flip)
Buy the car
Buy the house
Remember that
That was me
Diamonds all in yo face
Remember that
That was me and C
Southside still holdin'
Me, Duke, and A.P
G's and ballers
Ballers and G's
That was me and H and C
And ever since
I became
The freestyle king
I got dope fiends
That wanna be
The freestyle king
But I can't be copy-ed
My style ain't sloppy
Do yo C.E.O
Put yo money in his pocket
How does it feel tryna look like me
Nigga you can't even write a hook like me
I'm the first young playa in H-Town with platinum teeth
I'm the black richie rich with the brain of Master P
And I know I got skills
I'm droppin' hits like fumbles
You got cars in yo yard
They ain't shit like hummers
So you need to stop rappin' and go back to hustlin'
Cause if you drop another tape man you ain't gone make nuttin

(Chorous repeat 2 times)

(Lil' Flip)
I hate copy-cats
I hate sloppy tracks
If you see me in the club I'll be wearin' botany black
I wrote a million hooks
I'm down with a million crooks
Watch yo mouth downsouth
Cause boys stealin' hooks
Every time I perform
I got a dap for dat
You wanna be the freestyle king
I got a plaque for dat
And you sold some of my raps
You think I ain't gon tell
I'm sorry but yo next tape ain't gone sell
Cause

(Chorous repeat 2 times)

(Lil' Flip talking)
Know what I'm sayin'
Lil' Flip the leprechaun
A K A the freestyle king
I come out sayin' I'm the leprechaun
Now everybody else wanna be the leprechaun
I come out sayin I'm the freestyle king
Now everybody else wanna be the freestyle king
Man after this year I'm gone be the freestyle legend
I ain't trippin' get yo own stuff
Sucka free niggas don't steal

(feat. Diplomats)

Lil' Flip, Jim Jones {*repeat 4X*}

(Chorus: Lil' Flip - repeat 2X)
Y'all don't want it with us, y'all don't want it with us
Y'all don't want it with us (Clover Gs!)
Y'all don't want it with us, y'all don't want it with us
Y'all don't want it with us (Dip Set!)

(Verse 1: Lil' Flip)
This sixteen bars of my brain, I show my scars through my pain
I write my bars on the plane, I bring my boys on the plane
There's nothing like it, I swear
Can't no other rappers compare
Cause I can spit it or write it
Just admit it, you like it
I'm the hottest around
Niggaz know how I get down
But this ain't Making The Band
I'm tired of shaking your hand
I got the piece to the puzzle, I'm on the streets when I hustle
I got the heat with the muzzle, Okay (Okay)
You think you know it all, but I proove to show it all
When I move, you get one shot, hope you don't blow it, dog
Don't bite the hand that feeds you
You just a lukewarm, bookworm nigga and believe me, I can read you
I'm tired of snakes and rats, I'm moving forward, you pacing back
While I'm in N.Y. collaborating, blazing tracks
You gotta face the fact, I got the only platinum plaque
I did it well, even when I'm gone, my shit'll sell

(Chorus)

(Verse 2: Jim Jones)
Just let my movement protrude (Dips)
Or we will move on you dudes (Fuckers)
And you niggaz that's beefin, okay I'll chew you like food (Yummy)
Don't get Houston confused (No)
Cause they music is screwed (Purple)
They ain't slow for a second, cause they sippin on lean
They will roll up with weapons, the four-fifth and the beam (Boom!)
Get you tore up, we stretch 'em, you talk shit to my team (R.I.P.)
We controllin' our section, raw shit for the fiends (I'll smack you)
The boys controllin' my section, cause we gettin' that cream (Squalie!)
And we roll in Rovers, iced out birds and frozen clovers (Blingin!)
You know I'm smokin dozers, with that thing I roll with soldiers (East Side!)
So if you want it fam, you'll get it fam, I'll hit you man (Unnh)
And when I grip that blam, POP! POP! POP!, Dip Set the fam

(Chorus)

(Verse 3: Lil' Flip)
I'm ready to let you have it
Glocks and automatics
I put them in your chest
You shoulda wore your vest
Cause we comin to your house
With the forty cals
Dumpin twenty five rounds
Now bitch, lay it down

(Jim Jones)
So when we pull up to clubs, they say we known for the brawlin
And all these bottles I'm poppin, it's uncontrollable ballin
Straight from the projects, I'm still cased up with charges
It only takes me three seconds to straight spray out a cartridge
I'm prepared for the streets, and I ain't scared of police
You know my gangstas ride out, we know to fliz with them heats
We cop cars with them spinners, I be in Texas for breakfast
Sippin' on Purple and Sprite and back in Harlem for dinner

(Chorus)

(feat. Mike Jones)

White, white, white cup (yessir)
White, white, white cup (yessir)
White, white, white cup (yessir)
White, white, white cup (yeah!)

[Lil' Flip: talking]
I keep a white cup nigga
It's Fliperachi
A.k.a. Mr. I Can Do Dat, a.k.a. The Number One Fly Boy
A.k.a. I Ain't No Sony No More

[Verse 1: Lil' Flip]
Hey, I keep a white cup
I gotta get my lean on (lean on)
I got a fucked up attitude once all my green gone (green gone?)
Gotta put my jeans on (jeans on)
Gotta put my rings on (rings on)
Hit the button, crank the motor, and put my screens on
Shorty P roll the dro
Damn you see them hoes?! (you see them hoes?)
I don't know where they 'bout to go, but shit I wanna go
Before the show I pour a four and then I mix it up (mix it up)
I take a old school car, then I fix it up

[Hook:]
I gotta (I gotta)
White, white, white cup
You see my (you see my)
White, white, white cup
I keep my
White, white, white cup
I love my
White, white, white cup
Now let's drink niggggggaaaaa
White, white cup in my hand
I gotta (I gotta)
White, white cup in my hand
You see my (you see my)
White, white cup in my hand
I keep my (I keep my)
White, white cup in my hand
Now let's drink nigggggaaaaa

[Verse 2: Lil' Flip]
I never lie to my fans not one time
These niggas wanna hit the cup, but ain't drop one dime
What kind of shit is that?
Nigga I'm sippin' that
And on my lap is my strap
That's where my weapon at
Come get it, you want it, you know I got my heat on me
Come get it, you want it, you know I got them keys homie
They go on cheap homie, they on the streets homie
I'm a gangsta so I never run from beef homie
I'm sippin', flippin', grippin' woodgrain as I roll (roll)
I few platinum chains, but I love gold
I like the way it shine, I like the way it glisten (glisten)
I got the real drank, you niggas need to listen

[Hook: w/ Mike Jones ad libs]
Ayyyyyeeeee
Ayyyyyeeeee
Say Flip
Let your boy Mike Jones get some of that purple stuff in this white cup nigga
Hahaaaa
Hahaaaa

[Verse 3: Mike Jones]
I stay iced up
I gotta get my bling on
A million buzz plus before I put my ring on
Before my ringtones
I was gettin' my green on
I told Flip pour me a four to get my lean on
Pass me that Sunkist
Pass me that purple stuff
One hand on woodgrain the other on that white cup
Mike Jones and Fliperachi
Ain't no one like us
I'm rollin' Phantom, he Maybach and we both iced uuupppp

[Hook]

[Lil' Flip: talking]
I know you hear that right
That's a white cup
A money white cup
When we say we got a money cup
That mean we poured up a strong... soda
You dig what I'm sayin'?

(feat. Grafh, Gravy & Will-Lean)

(Grafh talking)
Uh huh yeah look here
O-kay black kingdom stand up
my name Grafh ya'll-my nigga Lil' Flip
my nigga Gravy it's all gravy nigga
watch this, uh uh let me show you what it's where I'm from
ya hear me....it's like this
listen up brick uh, yeah I said, I said

(Verse 1: Grafh)
Now where I'm from we got fiends that'll kill ya-4 that crack to serve
they keep it under they skin until it snap they nerves
they clap them burners that go(raaaattt)ya heard
now every bullet gotta name-and every cap is deserved
the odyssey ain't gotta be my team
we tryna be the last of a dyin grave, we blast if you tryna play
then spell it out for ya ass if you tryna read
you fall like the spot behind ya knees
you get sufforcated when you tryin to breathe
I dare you to try to sneeze lil'nigga-please lil'nigga
my snipers squeeze I gotta connect this dianese
tryna keep dope and his rice and beans
I'm tryna show you what it's like in Queens ya heard me
I've sold dimes of green and if I ran out of sticky-icky
I'd sell a nigga dimes of seeds motherfucker I'm a hustler
(go get a dutch bruh)

(Chorus: Lil' Flip + Grafh)
Where I'm from niggaz down to ride or die
niggaz don't get high off ya own supply
Where I'm from niggaz pack glocks and guns
we invest in bricks-fuck stocks and bonds

Now where I'm from niggaz sell crack all day
and where I'm from niggaz be buckin they mac all day
and where I'm from niggaz'll hustle and pack all day
and where I'm from they'll clap off strays better run nigga!

(Verse 2: Lil' Flip)
I'll pistol whip a nigga in front of his click
don't play with my money-you son of a bitch!
I'm a greedy motherfucker when it comes to mine
so I put in extra work in the summertime
'Cause ain't nobody in the world gon' give you shit
and don't nobody in yo' hood wanna see you rich
so fuck that I'm all about goin and get it
and if anybody in the way they gonna get it
I'm a G I was raised by killers and thug niggaz
that'll sufforcate you(hard breathing)and leave you in a tub nigga
hub niggaz for kilo's-and take they work
play with me and they gon' have yo face on a shirt
I don't play, won't play, I never did
I fucked up I could've been a better kid
but now it's too late to turn back-stripes on my shirt I earned that

(Chorus: Grafh + Lil' Flip - Repeat 2x)
Now where I'm from niggaz sell crack all day
and where I'm from niggaz be buckin they mac all day
and where I'm from niggaz'll hustle and pack all day
and where I'm from they'll clap off strays better run nigga!

Where I'm from niggaz down to ride or die
niggaz don't get high off ya own supply
Where I'm from niggaz pack glocks and guns
we invest in bricks-fuck stocks and bonds

(Verse 3: Gravy)
Yo where I'm from we do or die for that money
ain't nothing funny, niggaz is bummy, and hungry
strugglin, hustlin don't mean shit where they sleep at
tryna get off they G-pack, I'm from the (???)
haters ain't never stop me yet
I made a couple of mistakes but ain't nothing I don't regret
it's $5.00 a pop in the hood for some cigarettes
where I'm from niggaz'll pop up where you rest
where I'm from it's too much for a man to digest
where I'm from niggaz lose sleep and get no rest
where I'm from it's too much for a man to digest
where I'm from niggaz lose sleep and get no rest
where I'm from we aim shoot at ya neck(where I'm from)

(Verse 4: Will-Lean)
Where I'm from I run with a pack
of killers and ex con's that'll run in ya drought
them three bricks right there they come with them rats
and if the cops hit the spot, I'll have 'em runnin in laps
I'm the same young nigga pumpin that crack
I'm the same young nigga dumpin the gat
I'm the same young nigga that'll jump out the 'Lac
hit you with the mac and watch that shit jump out ya back
throw the gun in the back, plus the bump, and the mac
motorize stash box for that
so know you know we don't keep 'em under the mat
fuckin with the Clover nigga have you under attack

(Chorus: Lil' Flip + Grafh - Repeat 2x)
Where I'm from niggaz down to ride or die
niggaz don't get high off ya own supply
Where I'm from niggaz pack glocks and guns
we invest in bricks-fuck stocks and bonds

Now where I'm from niggaz sell crack all day
and where I'm from niggaz be buckin they mac all day
and where I'm from niggaz'll hustle and pack all day
and where I'm from they'll clap off strays better run nigga!

(hook)
(they call him little flip)whos the 1 had yall leanin 2 the left?
(they call him little flip)who got the hottest rap album on the shelf?
(they call him little flip)who went platinum wit 1 video?
(they call him little flip)who smokin dro in every state he go?
(they call him little flip)who made the world say i can do that?
(they call him little flip)im ridin spinners on my caddilac
(they call him little flip)who got every body wearin yellow diamonds?
(they call him little flip)i aint baby but u no im big tymin

(Verse 1)
man grass green, rifin in the red jeep doin 150 niggaaa
bitch u cant catch me u gone respect me, my glock 9 protect me
im the 1 on how im livin wit dat candy jetski, elevators in my crib
burberry in my car,i drove by the the bar, rubber on the tar cuz i like 2 show off, i usta b the class clown, but the teacher always said "flip sit yo ass down or you can leave the class now" so i left and got paid, but dont get it twisted i made strait a's, but skool didnt pay so i started
2 rap, cuz i wana ride rims i dont want no hub caps, so i picked up my pen
but i rele dont need it, if i aint in that magazine then i rele wont read it
i cant be defeated cuz im workin 2 hard " o my gosh that boys rims still
spinnin on his car

(hook)

i get respect on the east i get respect on the west, i got plenty jewels on my neck 22's on my lex, im 22 years old wit 22 bad hoes cuz real playas get
choseif u dont no now u no, u no i got crazy flo, n i make crazy doe, cuz wen evr im shoppin i make em close down the sto, u no we ballin 4 real nigga im tellin the truth if i evr go broke sorry im selln the clothes, but that aint gone happen cuz im gone keep on rappin n if i keep on grindin imma keep goin platinum sum people think im cappin but im jus livin my life
cuz i married the streets dog and thats my wife

(hook)

yo that me and everything got a fee, i should be payin rent cuz i live on B.E.T.(they call him little flip)yup thats my otha nickname(daaaaaayum) das my otha big chain(they call him little flip) im in the hummer u aint redy 4 my whip games, rims so big my adapters wont fit man, look at my kicks man,
all of em custom, i gotta make it cuz i cant go back 2 hustlin, im focust man, with no distraction, im multiplyin money nigga no subtraction im jus relaxin and livin it up niggaaa, u aint no pimp so give me dat cup

(hook)

i rhyme at school/ i rhyme in tha club
i got mo cheese than a rat/(want some)
my game so deep/
like 2,000 sumthin leagues/
up under tha sea/ but i be on tha streets/
hustlin wit speed/ last of a dyin breed/
niggaz know my magic / i got tricks up my sleeve/
look at how i spit/ look at how i flow/
bet if i fucked up/ that i wouldn't hit tha floe/
case ya'll ain't know/
i ride wit guns n clips/
n got some wise words/ that'll be told like myths/
givin tha game whiffs/
on they shirt it might stain/
my words overflowin, like you caught in heavy rain/
tempo goes/ cornas covered up in snow/
bitch niggaz don't know how it work from tha stove/
cop it cook it chop it/
what ya'll want to do/
this that hot shit that ya'll need ta tune to/
what ya'll want to do/ what ya'll gotta say/
(fuck that screw down hea, okay)
how you niggaz actin/ how you niggaz roll/
(fuck that nigga/ southside still on) 2x
i'm lettin glocks dispearse/
ta some niggaz i am tha worse/
this tha second verse/
like tuts tomb i'll leave ya cursed/
rock niggaz like babys they be fast asleep/
i got heat/ specially knowin that tha talk is cheap/
but mine cost a whole lot/
of them dollaz n riches/
i keep a hot glock leavin victims wit stitches/
they in obituaries identified by they pictures/
can't be no dj if he ain't scratchin wit mixers/
my rhymes cappable of bein bought by tha latest/
my clique is on tha verge of bein considered tha greatest/
we like ta show off so them hatas gon hate us/
while sippin stonewall/ in tha club i git lazy/
gittin picked up/ bankers we leavin sticked up/
stats leave ya ripped up/
talk shit then step up/
niggaz betta rep(what) they claim/
i'm a head of tha game /
'cause they call me beretta 'cause i'm sprayin ya brain/
Lil Blake a.k.a Beretta High Point, NC 27260

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Written By WESLEY WESTON, LAVELL CRUMP, C. NOTE SMITH
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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

[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

Hi, this is the Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous
Today we're interviewing Lil' Flip (what's up man)
So Lil' Flip tell me, how long have you been rapping
(man I've been rapping ever since)...

