Lil' Flip Album

[No lyrics]

(Feat. Rick Ross)

[Lil' Flip (Rick Ross):]
You smell that? (smell what?)
That's money
I smell money
Hahaaa
[Rossss:]
I know y'all wonderin' like...
"What the hell is Flip doin' man"
"How he get out his deal?"
All you gotta do is take 2 million
And walk in the door, and that's how they'll let you go
Hahaaa
Cause I get money nigga
I'm a fly boy nigga
My chain worth thousand grands nigga
That's twenty thousand karats nigga
(Yeaahhh)
Step your game up
That's why your chain ain't up niggaaa

[Verse 1: Lil' Flip]
The 4-5 on my lap when I'm in the trap hood
Blueberry by the pound, now where did you get that? (smoked it)
I can't tell you nigga, I'm not a sniitcchh
But on the real it feel great to be ricchhh
I'm just playin' my hand, watchin' "Makin' The Band" (band)
Johnny ordered my watch (watch)
And he makin' the band (yeaahh)
I be changin' it up (uuupp)
Ain't no changin' me whaaatt (whaaat)
You lil' niggas betta shut up shut up
Aye, who shut the mall down? (me!)
And who bought all the hats? (me!)
Matter of fact, don't I look good in this Cadillac? (yesss)
My roof back, my coupe black
50 grand I blew that
I'm so fly they call me "Mr. I Can Do Dat"
Cause

[Hook: w/ Rick Ross adlibs]
H-Town!
M.I.A.-yayo
That's how we do this
It's the bosss
Multi-millionaire shit 'round here
Flip what up?

[Verse 2: Rick Ross)
Might cop a Benz (whaaat)
Not a regular Benz (Rossss)
Multi-millionaire so baby I double my endsss
Mercedes, Maybach, broke niggas stay back
The boss don't play, boy you gotta pay that
Watch cop some bub (bub)
G's runnin' stacks (stacks)
They be year off (off)
Bring my money back (back)
Yeah I fuck wit G'sss (g'sss)
Out in Cloverland (yeah)
We talkin' 20 keysss
But I don't know the man (Rosss)
I'm gettin' cheese (cheeesseee)
It's time to shine (shiinnee)
I love to flip (flip)
I'm flippin' mine (Rosss)
Hoes love the smell (smell)
They smell the money (money)
You wanna smell yourself (bitch)
Well bitch shell it from me (Rosss)

[Hook: w/ Lil' Flip adlibs]

[Verse 3: Lil' Flip]
I told niggas I show niggas, I'm the best
I'm the shit in New York, but I'm a God on the West (holla!)
I must confess, 'The Source' own me two more mics (hey I need two more mics)
I took my ringtone money and bought two more bikes
I took my liquor money (yeah)
And bought another crib (yeah)
I got three maids (yeah)
That is that fuckin' game
Go ask Corn Row (ask him)
We do it big right? (right)
If I ain't front row, I ain't watchin' the fight (fuck it)
I be in Street Port wit my nigga Bayday ???
I be in airports wit my fuckin' AK (shut up!)
4-7 to 11, 1-8-7 on a cop
I know you prayin' that I flop, niggaaa!
But

[Hook]

[Lil' Flip:]
Hey pimpin' (hey pimpin')
Them diamonds you wearin' (which ones?)
Them yellow diamonds (oh these?)
They ain't real yellow diamonds homie (how you know?)
Them treated diamonds playa, haha
I'm baaacckk

[Hook:]
I'm a fly boy
I'm a I'm a fly boy
I'm a fly boy
I'm a I'm a fly boy
I'm a fly boy
I'm a I'm a fly boy
Save all the talkin' cause you blowin' my high boy (Aye, aye, aye)

[Verse 1:]
You see my paint (you see my paint)
Nigga you see my whip (you see my whip)
On twenty-siiixxes, bitch you know it's Flip
I got my stunna shades (I got my stunna shades)
I got my game tight (I got my game tight)
I fly G-5's, I don't have to change flights (haha)
Oh yes, the chest got VVS (VVS)
So many drugs I can open up a CVS (come get it)
Gucci flip flops (Gucci flips flops)
Gucci tank top (Gucci tank top)
'Fore my patna Screw I pour a lil' drank out (rest in peace)
Who flyer than me? (you?)
Who higher than me? (stop)
I'm gettin' head like Shawna ???
I'm supplyin' the streets, it ain't no denyin' a G (nope)
Look I'm the first one (wit what?), wit platinum on his teeth cause

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2:]
When I pull up all them hoes be
Tryin' to leave the club
Will they smoke some bud wit us?
Good girls like thug niggas
Po' nigga, I dare any one of y'all to try me
Even when I take a shit that pistol right by me (which side?)
I'll be, grindin' til they put my body in a tomb
Screens in my whip, bigger than the ones that's in your living room (yeah)
Candy paint shined up, twenty cars lined up (ooohh-weeee)
And they all cost bra (how much?) triple your house dawg (haha)
Call me Flip or 'Flipperachi' call me anythin' but broke
All I need is V12 nigga I can cook coke (yeah)
I'm the number one fly boy you peepin' out my chain (bling!)
I'm at the strip club, makin' hundreds rain cause