[Lil' Flip]
1995, I was in junior high
I saw a lot of shit, so I was glad to be alive
A lot of people died, but a lot of people here
And when I turned 15, my vision got clear

It's time to be a man, time to make a plan
It's cool to make a hundred, but it's best to make a grand
My Granny got sick, and then they found cancer
We got to pay the doctors, but God got the answer

The surgery went good, my Granny doing well
My baby on the way so I can't go to jail
And to my niggas on the block, stop selling rocks
'Cause I'm a tell the truth you can't outsmart the cops

You see what I did, I only drop hits
Chopping up game, why'all chopping up bricks
And some niggas snitch, cause they can't take the heat
How we gone go buy a system when the system got his beat

[Young Redd]
Hey, I'm from the home of the Astros, home of the Rockets
Born to rap yo, with a microphone in my pocket
Always thought I was grown, you couldn't tell me nothing
I would talk shit if you tried to tell me something

But I regret that, I had some minor setbacks
Old people thought my future would be jet black
All my years growing up, I thought life was a game
You can't make it real far, thinking life is a game

Yeah we lost a couple of friends, I almost lost my brother
I don't know what would of happened if we lost eachother
Everyday is something new, I just take it in stride
You only got one life, so enjoy the ride

Sometimes I was paid, sometimes I was broke
Me and Gray started hustling but my mama didn't know
But it's cool, cause now I'm into this music
The man gave us a gift and we loving to use it

And if you look real close you'll see
That you can only be you, and I can be me
'Cause can't nobody ever live my life but me
But you will never see what I see like me huh me

[Chorus: x 2]
And you don't know what I've been through
So you shouldn't judge me
And you don't know what I will and I won't do
So you shouldn't judge me

[Lil Ron]
It's getting harder now I just don't understand
Why the people in the world disgrace the black man
All that I could say, is pray and let it be
Little right and try your best not to end up like me

See I was the nigga that slang dope and steal cars
Glad I stopped before it led behind bars
Heart aches and scars, help me feel my way
Understand today I got a decision to make

Now do I want to live right or continue going wrong
I'm never at home this music keep a nigga gone
But this is what gets me, who are you to judge
'Cause I'm young and black, people still hold a grudge

Just a nudge right now'd push me over the end
When I was 14 I lost a very close friend
And ever since then my life ain't been the same
That's the biggest reason why I had to make a change

[Lil' Flip]
Never judge a book by it's cover, a man by his wealth
And if you already on your feet why don't you help somebody else
This what I was taught, so that's what I live by
'Cause you can't take none of this shit with you when you die

So everyday I try, to keep my head high
But these bird ass niggas always jump fly
Should I take em out the game, naw I'ma use my brain
I'm a kill em with kindness, and blow up my name

I came from nothing, and now I got a little change
A nigga happy now but I went through some pain
And everyday it rain, there's gone be some sunshine
I never thought I could put my whole life in one rhyme

[Chorus: x 2

(feat. Big Shasta)

[Chorus x2: Big Shasta]
All my niggas on lock keep ya head up
My niggas on the block get ya bread up, I'ma get this cheddar
(Hey!) We go make it out the hood mayne
(Hey!) We go make it out the hood mayne

[Lil' Flip:]
Yeah I made it out the hood but I still go back
To check on my fam and buy my love bro throwbacks
I came a long way, it ain't my fault you went the wrong way
And listen up I'm grown nigga, I don't play
I got show money (yeah), plus liquor money (yeah)
After I get off stage I got picture money
These rap cats ain't stickin to the G-code
You thing you fly cause you got a few free-throws
I know squares that cook O's, you damn right
And if you want it, you gotta pay the damn price
I do this for the dope boys with them AK's
I'm a fly yellow nigga like Kay-Kay

[Chorus x2]

[Lil' Flip:]
Ay, you ain't gotta be fake I know y'all don't like me
Cause when I got shot up, y'all ain't right me
You got a chip on your shoulder, I got a clip in my holster
The difference between us, is I'm focused
Nowadays e'rybody wanna talk about me
But you know you can't mention the South without me
Record labels came, and record labels went
Pay attention to your checks, watch the money you spend
Your kids dirty, but you ride around in a Benz
Everyday at Pappadeux, trickin ya ends
It ain't the color of our skin, that hold us back
It's a fact, niggas don't know how to act
A few niggas get paid e'rybody want a piece
Shit start goin wrong e'rybody wanna leave
Record sales low e'rybody wanna beef
(No matter where I go) I keep it H double O-D

[Chorus x2]

[Lil' Flip:]
Ay, all my niggas makin forty-five hunnid a week
We overseas blowin trees, yeah it's somethin to see
You'll never hear me say "I don't need the hood"
All my niggas gettin fat cause I feed the hood
It ain't my fault y'all niggas don't leave the hood
I did everything y'all ain't believe I could
Huh, you not ahead of me, I got longevity
I'm tryin to leave my lil' boy, a legacy
I got the recipe, you wanna make a hit
You not impressin me, talkin bout bricks
I made it out the hood, and I'm still thuggin
Accepted by Hollywood, and I'm still hustlin
And that's a goddamn shame right?
Oh well, I'm tryin to get my change right
And you'll survive, if you play the game right
I fly G-5's I ain't gotta change flights

[Chorus x2]

feat. Bizzy Bone
(talking)

(Chorus: Bizzy Bone - 2x)
We ain't scared, especially if you come up to us
And try to bust and when you think we ain't for playa hating
We ain't scared, and just because we
Serious, mysterious and curious

[Lil' Flip]
You niggas acting like hoes, wearing eachother clothes
Bragging about platinum, nigga that's white gold
Fake niggas talk, and real niggas hush
Fake niggas run, and real niggas bust
why'all got me fucked up, I been a street nigga
And when it's cold outside, I bring my heat nigga
Don't beef with me nigga, cause I get down and dirty
I make a call at one o'clock, you gone by one-thirty
Nigga I ain't scared I pack, infrareds
My enemies like batteries, half of em dead
You heard what I said, I'm down with trigga play
Cause all you see in convicts and killas, where I stay
I know Hump, got my front and Redd, got my back
I know Bizzy, got a tech and I'm coming with a mac
So start riding your wheel, we coming with the steal
And it's a fact, that most niggas mouth get em killed

(Chorus - 2x)
We ain't scared, especially if you come up to us
And try to bust and when you think we ain't for playa hating
We ain't scared, and just because we
Serious, mysterious and curious

[Lil' Flip]
I cock and spray, hit you from a block away
We ain't scared, believe me we got a lot to say
And if you see me in the club with a smile on my face
That don't mean shit cause I got a nine on my waist
So you can play Superman and get your ass paralyzed
Cause when it comes to my guns, they all super-sized
You better recognize we ain't Sucka Free for nothing
So when I say I'ma get you, you know I ain't bluffing
Cause niggas turn into hoes when you pull a gun out
And if I pull a gun out, I'm trying to knock a lung off
Now who the boss, nigga you already know
I got a team of headbusters, where ever I go
And if you got beef let me know I'm ready for war
I got a semi-automatic that'll machete your car
And next time you talk down, I'ma teach you a lesson
So call mama, and tell her she gone need her a reverend, what

(Chorus - 2x)
We ain't scared, especially if you come up to us
And try to bust and when you think we ain't for playa hating
We ain't scared, and just because we
Serious, mysterious and curious

[Bizzy Bone]
Papi cholo, cops sniffing co-co, my deadly remedies
Like hot topics, hit that body look like frishchami
And that Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, telling everybody
Hit the floor, so what in the fuck you think I came here for
Warrior, ain't no other character, for the love of money yeah
When I'm down in Houston, Texas niggas are gut playas
Some of these niggas is dinosaurs abducted like flying saucers
Niggas don't think like that, lick it down, on my alters
The most of my grave suite, model mama, put em up now
Daddy use to beat you deeply I stay on my tech with die-yah
Tupac to Bob Marely, my six the holley Halle Berry touching my braids
They ain't giving justice's name killing em black bald and all
Game recognize game, fame recognize fame
Niggas they hang, niggas they bang, niggas they slang
Pick up your Mac 10 quickly and bring the pain
One in the brain, one in the body it's an everyday thang

(Chorus - 2x)
We ain't scared, especially if you come up to us
And try to bust and when you think we ain't for playa hating
We ain't scared, and just because we
Serious, mysterious and curious

(talking)

(feat. Pastor Troy, Baby D & Killer Mike)

(Pastor Troy)
We-we ain't playin (ain't playin wit ya)
we-we ain't playin (ain't playin wit ya)
we-we ain't playin (ain't playin wit ya)

(Verse 1:Lil' Flip)
Uh, I'm smoking blunts with my niggaz-I'm pullin triggers for cash
promoters comin up short we put that heat on they ass
'cause when that shot gun blast, it ain't no stoppin the shells
you doing shows everyday but you ain't clockin no mail
I'm in the A-T-L fuckin with killers and thugs
just book me for a show and watch me fill up the club
I gets nothing but love-I ride nothing but dubs
you steadily talkin that shit but you want box me with gloves
don't make me fuck up ya mug, don't make me wire ya jaw
I'm never scared like Bone Crusher so go hire a law
so he can watch yo back, I hope he got yo gat
you ain't sound scannin so how you got yo plaque? (nigggaa)

(Chorus: Pastor Troy)
We ain't playin' (what they stressin nigga)
we ain't playin' (what they yellin nigga)
We ain't playin' (what they stressin nigga)
we ain't playin' (what they yellin nigga)

(Verse 2: Pastor Troy)
I'm bout to bust me a head, I'm bout to hurt me a hoe
I'm in the club on this riddlin nigga and puffin the dro'
you already know bitch it's PT!
and ain't naan nigga in here (bullet shots) gon' fuck wit me
I roll with Little'Flip lettin them hollows rip
straight at yo chest plate I can't fuckin wait
until a nigga cross my path you do the math
I got thirty in my clip, tell them niggaz Little'Flip

(Chorus)

(Verse 3: Killer Mike)
Nigga roll wit ya self bring more drama then a Shakespeare play
when I pull that K-up off the shelf
shot the deputy and the chief got my crew need no one else
lose my crew smoke by myself, drink by myself
sit at the crib and plot by myself
back to the block serve rocks by myself
back to the block nigga break yo self
got somethin I need don't play yo self
you can freestyle I'm a pay myself, money over bitches I'm a stay myself
you love hoes-I love myself wake up in the mornin and hug myself
when I hang with Flip we leanin left
with a flock of hoes like we some pimps

(Verse 4: Baby D)
When I step in the club everybody gettin up
cause they know I came to make 'em jump
from the North, to the South, to the East, to the West
put 'em up, represent it, and get it crunk
throwin bows when ya bouncin on the flo'
let me ask ya lil'shawty what you really, really wanna do
I know you got 50 niggaz
but I got 50 niggaz matter-of-fact me and Flip make 52
stay ready to act a fool, throwin them blades up on the stage
give me three step back my nigga or get hate
delay my mind state, you get (??)up fa sho
it's goin down tonight and you know, kickin in do's
givin 'em hell, makin 'em second bout the rhicter scale
A-T-L keepin 'em bouncin off the hook leavin haters shook
and we ain't playin my nigga we'll fuck you up

(Chorus) - repeat to end

<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>

<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>

Duke E Loud, Lil' Flip, you see what we doing
You see what we driving, you see how we living
You see the rims spinning, you see the platinum grill
Still man in it, uh uh

I pulled up in the jag (you see it)
Everybody know I got Texas cash (you see it)
I'm like Juve throwing up a soldier rag (you see it)
In H-Town I throw up a Clover flag (you see it)
On T.V. I'm still leaning to the left (you see it)
Got a deal but I didn't sign with Def (you see it)
Got a deal with Sony now we richer (you see it)
Look me up I'm in The Source see my picture (you see it)
I got hoes just coming to my shows (you see it)
I got niggas just running to my do' (you see it)
You see everything we smoke is endo (you see it)
It's a truck but it's made by Benzo (you see it)
I'm Lil' Flip I'm in the Dirty Dirty South (you see it)
I got about fifty grand in my mouth (you see it)
I represent for my nigga named Screw (you see it)
Some niggas claim red, some claim blue (you see it)

[Chorus:]
Nothing less than twenty thousand on my wrist (you see it)
You got cars in your yard but none like this (you see it)
Candy frame, I'ma swing on twenty inch (you see it)
I ain't got to tell these hoes that I'm a pimp (you see it)
Be banging the Jaguar behind the ten (you see it)
Hydro chronic smoking know you smell the scent (you see it)
Got my heater under my Iceberg fit (you see it)
I'm the shit, I got these hatas pissed you see it, you see it