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3:]
Yo my Chevy ridin' high boy
Twelve hundred dollar shades on my eyes boy
Twelve thousand dollar blades on my ride boy
Four 18's got me soundin' like a quire boy, haha
I slow the car down and speed it up
Hey chump, I slowed your broad down and beat it up, haha
So don't be playin' wit a G shawty
Cause I can make you disappear for a G shawty
They always talk about the kid in the street shawty
The kid got more beef than the meat market, let me park it
Cause I don't trust valet wit my keys
Let's make a bet for 50 large, who flyer than me? nobody

[Hook]

f/ Lyfe

[Talking - Lyfe Singing Over Flip talking]
WOOOO...new shit, Lil' Flip and Lyfe
(Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh)-talk to 'em Lyfe
(Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh)-talk to 'em Lyfe
(Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh)-Yea

[Chorus - Lyfe]
I just can't go, I just can't stay
I just can't (you just what?)-I just can't get away
I just can't go, I just can't stay
I just can't (you just what?)-I just can't get away

[Verse 1 - Lil' Flip]
Ay at fifteen I was makin moves
drinkin beer-shootin dice at school(Yea)
when most niggaz had a nine to five shiiit(fuck that shit)
on the block we makin nine to five grand
each day, yeah we got cheap yay
my niggaz on lock they call me on three way(hello)
the hood hot like a crock pot
dope fiends cuttin yards for a twenty piece of crack rock
around my way ain't nobody watchin Matlock
we tryna hot wire cars, and break pad locks
turn soft to hard drop it in Gladlock's
and drive flashy cars and get mad props and still I want change
Last week they caught my partner with a block of caine
and can't no amount of money stop the pain
They gave him 83 years his mama went insane (Damn)

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Lil' Flip]
Comin up with no father figure
I guess that made me a harder nigga(why)
cause I don't like to ask for shit
when I came in the game with a half a brick(yes)
but I ain't telling little kids to go that route
but it's on TV everyday like they don't know that route
and little girls bein fast, bein grown tryna flirt
leavin home wearin pants, then change into a skirt
I live in the ghetto, I stay in the ghetto
run up wrong I'm sprayin that metal
cause ain't shit sweet around my way
all I know is one thing, how to get paid
with Lyfe on the hook I know we got another hit
this motivational music I know you feelin this
Ay and I was raised in the church
but where I'm from you gotta move that work

[Chorus]

[Flip]
Why everybody tryna bring me down
because of me they respect H-Town
look I was here when y'all wasn't around
the first week you did aight but then that shit went down

Why everybody tryna bring me down
because of me they respect H-Town
look I was here when y'all wasn't around
the first week you did aight but then that shit went down

[Lyfe]
They tell you, you was born to die
yo'mama she was born to cry
yo'woman she was born to lie
hold you down so you can't feel life
I tell you that it's all a lie
young nigga you just gotta try
keep your eyes up on the sky
don't let ya dreams pass you by...cause somebody said

[Lil' Flip]
Yeaahhh
Yeaahhh
Yeaahhh
Let's take it back to the streets niggaaaaaaa
East coast
West coast
Midwest
To the dirty dirtttyyyy
It's Flip Gates
The #1 fly boy
I'm strapped nigga
Let's get it poppin'

[Verse 1]
I got a brand new 'Mac I hope this bitch don't jam
I had to bulletproof the Lam, I learned that from Cam
You want a thang got em yams go straight to Money Gram
I'm from the hood, so you know I'm down wit any money scam
Black glocks, white glocks spit like sheet rock
You know a drank on me, this concert gon' stop
A lot of cops at the scene tryin' to shut shit down
You was a nobody, but now you famous now
I be out in Chi-town wit some real OG's
Matter of fact one of them had dinner wit me
You gotta play by the rules when you on these streets
You lil' niggas tryin' to mimic what you see on beef
You betta

[Hook]
Bustaclip (repeatedly w/ Lil' Flip ad libs]
I can't deny it, I'm a straight rider
You don't wanna beef wit meee

[Verse 2]
I know some Long Beach Crips (fo' reeeall?)
I know some Englewood Bloods (bloods)
And you can ask ??? fans I got Cali love (love)
I got a strap waitin' for me everytime I land
Just to send you a message, I'll clap your man
Now he under white sheets like the Klu Klux Klan
You lil' boys shouldn't beef wit a grown ass man
I got stripes in the hood, I put in work fo' real
And mentioning me, will get you put in dirt fo' real
How much that gramma yay, bitch you carry weigh
Cause I'm on this Alize and I carry cake
I came back to the streets I had to let y'all know
And by the way my new deal worth 8.4
So I'mma

[Hook]
I'm strapped nigga
I'm strapped nigga
I'm strapped nigga, what about you?