You got a Cartier but it's little (you see it)
Look at mine I got X's in the middle (you see it)
I go to sleep on a Iceberg bed (you see it)
I'm feeling smart cause I always get head (you see it)
I might ride candy red, or black (you see it)
If it's called a Escalade it's a Lac (you see it)
If you sitting on twenties then they shine (you see it)
If it ain't endo, we call it pine (you see it)
Down here everybody got gold (you see it)
Still flipping cause we all got hoes (you see it)
Still rich cause we all got shows (you see it)
Couple of friends but we all got foes (you see it)
Down here Lil' Flip run the South (you see it)
Owe me money there's a gun in your mouth (you see it)
Want a show you better send my deposit (you see it)
As far as Sucka Free camp go I got it (you see it)

[Chorus:]

Pump your breaks my rims be spinning in place (you see it)

Don't worry we ain't got bad breaks (you see it)

This frozen water got my gums feeling numb (you see it)

I'm like naw cause I know I got a gun (you see it)

Got a thug girl, a slugs hit me brain freeze (you see it)

I'm like Alicia cause we move the same keys

Niggas know I got more dope than Homer (you see it)

I'm getting head from your gal in the sauna (you see it)

My strap's sticking in my lap but never hit me (you see it)

I got some millions but I'm still on a mission (you see it)

A million that dot com tatted on my arm (you see it)

The Screwed Up Click written in platinum on my charm (you see it)

I'm bending corners in that Lac, I'm gripping grain
This that Dirty Dirty what we do is swang
We gone ball and we gone never be ashamed
Platinum versus, platinum teeth and platinum chains

[Chorus:]
You see it (Repeat 4X)

Duke E Loud, Lil' Flip, you see what we doing
You see what we driving, you see how we living
You see the rims spinning, you see the platinum grill
Still man in it, uh uh

I pulled up in the jag (you see it)
Everybody know I got Texas cash (you see it)
I'm like Juve throwing up a soldier rag (you see it)
In H-Town I throw up a Clover flag (you see it)
On T.V. I'm still leaning to the left (you see it)
Got a deal but I didn't sign with Def (you see it)
Got a deal with Sony now we richer (you see it)
Look me up I'm in The Source see my picture (you see it)
I got hoes just coming to my shows (you see it)
I got niggas just running to my do' (you see it)
You see everything we smoke is endo (you see it)
It's a truck but it's made by Benzo (you see it)
I'm Lil' Flip I'm in the Dirty Dirty South (you see it)
I got about fifty grand in my mouth (you see it)
I represent for my nigga named Screw (you see it)
Some niggas claim red, some claim blue (you see it)

[Chorus:]
Nothing less than twenty thousand on my wrist (you see it)
You got cars in your yard but none like this (you see it)
Candy frame, I'ma swing on twenty inch (you see it)
I ain't got to tell these hoes that I'm a pimp (you see it)
Be banging the Jaguar behind the ten (you see it)
Hydro chronic smoking know you smell the scent (you see it)
Got my heater under my Iceberg fit (you see it)
I'm the shit, I got these hatas pissed you see it, you see it

You got a Cartier but it's little (you see it)
Look at mine I got X's in the middle (you see it)
I go to sleep on a Iceberg bed (you see it)
I'm feeling smart cause I always get head (you see it)
I might ride candy red, or black (you see it)
If it's called a Escalade it's a Lac (you see it)
If you sitting on twenties then they shine (you see it)
If it ain't endo, we call it pine (you see it)
Down here everybody got gold (you see it)
Still flipping cause we all got hoes (you see it)
Still rich cause we all got shows (you see it)
Couple of friends but we all got foes (you see it)
Down here Lil' Flip run the South (you see it)
Owe me money there's a gun in your mouth (you see it)
Want a show you better send my deposit (you see it)
As far as Sucka Free camp go I got it (you see it)

[Chorus:]

Pump your breaks my rims be spinning in place (you see it)

Don't worry we ain't got bad breaks (you see it)

This frozen water got my gums feeling numb (you see it)

I'm like naw cause I know I got a gun (you see it)

Got a thug girl, a slugs hit me brain freeze (you see it)

I'm like Alicia cause we move the same keys

Niggas know I got more dope than Homer (you see it)

I'm getting head from your gal in the sauna (you see it)

My strap's sticking in my lap but never hit me (you see it)

I got some millions but I'm still on a mission (you see it)

A million that dot com tatted on my arm (you see it)

The Screwed Up Click written in platinum on my charm (you see it)

I'm bending corners in that Lac, I'm gripping grain
This that Dirty Dirty what we do is swang
We gone ball and we gone never be ashamed
Platinum versus, platinum teeth and platinum chains

[Chorus:]
You see it (Repeat 4X)

<i>[talking]</i>
Yeah, it's Lil' Flip, Seville
KnowI'msaying, we gone do
This for the girls though huh

<i>[Seville]</i>
You wanna F-L-I-P with S-E-V-I-L-L-E
Flip with Seville tonight - <i>[2x]</i>

<i>[Lil' Flip]</i>
You ain't got to stereotype me because I'm a rapper
Cause after every show I be on another chapter
Not running to them hoes, but I'm running to my do'
Cause when I make money I don't shine, I just glow
If I don't work, then I don't eat
So I'm not tricking cause I'm looking for the treats
And if you play it right girl we could take it far
How bout walking in the park, rolling in my Jaguar

<i>[Chorus: Seville]</i>
You know you got me hypnotized up, sliding them thighs up
Get ready to slide up, open you wide up tonight
You know you got me hypnotized up, sliding them thighs up
Get ready to slide up, open you wide up tonight

<i>[Lil' Flip]</i>
I wonder if I broke both arms would you right a flow for me
If a girl scratched my car would, you fight a hoe for me
Go out of town and go get the dough for me
If I can't buy weed, would you grow for me
If I go to jail will you come and get me out
If a nigga got tickets, would you go and set it off
I don't know but I'ma find out, that's what I wanna know
Cause I'm looking for a girl, I'm not looking for a hoe
Everyday I got a show, but I don't fuck around
And a nigga making money as soon as I touch the town
I'm a million dollar star, with a million dollar car
We could get in the jacuzzi and blow a cigar
With some hash in it, six car garage with some Jags in it
Nigga got a trunk, and I got ten bags in it
Went to buy some Gucci and some Prada
And niggas know I'm a leader Lil' Flip will never follow, holla

<i>[Chorus]</i>

<i>[Lil' Flip]</i>
I was lying, about taking a walk in the park
But girl I got some weed, where's the lighter let's spark
I'll tell you bout me, you tell me about you
And if you play it right I might start calling you boo
Got to cook for a nigga, write a hook for a nigga
If you say the law's coming, then look for a nigga
Cause a nigga need a gal, who's a ride or die chick
Excuse my french, I need a ride or die bitch

<i>[Seville]</i>
All I want to do is come, inside
Girl tonight I wanna make you feel alright
Ooh baby girl you feel so tight tonight
I like, I like, I like
All I want to do is come, inside
Girl tonight I wanna make you feel alright
Ooh baby girl you feel so tight tonight

I liiiike, the waaaaaay you feel, tonight - <i>[2x]</i>

(Lil' Flip Talking)
Wooo wooo this wat i want you to do.
I want you to go to the bar and buy the most expensive drink and pour
It on the nigga you dont like
We aint come here to rock the crowd
We came to start a fucking fight
You know how we do it

(Lil' Flip)
We came to get it crunk
We came to get drunk
We came to chill in vip and smoke a couple of blunts
And pull a couple of dimes
And spit a couple of rymes
Ya nigga im fly i got a couple of nines
Im ahead of my time
Imma stay on my grind
Cause most niggas be letting people play with their minds
But not me cause homie dont play that
You see me witha strap cause homie goin spray that
Shit where your face at
Talking i take that
Talking out the side of your neck dont make me brake that
Slap you slap him
Clap you clap him
Cause i aint got time for all that rastlin
Im just a cool dude
When im in a good mood
But when im pissed off
My attitude is fuck you
Im like a tatoo i never go away
Thats why i ride with a tech and a throw away

(Chorus)
All my niggaz (my niggaz)
And my bitches (my bitches)
Throw your hood in da mothafucken air (throw it up)
And if yall get money like we get money
Let me hear yall scream ohhh yaaaa (ohhh yaaaa)

All my niggaz (my niggaz)
And my bitches (my bitches)
Throw your hood in da mothafucken air (throw it up)
And if yall smoke weed like we smoke weed
Let me hear yall scream ohhh yaaaa (ohhh yaaaa)

(Lil' Flip)
Throw yo hood up
And tear the club up
While im in the parking lot trying to tear my dubs up
Im cadillac pimpin like the youngbloods
So come to texas and some the best bud (nigga)
I got wat you want i got wat you need
Cant nobody throw a party like me
So quit your frontin and quit your cappin
Thats why you cats never flippd the platinum

(Chorus 2x)

Heyyy, Ho (This is the way we ball)
This ain't the regular version
You know what (This is the remix y'all)
Ha ha, this for Lafayette, Arkansas
Alabama, Streetport, Louie Ville, Baton Rouge
Austin, Corpus Christi (This is the way we ball)

<i>[Chorus - 2x]</i>
And we like to floss, all my diamonds gloss
I represent the dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty South
(This is the way we ball)
And we riding blaze, Jags and Escalades
We Third Coast born but we all sections paid
(This is the way we ball)

<i>[Lil' Flip]</i>
Uh I'm Lil' Flip, I'm back on this track, I'm still pushing Lacs
But this time around, H.S.E. got my back
Now we got paper stacks, cause we keep making tracks
My pockets like Oprah, they getting so fat (fat)
Cause I can do that, you know we been balling
We got Playstation 3, and four DVD's falling
My engine never stalling, so I'm speeding like flash
I changed my name to ATM, cause I've been having cash
I've been blowing hash, I been driving Jags
With Burberry paint, and now I make your gal faint
When she touch my car, and if she
Give head, she can't puff my 'gar
But now a nigga grown, so I need grown money
I don't wanna split shit, cause I need my own money
Then I'ma see Johnny, and buy another chain
And since I'm in a big body nigga get out my lane

<i>[Chorus - 2x]</i>

<i>[Lil' Ron]</i>
I like this grape now, everyday we ball out
This purple stuff all day, until we all out
We ride black drops, sitting on twenty two's
And blow dro all night, back through the afternoon
I keep it coming, cause Lil' Ron's a bread winner
Better remember, chain froze up like it's December
Get your mind right, we playas of the decade
We ride blades on Jaguars and Escalades

<i>[Young Redd]</i>
Me g, I'm riding blades well on gold
We repre-sent for the South where the music's slow
And this is, sipping purple and blowing hays
This is, grinding and getting paid
And you can keep your six hundred, give me a drop top
Plus a iced out watch, the size of a shop cart
This the, boy from the block wait but that ain't all
This here is the remix, and Redd and Ron gone ball, y'all

<i>[Chorus - 2x]</i>

<i>[Lil' Flip]</i>
I'm swinging, about to rip the kizzerp, sipping on my syzzerp
And on the back of my throwback it say Larry Bizzerd
Cause all we do is shots, all we do is drink
I'm the only one who went to the prom in a mink
So how you love that, or do you really hate it
Or do you love the rims on my drop top Mercedes
I pack a 3-80, cause I got to watch my back
I'm still jamming Screw, I'm still jamming Pat
I represent the South, and you know we keep it crunk
We been having paper, you can ask my nigga Hump
And if you ever come to my town just holla
Cause Lil' Flip and Sucka Free all about they dollas

<i>[Chorus - 2x]</i>

Heyyy, Ho (This is the way we ball)
This ain't the regular version
You know what (This is the remix y'all)
Ha ha, this for Lafayette, Arkansas
Alabama, Streetport, Louie Ville, Baton Rouge
Austin, Corpus Christi (This is the way we ball)

<i>[Chorus - 2x]</i>
And we like to floss, all my diamonds gloss
I represent the dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty South
(This is the way we ball)
And we riding blaze, Jags and Escalades
We Third Coast born but we all sections paid
(This is the way we ball)

<i>[Lil' Flip]</i>
Uh I'm Lil' Flip, I'm back on this track, I'm still pushing Lacs
But this time around, H.S.E. got my back
Now we got paper stacks, cause we keep making tracks
My pockets like Oprah, they getting so fat (fat)
Cause I can do that, you know we been balling
We got Playstation 3, and four DVD's falling
My engine never stalling, so I'm speeding like flash
I changed my name to ATM, cause I've been having cash
I've been blowing hash, I been driving Jags
With Burberry paint, and now I make your gal faint
When she touch my car, and if she
Give head, she can't puff my 'gar
But now a nigga grown, so I need grown money
I don't wanna split shit, cause I need my own money
Then I'ma see Johnny, and buy another chain
And since I'm in a big body nigga get out my lane

<i>[Chorus - 2x]</i>

<i>[Lil' Ron]</i>
I like this grape now, everyday we ball out
This purple stuff all day, until we all out
We ride black drops, sitting on twenty two's
And blow dro all night, back through the afternoon
I keep it coming, cause Lil' Ron's a bread winner
Better remember, chain froze up like it's December
Get your mind right, we playas of the decade
We ride blades on Jaguars and Escalades

<i>[Young Redd]</i>
Me g, I'm riding blades well on gold
We repre-sent for the South where the music's slow
And this is, sipping purple and blowing hays
This is, grinding and getting paid
And you can keep your six hundred, give me a drop top
Plus a iced out watch, the size of a shop cart
This the, boy from the block wait but that ain't all
This here is the remix, and Redd and Ron gone ball, y'all

<i>[Chorus - 2x]</i>

<i>[Lil' Flip]</i>
I'm swinging, about to rip the kizzerp, sipping on my syzzerp
And on the back of my throwback it say Larry Bizzerd
Cause all we do is shots, all we do is drink
I'm the only one who went to the prom in a mink
So how you love that, or do you really hate it
Or do you love the rims on my drop top Mercedes
I pack a 3-80, cause I got to watch my back
I'm still jamming Screw, I'm still jamming Pat
I represent the South, and you know we keep it crunk
We been having paper, you can ask my nigga Hump
And if you ever come to my town just holla
Cause Lil' Flip and Sucka Free all about they dollas

<i>[Chorus - 2x]</i>

Heyyy, Ho (This is the way we ball)
This ain't the regular version
You know what (This is the remix y'all)
Ha ha, this for Lafayette, Arkansas
Alabama, Streetport, Louie Ville, Baton Rouge
Austin, Corpus Christi (This is the way we ball)