[Verse 3]
This for my Nap-town niggas all my G-town killas
The ones wit the blow and them 18 wheelers
Cross the state lines wit it on them waist line cocked
Cross lope and you know it's goin' doowwnnn (like Yung Joc)
40 cal, 50 cal, what you workin' wit nigga?
I'm in a Maserati what you swervin' in nigga?
And when I'm out in Cleveland, I'm fuckin' wit X
It's been 'bout 5 years he still holdin' my tech
I be in the gun range like everyday
You betta pray no drama ever come my way
I'm in the studio now wit a gun on my hip
And I'm tired talkin' 'bout the beef wit me and
You betta

[Hook]

[Lil' Flip Talkin']
This some shit for the street baby
We bust a clip everyday
You know what it is
I do what I wanna do nigga
When I feel like it nigga
Track And Productions on the muthafuckin' track
Full Effeck is the muthafuckin' future
Cross them niggas, I shoot you nigga
Any nigga, who got a gun and a chain nigga
And that dough, that's a true d-boy
Can't be a dope boy without a gun and a chain
Make sure you got them extra clips nigga
But on the real nigga, don't hate on a nigga when you see me pull up on that
Maserati
I'm done wit the muthafuckin' Maybach
Fuck that shit nigga, I'm on some drop top flashy "Flash Gordon" type shit
Biatch, BUSTACLIP!

[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]

f/ Big Pokey, Lil' Keke

Let's do it!

[Chorus] (4x)
Starched and cleaned
Poppin' out lookin' good
I still represent the same... neighborhood

[Verse 1 - Lil' Flip]
Aye... the whole world like "Flip where the fuck you been?"
On vacation, ridin' in my Maybach Benz (yeaahh)
I'm swangin' left and right like I ain't got no license
The nine on my hip I call it "Iron" Mike Tyson
And you already know what we mix our Sprites in (sizzurp)
Yellow gold that's where we dip our ice in (bling!)
Your hoes that's where we stick our pipes in
Homie I'm freeestylin', I'm not writin'
Man I be reppin' Texas way harder than y'all (harder than y'all)
I'm a millionaire dawg, I'm way smarter than y'all (smart than y'all)
I got 15 pieces, cars with no leases
A DJ Screw shirt in the v-suits with cream, you know I'm

[Chorus] (4x)

[Verse 2 - Lil' Flip]
Big Pokey, he from Yellow Stone
I be rollin' hella chrome
Clover watch with yellow stones (I'm shinin'!)
Cook the work then get it gone
Break it down to all zones and don't be talkin' on your phone (hello... cause we
grindin'!)
See I be gettin' cash now, my 84's glass now
Ya be ridin' on 3's, you ain't like them Clover G's
I got a ticket at the light cause my rims ain't stop (stop!)
And I hope he don't smell all this smoke comin' out
You know the Clover G's first, then Sqad-Up next (next)
So all my enemies you better guard ya chest (yep!)
Cause everyday I'm fly now, yeah my paper high now
And I represent the Screwed Up Click until I die ha!

[Chorus] (4x)

[Verse 3 - Big Pokey]
I'm a H-Town nigga (Tex)
Stay down nigga
Parkin' out at the club, at the playground nigga (aye)
I don't lay down nigga (why?)
I lay niggas down (how many?)
I rock Sean John lining, and I don't play around
I push mo' teeth than the motiff
I get my grind on homie
Everything starched down, like I gotta get my eye on (pop my collar)
And I still represent the same neighborhood (what's that?)
Yellow Stone with my yellow stones against the wood (aye)
I'm a hood nigga, tight white, white ones
Bad bitches get head pinned
I'mma go pull out the right ones
I shine like diamonds, swangin' wide with the roof back
Cushion the amp with the roof cracked
Dawg is hot, I'mma loot that

[Verse 4 - Lil' Keke]
Ayyyyeee....
I'm poppin' out and lookin 'good fresh out that wood grain
Recline the buck and hold the cup befo' I switch lane
I'm in that brain stain, where seven disc change
It's in the wind, but spinnin' rims when the speed gain (gain)
Oh yeah this Ke man, plus I stay starched and cleaned
I'm poppin' doors and pullin' hoes befo' I flee the scene
They catch us steppin' out with foreign doors and plenty slab
It's Don Ke and young Flippa, niggas do the math
The doors suicide (cide), the brains blowin' out (blowin' out)
It's chrome strutzin', buttergutcha, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
It's S.U.C., Screwston, Texas so we slowed down
You sip you drank and get you bank, this is H-Town

[Chorus] (5x)

f/ Mya

You are now rockin' wit The Symphony

[Lil' Flip]
Yessir
It's ya boy Fliperachi the #1 fly boy (yeaahhh)
I'm the building wit my girl Mya (fo' sho)
You know we doin' a song for the ladies, they want records too, you know
So if you want to come kick it wit some real pimp, a real man, a young boss
Girl money don't run out
Let me holla if you down wit Clover G's (fo' sho)

[Hook - Mya] (Lil' Flip w/ ad libs)
I know that you'd take care of me, baby please (that's right, that's right)
No baby is not jealousy, jealousy
I know that I know that you pimpin' you pimpiiiinn'
I know that I know that so I'm flippin' I'm flippiiinnnn

[Verse 1]
The first day we met, I was in my vet
I just left Warner Brothers pickin' up my check (hahaaa)
I pulled up in Wing Stop just to get me a bike
Rubber cush on my blunt so I'm high as a kite
Red monkeys wit a crist twelve hundred to pop
And when you walk by I couldn't do nothin' but watch
Cause I know you wit a cat who ain't treatin' you right
And if you wanna be happy you should leave him right now
I got a ten o'clock flight on my G-5 girl
Let me upgrade you, no more Levi's girl
I'mma show you finer thangs you can cruise the world
And when we come back you gon' have bluest purse
Yessir

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
I ain't a pimp no more, that was '99 (99)
Cause when it came to the bread I had to get mine
Top down when I'm roll up the Vegas Strip
Four pound on my hip in case a nigga trip
A hundred dollar chips, let's gamble ma (let's go)
And if the crowd get thick let's scramble ma (let's go)
No gal can cook shrimp better than ma (haha)
I had a gal ain't know what berretta or nine
After this, I'mma drop "Ahead of My Time"
The true thangs that I love is my bread and my dyme
They be like "Flip man you got a lazy flow"
That's when I say "oh wellll, I make crazy dough"
Chuchhh Chuchhh

[Hook] w/ Mya singing
You always say the things to make me staaaayyyyy
He then told me that you would change your waaayyyysss
You always got the best from meeee
I gave 'em to you faithfully
I'm flippin' now I gotta get awaaaayyyyy

[Verse 3]
So come and roll wit a fly boy
You can be my fly girl
Just you and I girl
The kid ballin' like Jim Jones (balliiiiiinnnnnnnnn)
Cause I made about 8 million ringtones (balliiiiiinnnnnnnnn)
I'm a certified mack in the streets
How many rappers got ice on the back (but they not too many)
I do it big like that rapper from ???
While you exit home put your ring out (hahaaa)
And we on private jets sippin' real wine
I was in the projects watchin' feds crime
But now I'm doin' projects gettin' paid now (yeahh)
There go the paparazzi go and put your head down (cheese, cheese)

[Hook]

[No lyrics]

f/ 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'?

f/ Epidemik

[Chorus - Epidemik]
Tell me why I can't see where I'm goin(No)
when everybody else see's,where I'm comin from
and I don't know why I travel down these dead end roads
I gotta turn this car around-and find my way home

[Verse 1 - Lil' Flip]
When you listen to my music do you feel my shit
look I don't need punchlines cause I live my shit
alot of cats selling they soul for radio play
that's why we need mo' rappers like Common and Kayne
niggaz scared to be broke so they fake it,to make it
if my album went gold I'd still be the greatest
back in the days I would get caught for trulency
but now I'm puttin money back in my community
I took my homies out the hood now they got jobs
cause it's more to life then dodgin cop cars
I played the block hard,now I play the pop charts
now I'm gettin dumb money,cause I got smart

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Lil' Flip]
Aiiyo I never seen a man cry,till I seen a man die
so when you talk to me look me in my damn eyes
cause I been through it all and my scars prove it
cause when it come to that paper homie I'm a do it
I just rhyme part time you better know it
these lines comin from my mind so I never wrote it
keep my nine by my spine so I never show it
yeah I'm addicted to pine but I never grow it
and the reason I got signed cause I'm a poet
half of my niggaz doin time but I'm focused
that's why I'm stayin on my grind if you haven't noticed
that old Cadillac transformed to a Lotus

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Lil' Flip]
When ya new album drop everybody ya friend
niggaz actin like they down but I know they pretend
I use to scrap up money for studio time
I'm like Jay Z homie I remember my rhymes
ain't nobody help me out when my cash was low
bills comin too fast so I had to blow
and I walked by faith,not by sight
cause I know G-O-D will guide me right
I take the bitter with the sweet,I know you feel my pain
why we gotta get harassed when we board the plane
I ain't tryna preach to you but I hope you relate
even at a dead end you gotta find yo'way(Okay,Okay)

[Chorus]

[Talking - Lil' Flip]
I wanna dedicate this track here to my grandparents
ya know they stuck with me through thick and thin
ya knah'im'sayin since day one,without my family
ya know I ain't got no back bone man
so I dedicate this to you and pray to God you gon'find a way...holla back

[talking:]
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

[Lil' Flip:]
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

[Hook:]
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

[Lil' Flip:]
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

[Hook]

[Lil' Flip:]
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

[talking:]
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

(feat. Z-Ro)

[Lil' Flip:]
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye

[Hook x2: Lil' Flip]
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!