<i>[Chorus - 2x]</i>
And we like to floss, all my diamonds gloss
I represent the dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty South
(This is the way we ball)
And we riding blaze, Jags and Escalades
We Third Coast born but we all sections paid
(This is the way we ball)

<i>[Lil' Flip]</i>
Uh I'm Lil' Flip, I'm back on this track, I'm still pushing Lacs
But this time around, H.S.E. got my back
Now we got paper stacks, cause we keep making tracks
My pockets like Oprah, they getting so fat (fat)
Cause I can do that, you know we been balling
We got Playstation 3, and four DVD's falling
My engine never stalling, so I'm speeding like flash
I changed my name to ATM, cause I've been having cash
I've been blowing hash, I been driving Jags
With Burberry paint, and now I make your gal faint
When she touch my car, and if she
Give head, she can't puff my 'gar
But now a nigga grown, so I need grown money
I don't wanna split shit, cause I need my own money
Then I'ma see Johnny, and buy another chain
And since I'm in a big body nigga get out my lane

<i>[Chorus - 2x]</i>

<i>[Lil' Ron]</i>
I like this grape now, everyday we ball out
This purple stuff all day, until we all out
We ride black drops, sitting on twenty two's
And blow dro all night, back through the afternoon
I keep it coming, cause Lil' Ron's a bread winner
Better remember, chain froze up like it's December
Get your mind right, we playas of the decade
We ride blades on Jaguars and Escalades

<i>[Young Redd]</i>
Me g, I'm riding blades well on gold
We repre-sent for the South where the music's slow
And this is, sipping purple and blowing hays
This is, grinding and getting paid
And you can keep your six hundred, give me a drop top
Plus a iced out watch, the size of a shop cart
This the, boy from the block wait but that ain't all
This here is the remix, and Redd and Ron gone ball, y'all

<i>[Chorus - 2x]</i>

<i>[Lil' Flip]</i>
I'm swinging, about to rip the kizzerp, sipping on my syzzerp
And on the back of my throwback it say Larry Bizzerd
Cause all we do is shots, all we do is drink
I'm the only one who went to the prom in a mink
So how you love that, or do you really hate it
Or do you love the rims on my drop top Mercedes
I pack a 3-80, cause I got to watch my back
I'm still jamming Screw, I'm still jamming Pat
I represent the South, and you know we keep it crunk
We been having paper, you can ask my nigga Hump
And if you ever come to my town just holla
Cause Lil' Flip and Sucka Free all about they dollas

<i>[Chorus - 2x]</i>

(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]

(Lil' Flip talkin)
ay this is for everybody
that wanna get in the rap game
this is for everybody
that think you just get in the rap game
and blow up over night
this is for everybody that think
its easy to be on T.V in front of limo's
and buy rolex's ha its better known
as bleed and suck look

(Verse One: Flip)
I started rappin when I was about thirteen
I was into basketball not this hip hop thing
I started doin talent shows I was bein curious
but I didn't know one day I would be serious
I use to always freestyle until the end of the beat
and I use to take my demo's to the end of my street
to another local rapper I thought could help
but in this rap game people all about theyself,
so that made me work harder I picked up my pin
all though I kinda felt bad I picked up my chin
I made my own rap group Hustlaz Stackin Endz
and I can't wait for me and Hump to drive a platinum benz

(Chorus)
its the biz
(where anything can happen)
its the biz
(everybody and they mama be rappin)
its the biz
(everybody gotta shine rule one
read before you sign that dotted line)

(Verse Two: Flip)
so I started freestylin every chance I got
the word on the street was Lil' Flip is hot,
I'm the hardest B.G rhymin in my state
thats when C-Note let me do "Diamonds-N-Yo-Face"
song was gettin played like fifty times a day
then we hit the road doin shows tryna get paid
I started doin karioes tryna get out there
it didn't take long for me to put another hit out there
now I'm in the studio tryna make dollar bills
some people owe me fa sho since they live down the street,
rollers actin like they broke (man show us some love)
I'm tired of hearin that shit all the time
me and Hump puttin it down nigga I ain't lyin
I got record labels mad cause I ain't sign
some niggas stealin my rhymes but I'm still gon' shine
if you can't see this biz dirty then you must be blind

(Chorus)
its the biz
(I'm tryna survive)
its the biz
(man forget a ninety five)
its the biz
(boy the game is cursole sometimes
you just can't think like the rest)

(Verse Three: Hump)
its a dirty game but who's to blame
I'm a stay independent y'all choose the fame
ain't nothin changed still workin the clock
95 made outta wood and a sun roof on top
and when we sittin on ya block y'all beez in shock
cause Houston got Lil' Flip like caddie have crop
when you see Sucka Free give us our props
cause we run this rap game believe it or not

(Lil' Flip talkin)
now you got two choices
you can be a rapper or you can be a C-E-O
either you can be with the devil
or you can be with god
which one you wanna be with

(Verse Four: Flip)
and if you ain't gettin sued then you might be suin
and if your fans ain't clappin they might be booin
and if you ain't gettin paid then you might not get paid
I'm sorry sometimes thats how the game gets played
and if you ain't on tour you might not have one
its 90% business the other half fun
some niggas get raped for everything they earn
its just like sex with no protection you get burned

(Chorus)
its the biz
(I'm Sucka Free)
its the biz
(everybody want luxury)
its the biz
(you know what I mean lets talk about
contracts and get the green)

(Flip)
I heard...you got jacked for your ride
its the biz
I heard...a nigga usin your lines
its the biz
I heard...a nigga bought you a car
its the biz
he said that he gon' make you a star
and you ain't seen no money so far
thats the biz and now you know
knowin is half the battle thats the biz

Howdy partners? Welcome to Houston, Texas
The home of the candy paint, the Houston Oilers
Whoops they're gone and suckafree
Goddammit, get on my V12 motor and vroom, vroom

I like the bling bling of my choppers
I got me a ranch and 4 horse 'cause I'm a baller
I'm a Texas boy, you know what I'm talking about?

Now, what you know about hustlers bumrushing the club doors
Sneaking in with a snub nose and extra drug hoes?1110
Now, what you know about us? We make a grill start grinnin'
Any place we go you know we parkin' lot pimpin'

What you know about rindin' on Bentley bikes
And a chain with no ice is an empty site?
What you know about Texas we spit this slang?
Dirty Southside Redd know how to get this change

What you know about iceberg with snoopy on it?
Check out my driveway, nigga, the Lex coupe be on it
What you know about rappin' and platinum plaques?
Signed a deal ain't nothin' left after that

Now, what you know about whores, yellows and red bones
Especially when they all in your ear like headphones?
What you know about rippin' up the microphone
Or hustlin' 'til them red and blue lights come on?

Now, what you know about thuggin', hanging on street corners?
We watch your every move fittin' to creep up on you
Now, what you know about the South? We do what we do
Take over dope spots and run with a group

Yeah, what you know about them Texas boyz
V12 motors and Lexus toys?
What you know about the dirty South
Baguettes and princess cuts in our mouth?

What you know about that candy paint?
We smoke top flight and we drink
What you know about the dirty South?
You a bad motha, shh, boy, shut your mouth

What you know about acting bad, flossin' prowlers?
I got seven DVD's, I'm watchin' 'Austin Powers'
What you know about wearin' Cardier eye glasses?
Diamonds in your face just like eye lashes

And what you know about the Astrodome?
What you know about a Sprint and a Prime Co phone?
What you know about eating fish and gritz?
Can I have some toilet paper 'cause this the shit?

What you know about having a pretty grill
Blue Benz, new fins on pretty wheels?
What you know about the Kappa beach party?
I got a full tank like a Master P artist

What you know about them niggaz in suckafree?
We got Prowlers, Impalas and Lex bubble jeeps
What you know about club connections
Or fightin' a case for drug possession?

What you know about the screwed up click?
I got niggaz mad at me 'cause I blew up quick
What you know about Rolex invisible set?
I got on a big chain but I got a little neck

Yeah, what you know about them Texas boyz
V12 motors and Lexus toys?
What you know about the dirty South
Baguettes and princess cuts in our mouth?

What you know about that candy paint?
We smoke top flight and we drink
What you know about the dirty South?
You a bad motha, shh, boy, shut your mouth

(feat. Lea)

(Intro: Lea, (Lil' Flip))

(Lea) Uhhhhhhh
(Lil' Flip) Yeeah
(Lea) Ohh, ohh, ohh, oh baby
(Lil' Flip) Lil' Flipper (Lil' Flipper)
(Lea) Ooh baby
(Lil' Flip) My girl Lea (my girl Lea) hit it

(Chorus: Lea)
Sunshine
I can call you my baby boy
You can call me your baby girl
Maybe we can spend some time (some time)
I can be your sunshine!
I can call you my baby boy
You can call me your baby girl
Maybe we can spend some time (some time)
I can be your sunshine!

(Verse 1: Lil' Flip)
Look, I know you wanna chill wit a player
But all you got to do is keep it real wit a player
Just answer your phone whenever I call
Cause I'm riding on chrome whenever I ball
I like them short and tall but not too thick
I just walk in the spot and take my pick
And they wanna roll cause they like my style
And when I pop my collar I make them smile
I need a lady in the streets but a freak in the sheets
That know how to cook cause a nigga like to eat
Spaghetti, shrimp and steak and I'll adore you
I'll treat you like milk, I'll do nothing but spoil you

(Chorus: Lea)

(Verse 2: Lil' Flip)
I know your friends wanna holla cause I got them dollars
Push the Maybach Monday, tuesday Impala
I switch whips like kicks I'm a balla (I'm a balla)
And if I get your phone number I'm a call ya (I'm a call ya)
And we can meet up the next day and chill
But I'm always on the road baby girl, that's how I live
I got bills to pay, I got moves to make
But when my plane touch down, pick me up at 8:00, don't be late

(Chorus: Lea)

(Verse 3: Lea)
We don't have to be in love (love)
We can just be friends!
I will be right there, beginning to the end!
I can bring my girls (girls), you can bring your friends (friends)
We can both have fun, don't want this stuff to end!

(Verse 4: Lil' Flip)
They say love is pain and pain is love
I know ya Momma mad cause you talk to a thug
You think you know my type but you ain't got no clue
About - what a nigga like me do
I like to stack my bread and flip my chips
And I can change ya life if ya get wit Flip
I take private jets to Vagas, man
It's twenty bread each pick cause I'm major man
We can cruise the world in a Bently Azure
But don't worry, the chauffer open the door
You couldn't ask for more cause we got it all (we got it all)
Cause you my baby girl right?, right?

(Chorus: Lea)

(Outro: Lea)
We don't have to be in love (love)
We don't have to be in love (love)

(Lil' Flip)
I thank god everyday
For paving the way
Cause he made me what I am 2day
A young entrepreneur with amazing talent
In order 2 b the best you must take the challenge
I'm trying 2 b number 1 cause number 2 don't matter
People trying 2 pull you down when you climb the ladder
Niggaz hate 2 c u up but they love it when you down
That's why I'm always proud when I come around
cause talk is cheap that's why I rap
I'm getting NBA money with no salary cap
Mama it feels good to put money in your mailbox
This for my niggas locked up in the cell blocks

(Chorus repeat 2 times)
Cause the sun don't shine
That's why I spit these rhymes
To ease my mind
For real I got to get away

(Lil' Flip)
In life you go through drama and pain
And when someone close dies it'll give you a migraine
And a whole lot of stress, a whole lot of tears
The days turn into nights, the nights turn into years
I'm not happy here, I'm on another atmosphere
I got to get away just to get my mind clear
That's why I smoke so much it relieves my stress
Just imagine everyday I got to wear my vest
I got to watch my back
Cause niggas hiding the jack
When you see these moving like crack you feel that
To all my niggas in jail you better keep your head up
To my niggas in the hood keep your bread up

(Chorus repeat 2 times)

(Lil' Flip)
If I died today shit lived my life
And if I could do it again Id do it twice
No more moving white or shooting dice
Or creeping late night trying to screw your wife
Cause I'm a changed man with the heart of a lion
Even if I was a midget id be fighting a giant
Ill never give up I'm from the home of the braves
I'm still ballin like pac from the cradle to the grave

(Chorus repeat 3 times)

(feat. Yuk Mouth, Big Shasta)

[Talking:]
Ay man, I'ma tell you one thing man
Ay we stay ballin now (for real)
Lil' Flip is in the buildin (Clover Geez)
Yukmouth is in the buildin (Rap-A-Lot)
So all y'all rappers pretendin like you got money
We gon put y'all in y'all place

[Chorus x2: Big Shasta, (Lil' Flip), {Yukomuth}]
We stay ballin
(You know my homies down to ride
I represent the Southside with pride) (Southside)
We stay ballin
{You know my homies down to ride
I represent the Westside with pride} (Westside)

[Lil' Flip:]
Now he'll make a old lady feel like a virgin
We in the back of the Maybach, dude close the curtains
The paparazzi tryin to get another flick of me
Police muggin like I got a couple bricks on me
They hate when rappers come in town and have they club crunk
Cause we get e'rybody high and leave the club drunk
Poppin bottles, coppin tiles, puttin rims on it
I got mo' paper than you, I put my gems on it
How many rappers walk around rockin three clovers
A German car but I got a Portuguese chauffeur
No penny loafers, I ain't Mike But I'm Bad nigga
And for that paper I'll get up in yo ass nigga
You too commercial, I'll hurt you and let that nine squirt you
Yeah, I know you got a H2, but mine purple
I buy that shit you never knew existed
I hit the road and get paid, you come back home evicted, we stay ballin

[Chorus x2]

[Lil' Flip:]
Now can you, picture me roamin, high in my lowrider
I only wear t-shirts, so fuck Prada
I used to have to win battles rhymin on my turf
But now I'm walkin around with diamonds in my shirt
Wrist glitted, car kitted, I'm so gutter
Even when it's Winter time I got fo' hustlers
But when you get rich that's when the snakes come
I had to figure out the real niggas from the fake ones
This rap shit got a nigga goin overseas
But from Houston to Zurich we all smokin weed
Them Clover Geez makin moves while y'all standin still
Nigga my fuckin swimmin pool cost a quarter mil'
Cause I'm a big mack, ridin in my big 'Lac
Like 3-57 with a little kick back
We miss you 2Pac, we miss you Biggie Smalls
Until we meet again, me and Yuk' gon ball, oh boy,oh boy