[Lil' Flip:]
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

[Hook]

[Z-Ro:]
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

[Hook x4]

f/ Gudda (Sqad Up), MJG, Supa

[Talking]
Ay I know alot of y'all niggaz wonderin', haha
is this nigga doin good? (yup)
is this nigga really ridin spinners? (yup), hah
I tell them niggaz man - can't you tell a nigga doin good man
can't you tell, Lil' Flip is in the building
we got Dj Squeeky on the track...Gudda, Gudda - Clover G's

[Chorus 2X - Flip]
We throw bows, we blow dro
we ride blades and low pro's
umm....I heard you doin good
nigga can't you tell
oh you still in the hood, cause you ain't doin too well

[Verse 1 - Flip]
Now when I pull up in my drop, one switch make it rock
one switch make it hop, the other switch make it stop
I got wood grain on my dash, paper out the ass
I don't ride around with wallets I carry paper bags
ride around with tech's, endo, with a vest
Giovanni's on my Hummer, and spinners on my Lex
I rep Houston, Tex where niggaz bang Screw
we ride candy paint nigga what about yo' crew
got a piece and a chain, a watch and a ring
ten thousand square foot home, plus a spot for my plane
I spitt game to hoes to get 'em out they clothes
cause that's how it go when all ya jewelry froze
I been pimpin for awhile, I'm a hot boy like Nile
my jacket is mink - but my shoes are crocodile
I'm thuggin forever, fifty karats in my bezzel
but I'm like 'Trillville' cause y'all can't get on "my level"

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Gudda]
Uhhh I'm in the club buckin, fuck it I'm a throw some bows
hit the bar and get bent and go and fuck some hoes
I'm this bitch actin wild you know how Gudda do it
I got my pistol on my hip incase I get into it
niggaz drinkin that 'Incredible Hulk'
now he drunk and he think he the "Incredible Hulk"
uhhh they gon'have to drag him out this bitch
then the police gon'come and drag me out this bitch.... (yea, Gudda)

[Verse 3 - Supa]
I'm doin good and it feels great
I'm in the hood H2 and it's charcoal gray
supa dup'fly, boy I'm supa dup'frisby
give a fuck about the name just know he gets busy
mouth of the south you know ya know me well
hollow shells - swell you like a macaroni shell
fuck you haters, the chains is off
Clover chains is on...we off the chains lil'boy (yea)

[Chorus]

[Verse 4 - MJG]
Uh, yea, come on....
MJG, pimp tight and Lil' Flip got a hit on the chart
but if a girl wanna get on the chart, shit I'll still put a bitch on the block
you don't really want that really now tell the truth, slow ya role
you got the cars and clothes but you still don't know ya hoes
I'm a Hoe - ologist I dissect the bitch and find the problem
I got solutions for a problem I'm here to resolve 'em
pull up in a 1969 Impala whites over blacks they harder
everyday I wake up early tryna make a dollar, I think I wanna pop my collar
could it be I'm just a natural born with alittle dose of pimpin
oooh nothin but motionless women strap up put alittle life up in 'em
I don't pretend I mean exactly what I mean
I don't sell those you can go to sleep and have a dream
when I roll through the dirty south sittin up on my twenty - fo's
breakin me a ciggerillo down...fillin it up with nothin but dro
M - J - fuckin G representer of the dirty
but I spit it hard enough to make sure that the world heard me

[Chorus]

[Hook: x2]
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

[Lil' Flip:]
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

[Hook]

[Lil' Flip:]
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

[Hook x2]

[Lil' Flip:]
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

[Talking:]
This for the block, there's no place like show business
Hell naw nigga, I'm serious
I'm honored, I'm back
Take this muh'fucken rap money
And bring it back to the block nigga
Haha, fo' real, so if you gettin yo money
That drank money, you gettin it
You know, I'm just worried about me now
Got all the fuck boys from around me, hey fuck you niggas
Hey, now let's get it

[Chorus:]
After I do my concert, I bring that money to the block
And nigga I don't half, cause I want the whole block
Now whip it, now whip it, now whip it, now whip it
Now get it, whip it, ship it, and flip it

[Verse 1:]
Ay I told you muh'fuckers I'ma bounce back
With three million in cash, potna count that
If I write you a check, nigga you can cash that
And when I'm in Europe, I use my flatstack
The black car get used fo' times a day
My rims skinny, but my pockets overweight
Go get yo tubes tied, cause you a bitch boy
800 grand, and now you think you rich boy
You better step it up, my paper been straight
And by the way my new chick go to Penn Stae
I paid for her car, I paid for her books
Okay I'm lyin, but don't that shit go with the hook
I got money to blow, I oughta be ashamed
I'm playin with some change, I want Travolta plane
He got a couple of 'em, we always fuck with rubbers
This ain't O.G. kush, I like to call it Bubble