[Big Shasta (Lil' flip):]
All my potnas got loot too, yeah
(Hell yeah we got loot too man, what you think?)
Said I'd rather ball with you
(You know we ballin man, rose gold and platinu, what?)
And we flippin new Benz Coupes, yeah
(Just bought that new Coupe off the lot, no miles)
And we ridin on 22's
(Deuce-deuce's baby)

[Yukmouth:]
Geah, geah, Yukmouth I'm Godzilla, ridin with Lil' Flippa
Y'all rappers buyin adapters we ridin on real spinners
With goons and gorillas we ridin with real killers
Cancun and the Villa, we playin with real scrilla, nigga
I'm still ballin, flossin and shot callin
Yuk' and Lil' Flip gon show you who boss hoggin
Y'all stompin artist, all of my rocks flawless
Still get the whole club jumpin like hydralics
I spit the hottest flows, overseas rockin shows
Still keep a flock of hoes at Roscoe's and Pappadeux
Rose gold and black diamonds is Rocky Road
Still aim, lock, and load, they'll kill you for some stop-n-go's
I rep the Westcoast, Flip represent the South
Shine with the down payment for a house in my mouth
I rock chains like Slick Rick in '82
Bentley Coupe navy blue,and still ball for DJ Screw

What, what, what, what
Yeah, we still ball for DJ Screw

[Chorus x2]

[The Game]
(State your name gangsta)
The Game
(Where you from nigga?)
Westcoast
(You gon' hold it down?)
We always do around this time

[The Game]
I ain't leaving motherfucker, I'm back
You've been away to long, I can't do nothin' bout that
The hood askin' me Why I do Bleek a tragedy?
Than drive over Brooklyn Bridge with Cassidy
I rode down flushin', in a Rove down flushin'
The hood show me love like I was Hova down flushin'
Compton's Most, where the Yonkers flow
And I got love for Queens and the Bronx fo' sho'
Got squares blowing that Cali Drove muahfucker
And I off shot like Aly Mo at the rucker
Yeah the bird Flipper in Houston with the surve sipper
I'm nice around Mikes words in pimpin'
Got a mean knuckle game, I learn my dipppin'
In '87, when Tommy Hearns was stickin'
I hear niggas dissin', why you have to use Jay?
Let that man retire
Motherfucka its a new day

[Lil' Flip]
(State your name gangsta)
Lil' Flipper
(Where you representin'?)
Houston all day
(You gon' hold it down?)
You damn right

[Lil' Flip]
I take it back to the block, them automaitcs'll pop
You try to snatch my watch, yo dumbass gettin' shot
I got the block on lock, and when the shit get hot
Ima switch up spots, I'm your boy
I'm breakin' bread with my homies, I'm bustin' lead at you phonies
I fuck your bitch when she lonely
That's every other night
I flip your wife for the green
They call me Hustle Man
Nigga, my money too big for a rubber man
I'm a veteran giving fiends they medicine
I'm in Compton with Game bumpin' Let Me In
My nigga Will in the pen, he bout to come home
Hey tell these niggas I made a million of a ring tones
I got a spring home down in Tampa Bay
And I was raised out of Scarface and UGK
Now its my turn, I want that puff money
Matter 'fact that ain't even enough money

[Cassidy]
Yeah
(State your name gangsta)
Cassidy, nigga
(Where you representin'?)
Philly, Pennsylvania
(You gon' hold it down?)
You already know

[Cassidy]
The streets wave their head cast, cause they know the industry fear Cass
I got these chicks cryin' like tear gas
Used to sell dirt weed, couldn't even put it in clear bags
But years passed now my dubs puffy like air bags
You might see me out in Houston on Flip Block
With a&nbsp;?? old school drop with the ripped top
Forget it I got shit locked, admit it my shit hot
I'm the bestest nigga since BIG, Pac
Out in tha Westcoast with Game, I let the toaster bang ya
Cut you more times than the cards in a pocker game
Cause most you lames when and saw my battle with Free
Now all you wanna battle for free
You see if you ain't got millions to bet, or put your deal on the desk
You ain't real and I don't feel you a threat
So I suggest you get off my dick and go vote or somethin'
'Fore you get the sawed off and tossed out a boat or somethin' (nigga)

(Chorus)
Sorry lil mama I gotta go
Not tryna hit and run ya but I got another show
It's already check out time plus my plane leaves at four
Give me them digits
At a later date I'll f**k withchu some more
Meanwhile rollin on chrome
Every lil mama I run into wanna take me home
Tryna give em my lil fair share
Because they all want this bone
So don't get mad at me if my cell phone is on roam
I'm just tryna get some dome

(Lil Flip)
Now if you rollin wit me come now
I'm a gangster
I never put my gun down
I can't drive girl cuz I'm high
I see yo belly ring
Plus you got a butterfly
28's when I roll out
10 clear coats on my coach ride
What's your name
Where you from girl
I got a presidential suite you can come girl
I got cris by the case load
What the hell yo baby daddy in my face fo'
Now I'm reachin for my waist hoe
We got chicks in every state bro

(Chorus)
Sorry lil mama I gotta go
Not tryna hit and run ya but I got another show
It's already check out time plus my plane leaves at four
Give me them digits
At a later date I'll f**k withchu some more
Meanwhile rollin on chrome
Every lil mama I run into wanna take me home
Tryna give em my lil fair share
Because they all want this bone
So don't get mad at me if my cell phone is on roam
I'm just tryna get some dome

(Verse 2)
The whip paid fo'
She starin at my watch
I'm like what you in my face fo'
Ha
She heard alot of gank
She want alot of gangster
Ride wit a gangster
I'ma type of gangster
It aint bout the fame
She just diggin my nature
It aint bout the change
She still wantin the paper
I'm feelin ya style
And ya classy ways
I want my child in ya stomache
But not havin my baby
Anyway


I'm a one night stand man
After this night
I'ma dump you like a trash can
Like I set you on fire
I can put you out
I want ya gas can and I can be ya water spout

(Chorus)
Sorry lil mama I gotta go
Not tryna hit and run ya but I got another show
It's already check out time plus my plane leaves at four
Give me them digits
At a later date I'll f**k withchu some more
Meanwhile rollin on chrome
Every lil mama I run into wanna take me home
Tryna give em my lil fair share
Because they all want this bone
So don't get mad at me if my cell phone is on roam
I'm just tryna get some dome

(Z-Ro)
I gotta Sprint
And a T-Mobile
And a Nextel phone
And all three of em ringin from bad ass bitches that wanna bone
Take one of two calls
Take on to the telly
And take one home
Cuttin corners barely missin the crib
Try not to break her bone
WHY!
I'm sittin on top of 83's and fresh ass meat
A nigga tried to jack me for em so I left his chest open last week
I'm rude as a mothaf**ker
But I get nice when I recieve head
Might fall off for a minute
But I get back right when I recieve bread
Chop em up wit something
Shorty thick
Go straight to the bed wit it
Run her on the low low cuz someone's always watchin like a fed visit
Crucify the coochie then cut a couple of corners
Crusin quick to end and quit this
Before I fall in love

(Chorus)
Sorry lil mama I gotta go
Not tryna hit and run ya but I got another show
It's already check out time plus my plane leaves at four
Give me them digits
At a later date I'll f**k withchu some more
Meanwhile rollin on chrome
Every lil mama I run into wanna take me home
Tryna give em my lil fair share
Because they all want this bone
So don't get mad at me if my cell phone is on roam
I'm just tryna get some dome

(Lil Flip)
Now if you rollin wit me come now
Now if you rollin wit me come now

<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

<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

She ain't got it all, she ain't got it all
Is something wrong with her 'cause she ain't got it all
She ain't got it all, she ain't got it all
She on some other shit 'cause she ain't got it all

She ain't got it all, she ain't got it all
Somebody get this girl 'cause she ain't got it all
She ain't got it all, she ain't got it all
I don't want it with this girl 'cause she ain't got it all

See, she ain't got it all, she ain't got it all
All you crazy hoe, I know a lot of y'all
I had this one girl, she had a body, dawg
Pretty in the face just like a Barbie doll

I met her in the club, she was hot and all
At first I really liked her but later not at all
I took her to the crib and she was naughty, dawg
She took me to the head just like a Tylenol

She sees my piece and chain, she see my diamond ring
That's what the problem is, she feel I got it all
See, I done met the game but see, I play the game
So I'ma call the clique and toss her like a volleyball

She ain't got it all, she ain't got it all
Is something wrong with her 'cause she ain't got it all
She ain't got it all, she ain't got it all
She on some other shit 'cause she ain't got it all

She ain't got it all, she ain't got it all
Somebody get this girl 'cause she ain't got it all
She ain't got it all, she ain't got it all
I don't want it with this girl 'cause she ain't got it all

Say, now she callin' me and she keep on callin' me
I'm not a toilet bowl, so why she stallin' me?
She crazy in the head, oh yeah, she gotta be
And then she be at all my shows, I think she followin' me

Now I don't bother her, so why she botherin' me
She see me ballin' so she tryna win a lottery
She stay around 'cause she know I be where them dollars be
But I wouldn't spend a dollar on her in a dollar tree

I know you think I'm mean, well, I don't try to be
So suck it up 'cause see, Dorrough don't do apologies
She asked am I a G, I tell her possibly
But if a G is what she want then I don't try to be

She ain't got it all, she ain't got it all
Is something wrong with her 'cause she ain't got it all
She ain't got it all, she ain't got it all
She on some other shit 'cause she ain't got it all

She ain't got it all, she ain't got it all
Somebody get this girl 'cause she ain't got it all
She ain't got it all, she ain't got it all
I don't want it with this girl 'cause she ain't got it all

Look, I done took her to Benny Hana's then I took her to the game
Black off sets on a peanut butter range
Whole purple sets plus I'm leaning on that drank
I used to make it rain, now I make it hurricane

That was her name, she was bad and she had a great job
I ain't gone lie, she the reason why I got 8 car
She hustle for her daddy and her daddy me
You wanna date with her, this gone cost you a B

I'm on them hoe, I'm sitting low
I'm doin' this for pimp screw and Big Moe
This Flip and Dorrough, he keep shit like here
And baby girl, these some gators, my watch your step

She ain't got it all, she ain't got it all
Is something wrong with her 'cause she ain't got it all
She ain't got it all, she ain't got it all
She on some other shit 'cause she ain't got it all

She ain't got it all, she ain't got it all
Somebody get this girl 'cause she ain't got it all
She ain't got it all, she ain't got it all
I don't want it with this girl 'cause she ain't got it all

<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>

<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>

Here we go
Welcome to my world nigga of
Cadillacs and stacks
Triple X throwbacks with my name on the back
Uh, I know you see us
You wanna be us
With Jam Master Jay on my Adidas
Plus I ride around in two-seata's
I hope its cold cuz i'm comin wit my heata
I'm on Fleeta doin 150
Can't you tell my cut i'm pimpin
And if I hit one time shes limpin
And if he trick one dime he's simpin
Cause we don't do it like that over here
All we do is grip grain on the stair
Like Killer Mike all I do is dream about sex
But when I wake up I have a dream about a check
And after that I burn rubber when i jump in my Vette
Yet his hoes raise up but it ain't come out yet, I'm Speed Racin

On 20's (On 20's)
Wheels Spinnin(Wheels Spinnin)
These hoes grinnin
I pulled up with the top off
On 20's (On 20's)
Wheels spinnin (Wheels Spinnin)
these hoes grinnin
Futuristic tennis shoes when I hop off

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah I got a need for speed get in da truck wit me
Or we can start the Bentley doin a buck fifty
I'm so gangsta, chickenheads dont' wanna fuck wit me
But you can love me or hate me baby you stuck wit me
And I'm a flow til the police come and get me
We run dis city, you can't do nothin wit me
Its young red ya'll I'm rollin something sticky
You see them 20's believe they worth three a penny
And I ain't really got nuthin to lose
So announce on 22's start spreadin the news
Lets speed it up a little
Hoes love to choose
Soon as the spot the drop
Man it gotta be the shoes
The fast lane is where a nigga live ev'r night
Look for the grain stay away from the red light
Them old folks hear me creepin up the st

This for all my players out there ridin'... spinners I don't care where you at, the club parking lot The express way, whatever What I want you to do right now is just STOP And let em' keep spinnin' man

[Hook 2X]
I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners They don't stop I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners They don't stop I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners They don't stop I'm ridin' spinners, I'm ridin' spinners I'm rolin'

[DJ Paul]
Pedal to the metal then STOP, [*Brakes*] Take another sip from the syrup then STOP [*Brakes*] Let my seat back, drop the top then STOP [*Brakes*] See me something sexy, spot that ass I gotta STOP [*Brakes*] My rims so shiny they clear like flat-screen plasma Gals break when they see em' it's hard to breathe like they got asthma Older people trippin' cause they think they seein' thangs My car sittin' still but my rims still rolin' man, they off the chain

[Juicy J]
Everybody let ya spinwheels spin like a spinmill Juicy J on certain pills, cruisin' down to Knoxville See them thangs shinin' sparkin' like a diamond Bumpin' the Alpi-ne, why you's a lyin' Eyes like a Chinese, I'm drinkin' on the Heiny I'm ridin' on the strip, any party you can find me You rollin' with the finest, the North Memphis highness You ball till ya fall, till a player aged ninety

[Hook 2X]

[Lil' Flip]
I got twenty inch spinners on my drop [*Brakes*] Nothin' but white and yellow rocks in my watch [*Brakes*] I'm doin' one-fifty so I'm watchin' for the cops [*Brakes*] Since I'm in the Lamborghini I ain't gon' stop [*Brakes*] I'm packin' a glock believe it or not I'm ready to bust And down here we drink purple (And we drink that Tuss) So

<i>[Talking]</i>
Oh, oh, oh, haha
You know what this is right?
This the real hip hop
None of that watered down shit you used to
Rest in peace Big L, rest in peace Big Pun
Rest in peace Left Eye, and rest in peace Aaliyah

<i>[Verse 1]</i>
It ws all a dream, the fancy limousines had me on a paper chase
Back befo' Snoop Dogg beat his murder case
I used to jam Run-D.M.C.
Monie Love, MC Lyte, and Biz Markie
When LL was bad with that gold rope phone
Back when niggas used beepers now we got mobile phones
Me and my homies used to battle at the park
We had to be back on our street by the time it got dark
We used to wear cross colors now we love Guess
"6 minutes your on" like Dougie E. Fresh
I'm capable, I'm makin dough like Puffy did
But this ain't happen overnight, trust me kid
Now e'rybody wanna spit 16
And live the glamourous life, on the T.V. screen
But it ain't that easy, y'all rappers cheesy
I can't leave rap alone my fans need me

<i>[Chorus]</i>
This the real hip hop
(Ay, you know we miss you 'Pac and Biggie)
This the real hip hop
(Ay, when I'm on stage my niggas rockin with me)
This the real hip hop
(Ay, this time around I need five mics)
This the reall hip hop
(Cause my whole album ain't about ice)

<i>[Verse 2]</i>
Huh, back in the days, Kool Herc was DJin
But nowadays e'rybody instant replayin (damn)
Ain't nobody scratchin now (why?)
Cause e'rybody goin platinum now
I'm a Nigga With a Attitude like Cube and them
I got fame when I start fuckin with Screw and them
Freestylin on tapes, for eight minutes straight
Pick a beat, rap to it, get another out the crate
Thanks to hip hop I got a whole lot of cake
I'm like these rappers actin like they move a whole lot of weight
But wait, in my state I'm considered the great
And I refuse to pay for radio play
Rest in peace Justo, we gon miss you dog
I know Jam Master Jay and Screw with you dog
They'll never be a DJ better than y'all
And by the way, rest in peace 'Pac and Biggie Smalls, yeah

<i>[Chorus - 1 1/2]</i>

<i>[Talking]</i>
Oh, oh, oh, haha
You know what this is right?
This the real hip hop
None of that watered down shit you used to
Rest in peace Big L, rest in peace Big Pun
Rest in peace Left Eye, and rest in peace Aaliyah

<i>[Verse 1]</i>
It ws all a dream, the fancy limousines had me on a paper chase
Back befo' Snoop Dogg beat his murder case
I used to jam Run-D.M.C.
Monie Love, MC Lyte, and Biz Markie
When LL was bad with that gold rope phone
Back when niggas used beepers now we got mobile phones
Me and my homies used to battle at the park
We had to be back on our street by the time it got dark
We used to wear cross colors now we love Guess
"6 minutes your on" like Dougie E. Fresh
I'm capable, I'm makin dough like Puffy did
But this ain't happen overnight, trust me kid
Now e'rybody wanna spit 16
And live the glamourous life, on the T.V. screen
But it ain't that easy, y'all rappers cheesy
I can't leave rap alone my fans need me

<i>[Chorus]</i>
This the real hip hop
(Ay, you know we miss you 'Pac and Biggie)
This the real hip hop
(Ay, when I'm on stage my niggas rockin with me)
This the real hip hop
(Ay, this time around I need five mics)
This the reall hip hop
(Cause my whole album ain't about ice)

<i>[Verse 2]</i>
Huh, back in the days, Kool Herc was DJin
But nowadays e'rybody instant replayin (damn)
Ain't nobody scratchin now (why?)
Cause e'rybody goin platinum now
I'm a Nigga With a Attitude like Cube and them
I got fame when I start fuckin with Screw and them
Freestylin on tapes, for eight minutes straight
Pick a beat, rap to it, get another out the crate
Thanks to hip hop I got a whole lot of cake
I'm like these rappers actin like they move a whole lot of weight
But wait, in my state I'm considered the great
And I refuse to pay for radio play
Rest in peace Justo, we gon miss you dog
I know Jam Master Jay and Screw with you dog
They'll never be a DJ better than y'all
And by the way, rest in peace 'Pac and Biggie Smalls, yeah

<i>[Chorus - 1 1/2]</i>

I got them rainbow colors in my cup
Jollyranchers man that shit be good as fuck
That's that syrup motherfucker that's that syrup (Gettin Blowed)
That's that syrup motherfucker that's that syrup (I'm Blowed)

[Verse One: Lil' Flip]
Sippin on syrup cause I love to lean
I'm high as fuck cause I'm puffin green
And I got more enfedimines then Eckers and Walgreens
I get high, as I park my, park my drop on the curb
I'm smokin on that blueberry yeah I gots that good herb
And when you come to H-town just hit me on the phone (Hello)
And I'ma come and pick yall up and we gone smoke and zone (Where yall at)
Cause you know I got that good weed and I got that purple drank
Its one twenty for an eighth and two forty for a pint
I got money in the bank so I ball like that
Got 20's on my car, on my car like that
Hit them all like that we ball like that
I'll fuck yo hoe and wont call her back
That's how we do it baby
I gotta keep it real
Oops my bad I'm like bumby I gotta keep it trill
And I dont pop no pills
I drop, I drop my trunk
So you can see my neon light and hear them speakers bump (Boom-Boom)
They call me Lil' Flip (Lil' Flip) I'm leanin to the left
I'm like the yin-yang twin, sippin this sippin this syrup by myself

[Chorus]
I got them rainbow colors in my cup
Jollyranchers man that shit be good as fuck
That's that syrup motherfucker that's that syrup (Gettin Blowed)
That's that syrup motherfucker that's that syrup (I'm Blowed)

[Verse Two: DJ Paul]
I'm zoned up and seein double
Plus everything that I seein is already double
So that's l

(feat. Will-Lean)

(Lil' Flip)
It was all a dream... (Ha-ha)
We finally made it (finally made it)
One A, One B
We came up from

(Chorus, Lil' Flip)
Rags to riches (wha)
Rags to riches (wha)
Me and Will-Lean came up from rags to riches (wha)
Rags to riches (wha)
Rags to riches (wha)
(Will-Lean) We're Clover G's, pull up, we got the baddest bitches
(Lil' Flip) Rags to riches (wha)
Rags to riches (wha)
Me and Will-Lean came up from rags to riches (wha)
Rags to riches (wha)
Rags to riches (wha)
(Will-Lean) We're Clover G's, pull up, we got the baddest bitches

(Verse 1)

(Lil' Flip) I push a drop-top
(Will-Lean) I push a Maserati
(LF) I got five screens
(WL) In my black Denali
(LF) You know the ladies love us
(WL) You know the niggaz hate us
(LF) We learn to make the money
(WL) Don't let the money make us
(LF) We can't fuck with you fakers
(WL) We keep a gat for jackers
(LF) Them shots will hit ya ass
(WL) BOOM! Harder than a linebacker
(LF) I got a chip on my shoulder
(WL) I got three clips in my holster
(LF) Let's get it on nigga
(WL) Before I spit ya dome nigga
(LF) I'm nominated this year
(WL) We need a Grammy nigga
(LF) I'm at the Source Awards
(WL) Down in Miami nigga
(LF) I used to be broke
(WL) Now we paid in full
(LF) We back to back (back to back)
(WL) Like the Chicago Bulls
(LF) We came a long way
(WL) You shouldn't have made a left (made a left)
We made a right (made a right)
(LF) You went the wrong way
Now we coming up
(WL) Y'all niggaz goin' broke
(LF) We got our own weed
(WL) Y'all still borrowin' smokes

(Chorus)

(Verse 2)

(WL) I fuck with mad hoes
(LF) You already know
(WL) I got three chicks in Pensacola
(LF) And two in Me-ji-co
(WL) And we thuggin
(LF) Rollin' on dubs
(WL) I can't quit like Snoop
(LF) We smokin' our stuff
(WL) Nigga, you not hard
(LF) You just a pop star
(WL) You sweet in the middle
(LF) You remind me of a Pop Tart
(WL) You had a head start
(LF) But you in last place
(WL) That's what you niggaz get
(LF) For movin' at a fast pace
(WL) We number one for real-uh
(LF) Just fire up the killa
(WL) And if you wanna show
(LF) Just wire us the skrilla
(WL) We came to bring the pain
(LF) And Johnny bring the chain
(WL) What about the watch?
(LF) We got special rocks
(WL) Cause we got extra glocks
(LF) With a few extra shots
(WL) When I reflect a dot
(LF) You gettin' extra dots
(WL) We got Lexus drops
(LF) Our paper never stop
(WL) We Clover G's on top
(LF) And we extra hot

(Chorus)

<i>[talking]</i>
Yeah (yeah, yeah) uh
Lil' Flip, Bizzy Bone
(First Eazy, Houston Texas
Then Pac, then Biggie
And now it's Big Pun
Now DJ Screw, Aaliyah)

<i>[Chorus: Bizzy Bone - 2x]</i>
And even though you gone, your memory lives on
And on yeah, and even though you died
You still my nigga, my nigga, my nigga

<i>[Lil' Flip]</i>
I met Screw in 9-4 at a Fat Pat show
Back when Club Unique, use to be stadium bowl
I walked up to his car with a cassette in my hand
Then I freestyled for him cause this could be my only chance
Me and my partner Jason, we started doing mix tapes
We both smiled cause we knew this could be our big break
Then Screw wrote his number down and said hit him next week
Get your list together, and pick all your beats
Well time went by and my best friend died
Rest in peace Jason dog I wish your ass was alive
A couple months later, my second cousin passed
So that made me sit down and realize what I had
I dropped "Diamonds In Yo Face" and "Buy The Car, Buy The House"
And Screw saw me at a show and said boy you went off
Two hours later, I was making tapes at his house
And didn't nobody go to sleep until the mics went off

<i>[Chorus - 2x]</i>

<i>[Lil' Flip]</i>
I'm still on earth, and everything ter-rific
Hold me a spot, so we can reunite and kick it
People don't understand life, but one day you'll get it
But for now you better enjoy your one way ticket
And Screw, I wanna thank you for the help you gave me
We had a relationship like Lil Wayne and Baby
The day you gave me the plack saying Screwed Up Click
The Freestyle King forever is Lit-tle Flip
You let me rip, the mic while you was scratching and mixing
I wasn't trying to run shit I just played my position
We stood in the kitchen smoking, laughing and sipping
Getting high, me and you eating a basket of chicken
Before we shot fool you said Flip come get a ass whipping
I ain't gone lie, Screw could shoot with one hand without missing
I'm on a mission, I'm trying to Screw up the world
Lil' Flip gone hold it down baby that's my word

<i>[Chorus - 2x]</i>

<i>[Lil' Flip]</i>
Now the last verse, I ain't even got to curse
I'm use to seeing your Impala not you riding in a hearse
You set a trend, that'll never be forgotten
Just imagine Batman if he didn't have Robin
But I learned a lot, and I'm glad I'm in a click
And please believe, I still drop underground hits
I got your name tatted on me with a crown on top
You probably DJ'ing up there for Biggie Smalls and Pac

<i>[talking]</i>

<i>[Chorus - 2x]</i>

f/ Redd, SPM

(talking)
Got to do something for the playas
If you ain't a real playa, you'll have to
Go to the back of the club
This for the playas and the ballas (ballas)
And the pimps, for everybody (Southside)
Who rocking lots of ice, teeth shine
Piece shine, pull up looking clean
On two 20's nigga

(Chorus)
Put your fist up
If you wearing a rolex put your wrist up
Grab your styrofoam cups of drink mixed up
If your car broke down get it fixed up
Playas put your fist up, let your piece shine
If you got diamonds in your grill let your teeth shine
And when we at the club we be creased down
You ain't never seen no playa like me huh
Don't ball with Sucka Free huh

(SPM)
I just put some new rugs in my two story club
Hoes getting dug in my king size tub
Boys getting drugged, trying to act like a thug
No fucking love while I sip purple mud
I fly like a dove, smoke like a champ
Never run from no one cause I might catch a cramp
Smoking damp, fucking on a old school tramp
Ten dollar rock for a twenty food stamp
My name is Carlos holla fuck these hoes
Life is like ballet stay on your toes
My dream is to keep the world up all night
Cause I got enough caine to have a snowball fight
I floss gators, got cribs with elevators
So much cash I bought a pool for my neighbors
Dopehouse and Sucka Free, run your ass up a tree
Fuck with me, and you'll be keeping dad company

(Chorus)

(Lil' Flip)
Now when I walk into the club people say (where he go)
But when I open up my mouth they be like (there he go)

(Redd)
When Redd sliding through the club I'm throwing my elbows
Any girl I snag, she sticking like velcrow

(Lil' Flip)
And when I take my watch off, they say (who cut the lights off)
And I can freestyle all night until they cut the mics off

(Redd)
As soon as I touch the stage, broads ain't paging they man
Instead they spilling liquor, waving they hands

(Lil' Flip)
Well I'm a valet parker and a endo sparker
So many waves in my hair I got to wear swimming goggles

(Redd)
Now we ready to buy the bar tossing shit the counter
People notice my name and run over the bouncer

(Lil' Flip)
Now when you see me in the club I'm dressed top of the line
I'm mixing up codeine and popping bottles of wine

(Redd)
Look I met a chickenhead from Michigan showing her tattoo
Hit it off at the bar too let's scram so we could car pool

(Chorus)

(Lil' Flip)
Hey, this for my Blacks, Asians, Chinese and Caucasians
Muslims, Irish and even Jamaicans
Hispanics, Indians, throw your sets up
And all the fine women, raise your dress up
Hold up your piece if you got ice in it
And put your white cups up if you got pink sprite in it
You might see me at the bar but I don't drink that much
I just bought an Escallade and I'm gone paint that truck
I got three million in the bank, but it ain't that much
Now when I look at magazines I say ain't that us
I'm in the VIP section, wearing a black dob
I got the women screaming whoa but my name ain't Black Rob
Man, they screaming Lil' Flip at the front of the club
A nigga buzzed off this remmy with a blunt and a hug
When Sucka Free in the club women lose they brains
If I need ice in my cup, then I use my chain, bling bling

(Chorus)

(feat. Chamillionaire)

[Hook: Chamillionaire]
You know I stay stacking my cheddar, leaning back on the leather
With a ride or die chick, on my side
Nobody does it better, so somebody better tell ya
That you dealing, with a playa fo' life
I'm a playa fo' life, I'm a playa fo' life
I'm a playa fo' life, I'm a playa fo' life
You need a baller, I'm a baller your type
You need a playa, that's what I is fo' life

[Lil' Flip:]
24's on the coupe when I roll by, four guns on my lap when I roll high
Now I'm back in the trap with four fpies, three macks on my lap and a fo'-five
Mo'fuckers ain't know I could rap fast, mo'fuckers ain't know I could stack cash
Lil' mama right there she got a fat ass, but you know Clover Geez don't trick cash
Now let me slow it down, for all you Screw heads
Don't call me Flipper, it's Mr. I Can Do Dat
Fuck a lay-away, if I like it I buy it
And if it's purple haze, if I like it I try it
I'm doing 85, on 2-88
The music so loud, my phone on vibrate
I missed like twenty calls, and two of em my dogs
And you guessed it right, the rest of em broads