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
Ay fuck boy, I'm the James Toney of rap
Cause niggas hate me, but I still got it like that
A brand new 'Vette, I'm a ladies man
Plus my Bretlin cost me 80 grand
Ay, money ain't a thang, you know where I hang
And besides music, you know what I slang
And you know what I claim, It's Clover Geez up
And don't you hate it when yo potna smoke, all yo weed up?
I had to roll my sleeves up (why?), cause of my bracelet
And we ain't goin nowhere, so just face it
I lace weed with the syrup cause it burn slow
I make G's with my words cause it earn dough
Who woulda known Lil' Flip 'll scan five mil'
And then be forced to take a break for two years
But the block got love for the God
So you know it ain't shit for me to get a nigga robbed

[Chorus]

For the block niggas

f/ P-Nutt (Sqad Up), Z-Ro

[Chorus: Z-Ro]
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 fo'
give me them digits and a later date I'll fuck with you some mo'
mean while rollin on chrome, every lil'mama I run into wanna take me home
tryna give 'em all a 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 1 - Lil' Flip]
YEA Now if you rollin with me come now
I'm a gangsta I'll never put my gun down
I can't drive girl cause I'm high
I see ya belly ring, plus you gotta butterfly
twenty eights when I roll out
ten clear coats on my gold drop
what's yo name, where you from girl
gotta presidental suite, you can come girl
I got Cris'by the case load
what the hell ya baby daddy in my face fo'
now I'm reachin for my waist so
we got chicks in every state, WOAH

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - P-Nutt]
HUH the whip paid fo', she starin at my watch
I'm like what you in my face fo'(uhh)
she heard of rider gang, she wanna ride a gangsta
ride with a gangsta, I'm a type of gangsta
it ain't bout the fame she just diggin my nature
it ain't bout the change, she said want the paper
I'm feelin ya style and ya classy ways
I want my child in ya stomach but not havin my baby
anyway I'm a one night stand man
and after this night I'm a dump you like a trash can
like I set you on fire I can put you out
I was ya gas can and I can be ya water spout

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Z-Ro]
YEA 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 or two calls, take one to the telly, and take one home
cuttin corners barely missin the curb-tryin not to break her bone
I'm sittin on choppa eighty-threes, and fresh ass meat
a nigga tryed to jack me for 'em so I opened up his chest last week
I'm rude as a mothafucker but I get nice when I recieve head
might fall off for a minute but I get back right when I recieve bread
talk up on somethin short and thick-go straight to the bed with it
but on the low low, cause someones always watchin like a fed visit
crucify the coochie then cut a couple of corners
cruisin with me in the Bentley soon as I borrow ya...

[Chorus]

[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 x2: Chamillionaire]
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 x2: Chamillionaire]

[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 x2: Chamillionaire]

[No lyrics]

[No lyrics]

(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]

[No lyrics]

[No lyrics]

[Talking:]
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

[Verse 1:]
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

[Chorus:]
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)

[Verse 2:]
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

[Chorus 1 1/2]

(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]

[Hook]
Oh you know I got them things-bitch you know I get it crunk
Oh you know I got them things-bitch you know I get it crunk
Oh you know I got them things-bitch you know I get it crunk
Oh you know I got them things-bitch you know I get it crunk
Oh you know I got them things-bitch you know I get it crunk
Oh you know I got them things-bitch you know I get it crunk
Oh you know I got them things-bitch you know I get it crunk
Oh you know I got them things-bitch you know I get it crunk

Bitch you know,I get-you know I get,you know I get it crunk
Bitch you know,I get-you know I get,you know I get it crunk

[Verse 1-Lil'Flip]
Look you a bitch you don't wanna go toe to toe
blow to blow I'll knock ya punk ass out on the flo'
and I heard about that track you tryed to diss me on
so bitch be gone,my click is strong
nigga you just skin and bones
I keep tellin these niggaz-I roll with felony niggaz
I done lapped you 5 times you ain't ahead of me nigga
you know my pedigree nigga I'm a vet dogg
I got two words for you Fuck Ya'll
I'm tired of niggaz makin records like they want drama
over here we Clover G's desperates focuse on us
and I got niggaz everywhere and they got my back
next time you take ya shirt off bitch get some tat's

[Hook]
Oh you know I got them things-bitch you know I get it crunk
Oh you know I got them things-bitch you know I get it crunk
Oh you know I got them things-bitch you know I get it crunk
Oh you know I got them things-bitch you know I get it crunk
Oh you know I got them things-bitch you know I get it crunk
Oh you know I got them things-bitch you know I get it crunk
Oh you know I got them things-bitch you know I get it crunk
Oh you know I got them things-bitch you know I get it crunk

Bitch you know,I get-you know I get,you know I get it crunk
Bitch you know,I get-you know I get,you know I get it crunk

[Verse 2-Yukmouth]
Aww shit y'all got Yuk and Flip mixtape shit
I'm whippin up pure bricks y'all shippin out cake mix
stay Underground like Tigger so keep it in the basement
Jacobs with royal faces bitch Yuk is the Matrix
no Cartwheels,dodgin bullets,hoppin out of buildings
clock millions when you speak my killers come and pop children
rock civilans,Ak's-223's drop cielings
you'll make it out alive just paralyzed God's willing
Rap-A-Lot and Clover G's we mob like [sucillian?]
top buildings with mansions that's the size of block buildings
y'all listen you can lift wieghts,get shot
you not hot until you fuck with Clover G and Rap-A-Lot