[Hook]

[Lil' Flip:]
Come with me and tour the globe, let me show you how it go
I'll take you out that Bebe, and put you in designer clothes
You'll be closing Phantom do's, and Dolce & Cabana clothes
The paparazzi waiting, when you stepping out that G4
G5 we fly, we high ah man
I bet your man, ain't never had a hundred grand
I be drunk every hour, I be high every minute
I be dodging the press, because my windows tinted
I'm a playa for real, diamonds lay on my grill
To get out my deal, I had to pay two mill
Now I'm happy as ever, laying back on my leather
The number one fly boy, on the back of my sweater

[Hook]

[Lil' Flip:]
Them chicks in Chi-Town, looking for a real playa
Them chicks in Las Vegas, they get that money out there
Them chicks in New York, cute but they talk rude
Them chicks in Paris France, now they know what to do
Them chicks in Berlin, they say they want a playa too
I got the chicks in the Lou, they hollin' what it do
Them Cali chicks, want a playa with that real do'
That's when I pull up in my drop, and let me grill show

[talking:]
Ay-ay come ride-come ride-come ride
Ay, Southside for life
Ain't nobody do it like me, aaay

[Hook]

(Chorus 1) - Lil' Flip (Lil' James)
You on point James (I'm on point Flip)
You act bad James (I act bad Flip)
You got skills (Nigga you know I got skills)
Then lets put our brains together and make some mills

(Lil' James)
I got skills like a coal mine lined up with a drill
Keep the crowd on their feet like Vince Carter wind mills
I'm from the heart of the streets it ain't no harder than me
You better throw in a towel you can't flow harder than me
If ain't sparkin up sweets I'm bowgarding the beat
Then I'm in studios spittin flows dodging the heat
Game is harder to creep mind harder to piece
It's so throwed you gon need tinted goggles to see
It's iced out
You think you can hang like Wayne its lights out
You think you can hang with Big James you might drop
You think you can grip with Lil' Flip you might ship
So don't slip we knocking tight like vice grip

(Chorus 2) - Lil' James (Lil' Flip)
You on point Flip (I'm on point James)
You act bad Flip (I act bad James)
You got skills (Nigga you know I got skills)
Well lets put our brains together and make some mills

(Lil' Flip)
You know I got skills like Kevin Garnett
In my garage I got eleven(11) carvettes
I'm Lil' Flip and I'm the freestyle king
And I like to act bad did you peep my ring
And the heat I bring burn like acid
So step back cause I burn through plastic
I'm the hardest down south and niggas hate that
You claim you makin cash but you ain't drop a tape yet
I'm a CEO you know what that mean
Don't nobody touch my green
Some niggas can't rap some niggas can't flow
But guess what Lil' Flip can do both

(Chorus 2)

(Lil' Flip)
Well I'm a mic wrecker
A lamburgini price checker
Rolex baggetts 30 pointer ice bezel

(Lil' James)
I'm a freestyle ace
Shining all in your face
Same gator on my shoes wraped around my waisted

(Lil' Flip)
I'm a track ripper
A black dob hat tipper
I step out at the grammys wearing black slippers

(Lil' James)
I'm a bin bibber
Orange juice and gin sipper
On this track I went first the hook and then Flipper

(Lil' Flip)
I'm a song writer
And I carry my own title
I copyright all of shit
so nigga don't bite her

(Lil' James)
I'm a fast flower
True naked ass shower
Endo octomo hydro hash blower

(Lil' Flip)
I'm a big shot
I'm the king of Hip Hop
And when I freestyle I leave you with your lips lock

(Lil' James)
I'm a mud puppy
Codeine cup guppy
I eat fish shrimp french fries with hush puppys

(Lil' Flip)
I'm in a path finder
I'm autograph signer
And I'm gon be rich until I'm a flat liner

(Lil' James)
I'm a young thug ready
ninthteens(19) on my chevy
Breaking hoes like Eddie
More blades than Freddie

(Lil' Flip)
Now I'm a superstar
I know you heard of a star
We the ones that be driving them convertable cars

(Lil' James)
I'm a Sunny Side nigga out of Check A Hoe Texas
I stay money wide nigga like a chief executive

(Chorus 1)

(Chorus 2)

(Lil' Flip talkin')
Ha ha, this tha realest shit I wrote
Ya'll say we look like kids
Oh ya'll don't think I heard what ya'll said
You puttin' it on tape, this for my dogz, nigga

(Chorus)
I'll ride for my dogz, I'll lie for my dogz
If it come down to it, I'll die for my dogz
I'ma thug with my dogz, I got love for my dogz
What I'm really tryin' to say, don't fuck with my dogz

(Lil' Flip)
Grab yo AK's, pumps and even Calicos
I fight for my dogz like we at the Alamo
If you run up on me, I'ma have to tear yo' clothes
So give me what you got, yo' rings and valuables
And if you fuck wit my dogz I'ma blow you away
And chop you up like ham and throw you away
I ain't never been no hoe, so stop bumpin' yo' gums
Oh you can't talk shit, when you got a pump on yo' tongue

(Scoopastar)
I cop bricks, in tha six, watchin' flicks wit my dogz
Cause flippin' 2 for 36 and hit licks wit my dogz
Cop glocks, rock blocks, investin' stocks wit my dogz
Sit on docks, boardin' yachts, wit my big shots dogz
I'll take over ya cut wit my SuckaFree dogz
And I'll chop a busta up for APT dogz
I get brains, run trains and switch positions wit my dogz
Grip grain and swang lanes in Expeditions wit my dogz

(Will-lean)
I ride wit my dogz, I drank and get high wit my dogz
You betta run and try to hide when I collide wit my dogz
I bust AK's, aortas and 45's wit my dogz
Just make you slip, slide and fall and get tied like a hog
I break banks wit my dogz, I make stakcs wit my dogz
We rip a nigga ass up, like this track wit my dogz
I floss baggetts, princess cuts and Lexus trucks wit my dogz
And if you wanna live and raise yo kids, don't fuck wit my dogz

(B.G. Duke)
Gettin' fucked wit my dogz, I'ma make 'em call tha laws
My baggetts is shinin' and eat you up like Jaws
I'm beatin' through, black crew with wrist roo
C-note wit tha guns and Flip you get the loot
And when I shoot, I shoot to execute
Me, Taz and Scoop, hittin' licks in tha booth
That's what I do, in a bulletproof coupe
If you ain't my dog, then nigga fuck you

(Chorus)

(Lil' Flip)
Hey, hey, hey..When it come to my dogz, I'll spit on yo' face
And you bet not get caught, wit yo' shit on yo' waist
Cause if I catch you off base, I'm mamin' and choppin'
You might as well give up now, cause when I'm swangin', you droppin'
Nigga get outta line, I'm hurtin' 'em all
I caught fake niggas rough, cause when I'm swervin', they fall
I'm makin' CEO money, while you work in tha mall
And if you know about Flip, then you heard of my dogz
There he go, that nigga right there, he's a hoe
And I'm leave his white T-shirt wit a hole
I'll put him in a finger fold, don't fuck wit Flipper, hoe
I'm a kiss you wit a bullet, under a mistletoe

(Taz)
Cockin' back, point him out, watch I'll bust this nigga
Lay 'em tote, 100 shot, we couldn't trust this nigga
Infrared, touch his head, you couldn't duck this nigga
Call tha coroner, chalk him out, cause we done fucked this nigga

(Lil' Flip)
Hey, and we stuck that nigga, like a chicken, plucked that nigga
finger fucked that nigga, like shit we flushed that nigga

(Taz)
Like a diamond, we crushed that nigga, bust that nigga
And ride wit Lil' Flip, cleanin' up on niggas
Droppin' bullets like rain, wettin' up yo niggas
Fuck you and everythang you love, hoe nigga

(Lil' Flip)
In conclusion, I'll empty out a full clip
You aint known for trampolines, but you gon do a full flip
And whatever you said, I'ma make you take it back
And if you chest get got, nigga I'ma make it flat
So you betta watch out before we run in yo house
And tie you up like tennis shoes, and put a gun in yo' mouth

(Chorus)

(Lil' Flip talkin')
For my dogz nigga, ya'll wonder why ya'll don't see me, cause I only chill
wit real niggas, nigga scoopastar, the original star, nigga Taz, Will-lean,
tha chemist, B.G. Duke, Humpty Hump, Les, Snoop, my real niggas, we don't
fuck wit fraud niggas, Shasta, nigga Myron, fuck wit real niggas, you wonder
why Lil' Flip don't be givin' you dap or speakin' to you nigga, nigga you
ain't real, nigga, nigga I'll ride for my dogz....On my arm, nigga

(You don't like the ghetto, everyone knows the ghetto, it in every hood)

(Lil' Flip)
From my block to your block, ha ha, this for tha streets, ha ha, Look

(Chorus 2X)
From my block to yo' block, we stackin' chips
From yo' block to my block, we packin' clips
And if you don't work, then you don't eat
I'm tell you like this, it get rough on these streets

(Lil' Flip)
Late night, if you don't work you don't eat that shit is fo' real
You hustlin' for tennis shoes, put that shit on yo' bills
Dope fiends everywhere, like H2O
We don't believe in police, cause they too slow
I had to do what I did so I could get what I got
You wanna feel like I feel then go sit on my block
You might see teenagers, flippin' and workin'
You might see canines, sniffin' and searchin'
You might see plastic bags with drugs and stuff
You might see a whole block full of thugs and stuff
Be quiet cell phones got bugs and stuff
Real niggas in the kitchen cuttin' stuff
Wrap it up, zip it up after it bubble up
I got dreams of seeing all my money double up
I gotta get it, cause I got a family to feed
If you feel what I'm sayin' put yo' hand on yo' heat

(Chorus)

(Crime)
Do any niggas wanna step to this?
I back 'em down with tha nickel-plated fifth, watch the hip
Look at your men, they all jumpin' ship
And I ain't even bring an extra clip
Just imagine if I brought my nigga Flip
We comin' for yo' grip, that rubber band shit
And tha KG9, it spit sick, and you'll notice, your final notice, ready to die
Like my nigga Biggie from best high, keep yo' hands high
My whole clicks alibi, fuck the piece I want the whole damn pie
Eight sounds tha best high, I get it with my lips or with the rubber grip
Smoke kicks than Matrix, you cats ain't seen shit
You really know who you fuckin',you betta tell 'em Flip, my glock cocked, yo block drops
I bust shots, ya'll call cops, fuck 911 nigga we blaze spots

(Dante)
Hey Flip, from my block to yo block, I'm thugged out
I'm realizin' its some soljas Down South
Scream it loud, if you the meanest nigga
Affiliated with guns, gang bangers that pull triggas
Me and my niggas, feelin' trapped like we in a maze
Misbehave, refuse, to be a slave
And you can't break me, if the Lord want me, let him take me
Respect mine, I'm livin'life by the tech 9
I'm livin' now while I'm still hear, fuck it when I'm gone
Long as tha homies pour the beer I know its still on
We high, gettin' drunk, doin' what we want
Jail can't change us it only makes us dangerous

(Chorus)

(Godfather)
We roll V12 motors, Pittsburgh to tha Clovers
Down South they lean, the East be never sober
Elected by the voters, ride just like a lotus
I'll buy the house, never get an eviction notice
You niggas bogus, gotta keep my mind focused
Lost in the jungle, this animal's ferious
My hyponosis, count my nets and my brouses
Sell a bunch of records, like Hootie and tha Blowfish
After I recite this, you niggas shouldn't quote this
Godfather, fragilistic xpalidosius
Street bums, rap for pennies and nickels
Like nigga la vocal, give 'em the Russian sickle

(Lil' Flip)
Look, I stay on my block, I get paid on my block
It aint no such thing as being afraid on my block
I'm true to my block, I shoot wit my glock
If I don't know you, I don't wanna see you on my block
I stack on my block, I park my 'Lac on my block
Even though I'ma star, I go back to my block
I hang on my block, they know my name on my block
And every since I blew up, it aint tha same on my block
I live on my block, I eat ribs on my block
You might see me wit William Gibbs on my block
I'm real wit my block, I chill on my block
7 years and 5 days nigga, and I'm still on my block

What nigga, feel that, Lil' Flip, Cloverland, Godfather, Pittsburgh
Crime, New York, nigga Dante, California, feel that, from my block to yo
block, nigga, we do tha same..thang

<i>[talking]</i>

<i>[Lil' Flip]</i>
In elementary I used crayons, even chalk
I learned to count money before I could read and talk
And my mama told me son, you need to shine
I couldn't stand at the back, I had to lead the line
I use to make good grades, but I talked in class
In middle school I was late when I walked in class
I the teacher ran a aron, I taught the class
And what I didn't know, I was about to ask
And just because I played ball, I got easy grades
And when I turned 13, I got even fades
Everybody wearing Air Macs, Ree's and J's
But all my parents cared about, was B's and A's
In high school, I picked up my pen and pad
I had dreams, of pulling up in a Benz or Jag
I had to get it on my own, I couldn't depend on dad
I had to grow up too fast, but then I'm glad
Because the stuff I know now, I wouldn't believe it
The main goals that I set, I wouldn't achieve it
I'd probably be locked up, or running the streets
I'd probably wouldn't have platinum, in front of my teeth
I'd probably still be mocking, trying to earn a dollar
I'd probably be in the hood selling sherm or powder
But instead, I'm making bread legal dough
Going to church and staying away from these evil hoes

<i>[Chorus - 2x]</i>
You only got one life, you better do what you can
Cause when you turn thirteen, you are a man
And I can't be broke so I'ma rock the crowd
It's up to me, I gotta make my mama proud

<i>[Lil' Flip]</i>
There's a place called heaven and a place called hell
There's a place called freedom and a place called jail
And if you go to jail, they gone treat you bad
Take your commissary, and beat you bad
So I'm staying out of trouble, I'm chasing my dream
I know you see your little boy on t.v. screens
I'm blowing up, your little boy making it happen
I'm not selling dope mama, I'm making it rapping
So when you go to sleep at night, you know I'm safe
Cause in Houston everyday somebody catching a case
Like yesterday, my partner went to jail
And he ain't coming home until he fifty seven
He nineteen, so you do the math
I got smart, man, I choose to rap
So when I grow up, my kids can have a good life
That's all I wrote, y'all have good night

<i>[Chorus]</i>

<i>[ad-libs]</i>

Yeah I represent Houston man
Ya know they say we country down here
But everybody tryna ride blades
Everybody want to ride candy paint
Ya feel me?, so I'm just keepin it trill
Like my nigga Bun B say, yeah ugh ugh

I came along way I went from Cutless to Benz
From Benz to Jag on twenty-three inch rims
From crack to macs from broke to sacks
From water guns, to bee-bees, from bee-bees to gats
From stamps to tatoos from home to school
Even though I made straight A's I still broke the rules
I came along way I went from no shows, to mo'shows
I went from Duck Head, to Girbaud, and Polo
They all said ("Flip you need to stop rapping")
And now I'm rockin' 2 chains they say please stop cappin'
And I'm like what happened?I thought we was cool
But I gotta strong line so I'm like fuck you!