[Hook]
Oh you know I got them things-bitch you know I get it crunk
Oh you know I got them things-bitch you know I get it crunk
Oh you know I got them things-bitch you know I get it crunk
Oh you know I got them things-bitch you know I get it crunk
Oh you know I got them things-bitch you know I get it crunk
Oh you know I got them things-bitch you know I get it crunk
Oh you know I got them things-bitch you know I get it crunk
Oh you know I got them things-bitch you know I get it crunk

Bitch you know,I get-you know I get,you know I get it crunk
Bitch you know,I get-you know I get,you know I get it crunk

[Verse 3-Lil'Flip]
Everybody wanna be Pac until they really get shot
you claim you runnin the block,but I heard you runnin with cops
homie from Houston to Harlem-we use to the stardom
when rap cats run they mouth that's when we usually revolve e'm
fuck a publicity stunt I'll fuck you up for free
cause I got niggaz in my hood that'll ride for me
my niggaz ridin for free,we ain't gotta pay for a murder
you want beef? well you ain't gotta pay for a burger
don't let us catch up with ya ass cause I'm comin with Callico's
we kickin in yo Daddy's do when we beefin that's how it go
lay it down get on the flo'-and put the Coke in the bag
I got the scope and the mac don't make me cock this bitch back[What]

[Hook]
Oh you know I got them things-bitch you know I get it crunk
Oh you know I got them things-bitch you know I get it crunk
Oh you know I got them things-bitch you know I get it crunk
Oh you know I got them things-bitch you know I get it crunk
Oh you know I got them things-bitch you know I get it crunk
Oh you know I got them things-bitch you know I get it crunk
Oh you know I got them things-bitch you know I get it crunk
Oh you know I got them things-bitch you know I get it crunk

Bitch you know,I get-you know I get,you know I get it crunk
Bitch you know,I get-you know I get,you know I get it crunk

[Verse 4-Z Ro]
Oh you know I got them things for the cheapest price around
I got out of town niggaz tryna get at me right now
and you know what them things is-them things bring change quick
I just wait for the drought to come about and get my change bitch
I also got them things that'll put a peep hole in yo forehead
fuck around and bump off the middle man so my nigga can make a lil'mo bread
I'm lookin sharp enough to cut you when I'm out in public
bitches hear how I put that thing on they home girl,now they wanna touch it
fuckin with Ro I got all the weed,I got all the guns
I got all the hundreds,I got all the fiftys,and twenties,and tens I give away all my 5's and 1's
fuck y'all bitches y'all gettin out of line wanna ride with a nigga that's gettin cash
got roach ass niggaz mad and talkin down cause I don't come thru and spend cash
bitch I fucks with Harty,Boey,and Zydie
if I see you talkin and you ain't one of them I'm a ride by
matter of fact fuck y'all niggaz cause y'all ain't man enough to face me
cause you know I gets it crunk and I keep my nickel gage off safety bittch

[Hook Till End]

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(feat. Three 6 Mafia)

[Juicy J:]
DJ Paul, Juicy J productions, Hypnotize Minds, SHUT DA FUCK UUUPPP.

[Lil' Flip:]]
Let's do it nigga, pay attention.
BRING IT BACK [x8]

[Verse 1: Lil' Flip]
Now if i front you an o
And once you make all ya doe
And if you steal from me nigga
Cause my homies kill for me nigga
Will cut off ya head
Duck tap it to ya leg
And yo partners can get it too
Now they pumpin on his chest cause they tryin to (BRING EM BACK)
I told ya nigga you supposed to (BRING A GAT)
Buts that what you get when you talk behind my back.
So tell my foes they can get it anytime
Cause when im on dat shit yea i got it on my mind Here we go

[Hook x2: Lil' Flip]
3 2 1 go
Imma let you know
Deez rap niggas hoes
Look you dont wanna fight cause i'll break yo shit
And you dont want drama wit da Clover G click (Yea)

[Verse 2: DJ Paul]
See nigga dis dope is cutless
Flip my knife, it's a black cutless
Shady paint wit da quarter top rags
Gotta for cheap, we can't brag
Hataz playin but they better have a plan B
I got a glock everytime that they see me
And imma buss till my clips outta business
And there won't be no witness
See imma do you bitches clean by da book
Wit no murder weapons or talkers about nut
See i ain't no troublemaker just like to smoke bud
But you triple six wannabee's got me misunderstood.