[Chorus: x2]
They always said I was a country boy(country boy)
But now they see the rims spinnin' on my candy toy(toy)
They always said I was a country boy(country boy)
Well look at me now bitch I'm a star(star)

Well I'm a supa dupa star in a supa dupa car
Got 9 D-V-D's I'm watching the Entourage
Nextel, Cellular(hello)windows tinted
I payed for my ride your Benzo rinted
I'm all weed scented cause I blow like Snoop
And people think I'm flippin' birds
Cause I'm rollin' in a Coupe
And I'm smellin' like Juice wit 20 rocks on my tooth
Y'all doing the Harlem Shake we raise da roof
I sprayed the Coupe with ten coats of red
And just because blades are choppin' everybody dead
And I'm like the Exorcist cause I gotta turn a head
And we can't go on a date girl if you in the (red)
Cause I'll hit you in the head wit a mothafuckin' pillow
I'm a stay Sucka Free like my homie Big Mello (R.I.P)
And that's coming straight from me
And I'm still a ghetto boy like Scarface and M-J-B

[Chorus]

I ain't ashamed of where I'm from baby I'm from the hood
And if you ask me how I'm doin' "I'm a say I'm doin' good"
And I wish you would pull out a gat and try to jack
Cause I'm a do you like a egg nigga you gettin' cracked
I ain't ashamed of where I'm from baby I'm from the hood
If people ask me how I'm doin' "I'm a say I'm doin' good"
And I wish you would pull out a gat and try to jack
Cause I'm a do you like a egg nigga you gettin' cracked

All my ex's live in Texas ha ha
Yeah Redd in a Lexus nigga that's how we doin' it
Houston know what I'm saying
Ugh that's how I'm doing it my nigga did the track
All how ass nigga can't fuck with us
Fuck y'all watch out for my nigga Redd
Doing a show soon down in Nashville
In the studio that album coming soon

LIL' FLIP LYRICS

"This Is The Way We Ball"

Heyyy, Ho (This is the way we ball)
Ah ha, Houston, Texas (This is the way we ball)
Ah ha (This is the way we ball)
(This is the way we ball)

(Chorus)
And we like to floss, all my diamonds gloss
I represent the dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty South
(This is the way we ball)
And we ridin blades, Jags and Escalades
We third coast boys but we always gettin paid
(This is the way we ball)
And we like to floss, all my diamonds gloss
I represent the dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty South
(This is the way we ball)
And we ridin blades, Jags and Escalades
We third coast boys but we always gettin paid
(This is the way we ball)

(Verse One)
I'm Lil' Flip, I'm back on the scene, freestyle king
Brand new piece, same byzentine
I'm still sippin lean, I'm still watchin "Scream"
I love wearin platinum, but my favorite color's green
I'm hoppin out Ferraris, my house is three stories
I'm still independent cause Jive couldn't afford me
The meetings were boring, for real I was snoring
The VP was fine, yeah she made me kinda horny
But that's another story, let's get back to the topic
Right now me and Hump negotiatin to buy the Rockets
We might buy the Comets - name it, I done it
If you see it and want it, buy it, own it
This is for my homies, Pat and DJ Screw
R.I.P. dawg cause I really miss you
Boy I'ma stay true, until the day I fall
East coast and West coast, this is how we ball

(Chorus)
And we like to floss, all my diamonds gloss
I represent the dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty South
(This is the way we ball)
And we ridin blades, Jags and Escalades
We third coast boys but we always gettin paid
(This is the way we ball)
And we like to floss, all my diamonds gloss
I represent the dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty South
(This is the way we ball)
And we ridin blades, Jags and Escalades
We third coast boys but we always gettin paid
(This is the way we ball)

(Verse Two)
I'm thinkin - designer clothes and fashion shows
I'm thinkin - all my albums goin platinum and gold
I'm thinkin - Jaguars and a Bentley Rolls
I'm thinkin - bein rich before I'm 24
I'm feelin - wood grain all in my tinted truck
I'm fillin - all my teeth up with princess cuts
I'm fillin - jugs up, no mo empty cups
I'm feelin - like I'm worth 10 million bucks
And I know - I wear a watch, yo it was made from a game
And I know - my rims chop like the blades on a plane
And I know - yo baby mama still givin me brain
And I know - that ain't platinum, that's a silvery chain
And I make - nothin but hits when I step in the booth
And I make - rainbows from the sun reflect on my tooth
And I make - DVD's light up in my coupe
I think I feel I know I make money, how bout you?

(Chorus)
And we like to floss, all my diamonds gloss
I represent the dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty South
(This is the way we ball)
And we ridin blades, Jags and Escalades
We third coast boys but we always gettin paid
(This is the way we ball)
And we like to floss, all my diamonds gloss
I represent the dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty South
(This is the way we ball)
And we ridin blades, Jags and Escalades
We third coast boys but we always gettin paid
(This is the way we ball)


(Verse Three)
I'm swangin, about to rip the kizzerp, sippin on my syzzerp
If you buy first from me then you just bought a dizzert
Swangas on my whizzeel, platinum in my grizzeel
Me and Doby D stay blowin on some kizzeel
I'm higher than a hizzeel, mind on a mizzell
Southside of H-town show me how you fizzeel
Now you see we ball, now you see we rich
I represent the legendary Screwed Up Click
I wreck I-45, I wreck 2 Screw tapes
I'm 3 wheelin, poppin trunk, goin down Fuqua
So move out of my way cause I'm ridin double R
MJ right behind me in a Lexus bubble car

(Chorus)
And we like to floss, all my diamonds gloss
I represent the dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty South
(This is the way we ball)
And we ridin blades, Jags and Escalades
We third coast boys but we always gettin paid
(This is the way we ball)
And we like to floss, all my diamonds gloss
I represent the dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty South
(This is the way we ball)
And we ridin blades, Jags and Escalades
We third coast boys but we always gettin paid
(This is the way we ball)

[Lil' Flip]
Uh, take a look in my eyes, tell me what you see
A nigga who was young, grew up to be a G
I started off playin basketball for my coach
He started hatin so I took a differint approach
I'ma rap, fuck sweatin, and I'ma do somthin
(like what) that a nigga won't be regrettin
Could I ride? (no)
Could I steal? (no)
Could I jack? (no)
Should I kill? (no)
Nah, I gotta get my shit together
Cause a nigga need a house and big furniture with the leather
I pick up the pen, I pick up the pace
And I used to be broke I couldn't even pick up my face
And now, listen to the shit a nigga be doin
While you nigga's thinkin that a nigga's career be ruined
From smokin, and drinkin
Drinkin, and smokin
And I'ma try and go platinum while you thinkin and hopin
Wishin and lookin, trying to do what I do
And if ya fuck with me, ill shoot or ill sue
And how you want to' handle business, I can get it like that
And sellin work on the block, I used to get it like that
But I had to back back, and open up my eyes
When you runnin in these streets, you might get a surprise
Your friend could be a foe, your girl could be a hoe
And everybody you think got your back, you don't know
Doop been here before a nigga got rich
So Doop right here when I ridin in my 6
My nigga Cease make beats for me everyday
And guess what he don't never ask to get payed
My nigga Red keep it real, Hump got my back
When I didn't have a car, Hump bought a Lac
Now Hump bought a Jag, and I'm in it
Runnin through these hoes but my name ain't Emitt
Uh

[Chorus: Lil' Flip]
It's a fact - everybody smiling ain't your friend
Everybody with a grin contemplating on you man
It's a fact - you reap what you sow, better watch what you do
Cause you'll do it to somebody that'll do it to you
It's a fact - your best friend will turn his back on ya
Pull a gat on ya, even rat on ya
It's a fact - that most niggaz act like hoes
It's a fact - that most niggaz act like hoes

[Lil' Flip]
Now who can you trust, who can you depend on?
When you all broke need money to lend on
When you tryin'a ball and your money been gone
When you tryn'a put the down payment on 10 homes
Will your nigga ride for you? Will your nigga bust?
Will a nigga come and get your ass out them cuffs?
Will your nigga take you to the mall and buy some clothes?
Will your nigga ever put you first before them hoes?
Will your nigga buy you drank and smoke up the weed?
Ride for your ass when niggaz shootin down your street
Come to your funeral and tell a fuckin story
Think about them nuts that we took with no glory
That category, the list
The rappin the hoes, the hoes and the shows
It comes and it goes
De Da De Da De Da

[Flip talking]
Straight up nigga, that's how I feel
Know what I'm sayin'?
Everybody needs to be ballin nigga
If you got chain nigga, your nigga need to have a chain
If you gotta' cut nigga, your nigga need a cut
If you gotta' hundred in your pocket nigga
your nigga need at least have fifty, know what I'm sayin?
niggaz that get in the rap
forget about them niggaz who helped 'em nigga
Keep it real nigga
So that's why I don't want to fuck with you new niggaz man
I ain't shootin marbles with you niggaz
But y'all cool

[Lil' Flip]
If it ain't Suckafree don't fuck wit me
Cause I know you got your eyes on my luxury
If you ain't Suckafree don't fuck with me
Cause I know you got your eyes on my luxury

[Chorus]

[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

[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

(*talking*)
Ok (believe that) we broadcasting live
From Redd's showroom ya heard me (off top)
We still balling, we still doing this shit ya heard me
We still in it (believe that) it's that flame shit

(Yung Redd)
The wheels on my truck, go round and round
I'm sitting 24 inches, off of the ground
How that sound, mama said do what you'd like
Hold it rocking flights, red, white and blue stripes
But hold up, down South still on nonstop
Cause we been representing down here, for a while
With no solo album, I was still amazing
Stayed full of them trees, I was purple hazing
Look at me now, Redd ain't playing around
Two skinny, but my stacks keep weighing me down
They say balling is a habit no, I can't help it
Now I got more green, than a Boston Celtic
So I'm going all out, on a money route
Now I think these niggas, really know what I'm about
I don't know where you been, I don't know where you from
But around these parts, we get it how it come

(Chorus: Chamillionaire - 2x)
See I'm a flosser, balling like you see it
Recognize me as a balla, legend in the streets
Best believe I did it all but, that will never stop me
From feeling like a flosser, cause I'm a balla

(T.C.)
I'm still in the game, y'all catch my drift
I got that work cheap dog, peep my flip
When I hop out the truck, y'all catch my drift
The rolly's so icy, bitch get off my dick
We ride the finest cars, you know we stay stunting
Rims so big on the six, they sit funny
If it ain't broke don't fix it, blunt it and blist it
In a all blue something, with the plates unlisted
Like Nike, keeping you bitch niggas in check
Yeah whodi you know me, they boy is back
With two bricks, two chicks and two platinum Macks
I stay grinding, so you know I stay shining

(Chorus: Chamillionaire - 2x)

(Yung Redd)
See I'm like a value meal, my doe supersized
Copping a brand new Bentley, Coupe to ride
With mo' cake than a bakery, we got cream
Candy truck radio up, like Raheim
7-1-3 nigga, that's the name of my team
We still get full of that syrup, and gangsta lean
I still be ghetto fab, if I drove a yellow cab
Yung Redd enough said, my niggas got cash
Don't get it twisted up, my wrist lit up
You gotta show me something, for me to get up
Just call me a rough neck, but I cash enough checks
To put me in a Vet, and roll off with a set
The streets give me respect, for everything that I did
As a kid I always kept a strap, close to my ribs
But I don't know where you been, and I don't know where you from
But around these parts, we get it how it come

(Chorus: Chamillionaire - 2x)

huh huh
I had to do somethin like dis
ya know
huh I shoulda listened
I shoulda listened

<i>[Lil' Flip - Verse 1]</i>
I shoulda listened, when ya said boy go and get a job
I shoulda listened, cause you gotta sell dope or rob
I shoulda listened, when you told me I need to go to college
but right now I'm tryin to money in my wallet
I shoulda listened, when you said boy make good grades
but instead I was worryin about dem new j's
I shoulda listened, when you said boy dont get no tattoos
now it's 2 years later and now I got 22
I shoulda listened, when you said keep playin basketball
but I was makin mo money standin in the hall
I shoulda listened, when you said I need to be in the church
but that's hard "why" cause everyday I gotta concert
I shoulda listened, when you said I need to watch my friends
cause yesterday my partner got jacked fo' his Benz
I shoulda listened, when you said dont stand on the corner
cause all black folks do is smoke marijuana

<i>[Chorus: repeat 2X]</i>
I shoulda listened, when yo told me dont do that I did it any way
I shoulda listened, when yo told me dont hustle but I gotta get paid

<i>[Lil' Flip - Verse 2]</i>
I shoulda listened, when you said quit standin on the block
cause all that do is make it easy fo the cops
I shoulda listened, when you said it dont matta what car you drive
long as you pay yo bills long as you survive
I shoulda listened, when you said dont be hangin at the club
cause people get drunk and wanna shoot the club up
I shoulda listened, when you said you cant please everybody
right now I'm findin out I dont need everybody
I shoulda listened, when you said dont bring dem niggaz to ya house
cause when you aint there theyll try to break in ya house
I shoulda listened, when you told me you reap what ya sow
so everybody I meet I cant treat'em like a hoe
I shoulda listened, when ya told me do somethin wit my time
so I picked up the pen and paper and now I'm writtin ryhmes
I shoulda listened, when you said forget the money put God first
so that's the way I gotta end my verse

<i>[Chorus - repeat to fade]</i>

<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

<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