[Hook x2: Lil' Flip]

[Verse 3: Juicy J]
When we make a little cheese den deez niggas start to hate
For a rappin or a jackin or a d pushin weight
Don't get made at the juicy cause i hustle till it's late
And you sober pasted out wit yo face in a plate
Heard you never get no pussy so you holdin down brake
Ridin round in rental cars like you head of the state
Tryin to cut niggas deals in da trunk he got da baken
Soda i thought i told ya he'll get ya cause he fake
Since i rap don't be thinkin
I cant leave yo body stankin
Yes we do a lot of drugs and whole lot of drinkin
In dis business yeah it's gangstas but dis hatin imma finish
Imma hit you in da mouth and send you back to the dentist

[Hook x2: Lil' Flip]

[Beat rides out]

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Woah, Woah, Woah (You'z A Trick)
Woah, Woah, Woah Here we go!

[Chorus: x4]
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)

[Lil' Flip]
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

[Chorus]

[Lil' Flip]
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)

[Chorus]

["You'z a trick" repeated until the end]

(feat. C-Note, D-Red, Big Shasta)

[talking:]
Hey Note, I'm tired of these niggaz stealing our shit mayn
D-Red now you know damn well, we started off riding blades
Having the big chains, the diamonds in our grill
I mean, how much can you steal from a nigga mayn
God damn mayn, I'm a Southside nigga till I die nigga
Niggaz trying to act like Clover Geez, ain't got no money nigga
You see everybody pieced up, cause we ain't broke nigga

[Hook: Big Shasta]
What you know about the South, diamonds up in our mouth
Breaking you boys off, Clover Geez in the house
What you know about the South, steady gripping that grain
Nigga sipping that drank, getting that money mayn
What you know about the South, get on it
If it's money to be made, then I want it
A lick to be hit, so you know I'm gonna hit it
A dollar to be made, so you know I'm gonna get it

[Lil' Flip:]
You ain't know, I could spit it like this
I hustle on the block, but I can get it like this shit
Five hundred ki's, is equivalent to me
I break down the beat, like I break down my weed
I skate down my street, with my K by my feet
To make it in my hood, you gotta pay off police
I stay off the leash, don't play y'all capish
One phone call, and you'll be in the grave with your peeps
Don't run up on me, I wish you would
You ain't welcome to my hood, we still grip the wood
From Herschelwood to Cloverland, to Blue Ridge
We got it locked nigga, you can ask Whoo Kid
Nigga is you stupid, I'll let the K spray
I'm a king with drama, ask Kay Slay
Spread your lies fuck boy, go on talk about me
I'm the real deal, nigga you a carby copy

[Hook]

[C-Note:]
What you know about it, even when it's hot nigga pushing snow up out
The Dirty South got it locked, cause some'ing glow about it
I hit the hottest club spot, and pull a hoe up out it
What you know about it
I'm from the land of the trill, the land of fifth wheels
The land of diamond grills, and them freestyle skills
Be po'ing up that drank, and we po'ing up the paint
And we steady smoking dank, so nigga fuck what you think
Blowing shit that niggaz can't, but niggaz still try to copy
I just keep shit real boy, y'all niggaz just sloppy
Tried to steal all my fans, and you almost had em
Till they found out your new shit, sound like my old albums
Heard you boys ain't true, wanna be like my whole crew
You even got a lil' DJ, trying to be like Screw
But nigga y'all can't do, what the fuck my niggaz do
So much ice up on my body, will make a bitch nigga blue

[Hook]

[D-Red:]
It's going down nigga, spray a few rounds nigga
You a clow nigga, D-Red a O.G. nigga
Yeah I know you heard about me, ask around town but your game was sloppy
Ery'body that you talked to, said the real nigga G nigga from the Botany
I'm a Southside rider boy, heavy in the game real rhyming boy
Still thoed digging though what you know, and you know yeah I'm real with the gansta boy
Just spot up at the club, me and my niggaz is showing love
Looking nice on dro, everybody on the real fifty deep all Clovered up
Pieced up let boys know, Botany Boys gon take the do'
Clover Geez gon wreck the show, then after the show we taking all the hoes
Jumping down in the big whips, with big ships with extra clips
Niggaz only hate but we swell them lips, mad cause we bout to take a playa trip
To the doc boy on the yacht boy, Big Shot boy fat knots boy
Keep up boy you too slow boy, in a minute you gon be a real fuck boy
We making cash brah, we make it last brah
Clover Geez/Botany Boys, Screwed Up Click brah

[Hook]

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(feat. Mannie Fresh)

[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 + 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?

[Verse 1 - 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]

[Verse 2 - 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]

[Verse 3 - 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]

[Lil' Flip]
Yeah aye that's how we do it man
y'all niggaz need to step ya game up man
Clover G's in the motherfuckin building
dogg BG Duke in the building, D-Redd in the building
Will-Lean the chemist in the building
the black Al Capone in the building
UA Deal in the building, Mid West in the motherfuckin building
and we doin it so, so motherfuckin big
Big Shasta in the building, M Dollar in the building
we gettin money nigga and when you see me in the streets say "what it do"
and don't call me Flip no motherfuckin more call me Flipperachi...
Hahaha and we out!

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