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+**************************************************
+Sunshine[Intro: Lea & Lil' Flip]
+Uhhh
+Yeeah
+Ohh, ohh, ohh, oh baby
+Lil' Flipper (Lil' Flipper)
+Ooh baby
+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]
+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 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]
+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 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 Vegas, man
+It's twenty bread each pick cause I'm major man
+We can cruise the world in a Bentley 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]
+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
+
+[Outro: Lea]
+We don't have to be in love (love)
+We don't have to be in love (love)
+**************************************************
+Game OverGame over
+Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip
+Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip
+
+[Verse 1 - Lil Flip]
+Ah shit, y'all done fucked up
+And let me in this bitch
+I'm just your average hood nigga
+With dreams of gettin' rich (But you don't hear me)
+My crib big like a football field
+You might fuck around and think
+I signed a football deal (But you don't hear me)
+I take 15 minutes to drop a track (yeah)
+I take half a minute to load my gats (But you don't hear me)
+I make em bounce all across the globe
+I'm a pimp, I got your ho
+Takin' off her clothes (But you don't hear me)
+A franchise like a Houston Rocket (Houston Rocket)
+Every eight months is
+When I usually drop it (But you don't hear me)
+I got the streets on lock, I like my beats with knock
+You know my heat stay cocked, niggaaaaa
+
+[Hook]
+(Now who they want?)
+Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip
+(game over) Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip
+
+[Verse Two - Lil Flip]
+Look, I'm a Cristal nigga and you a red-winer
+You just an opening act
+But I'm the headliner (But you don't hear me)
+I'm about to ship 3 mil off top
+You got your deal off your man
+I got my deal off props (But you don't hear me)
+I'm "Connected" like Dub and Mack 10
+With Ice Cubes in my watch
+And Dubs on the black Benz (But you don't hear me)
+I'm getting paid cause I do all the work
+It's rainy days if we don't move
+All our work, we go berzerk (But you don't hear me)
+I'm on the block fam, in the cream drop Lam
+Most of y'all cats with deals, y'all ain't hot man (But you don't hear me)
+I'm 'bout to do it again, you 'bout to lose it again
+It's show and tell motherfucker, I'm a prove it again
+
+[Hook]
+
+The game over, cause shit about to change over
+It's 'bout time cause hip-hop
+Need a make over (But you don't hear me)
+If most producers want to charge too much
+But around my way that's how
+You get fucked up (But you don't hear me)
+You might think we all beats and rhymes
+But way before this rap shit, nigga
+The streets was mine (But you don't hear me)
+I got that hot shit, that "Thug Life" 'Pac shit
+That get hot shit, that B.I.G. "Ready to Die" shit
+
+[Hook]
+**************************************************
+The Way We Ball[Hook]
+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 born but we all Texas made
+This is the way we ball
+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 born but we all Texas made
+This is the way we ball
+
+[Verse 1]
+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 (Screw)
+R.I.P. dawg cause I really miss you
+Boy I'mma stay true, until the day I fall
+East coast and West coast, this is how we ball
+
+[Hook]
+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 born but we all Texas made
+This is the way we ball
+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 born but we all Texas made
+This is the way we ball
+
+[Verse 2]
+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?
+
+[Hook]
+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 born but we all Texas made
+This is the way we ball
+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 born but we all Texas made
+This is the way we ball
+
+[Verse 3]
+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
+
+[Hook]
+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 born but we all Texas made
+This is the way we ball
+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 born but we all Texas made
+This is the way we ball
+**************************************************
+I Can Do Dat[Verse 1]
+If I spill drank on my clothes
+I can do dat
+It dont matter cause I buy me some more
+I can do dat
+I'mma spend about fifty in the mall
+I can do dat
+I'mma buy me a Bentley in the fall
+I can do dat
+I'mma stop weak niggas from rappin
+I can do dat
+I'mma rock all my teeth in platinum
+I can do dat
+I'mma show my Rolex and tattoos
+I can do dat
+I sip drank and eat a lot of junk food
+I can do dat
+I'm eighteen and I got a Bentley truck
+I can do dat
+You will never see me with a empty cup
+I can do dat
+I'mma buy the whole neighborhood bikes
+I can do dat
+You know Lil' Flip gone do what he like
+I can do dat
+
+[Hook]
+So you see it you want it
+Buy it own it
+Drive it flaunt it
+Factory chrome it
+If you see it you want it
+Buy it own it
+Drive it flaunt it
+Factory chrome it
+
+[Verse 2]
+It gets me drunk off one beer
+I can do dat
+Drop five tapes in one year
+I can do dat
+Buy my grandpa a new house
+I can do dat
+With all this ice man I got a blue mouth
+I can do dat
+Come home and take my shoes off
+I can do dat
+Behind my house I got a pool and two dogs
+I can do dat
+I ride candy red on Yokahama
+I can do dat
+I get head from yo' baby mama
+I can do dat
+Blow indo in top flight
+I can do dat
+Keep drivin when I'm at the stop light
+I can do dat
+Throw twenties on my Excursion
+I can do dat
+Next year I might buy Worthing
+I can do dat
+Throw a four and a can soda
+I can do dat
+I talk shit cause I'm a Cloverland soldier
+I can do dat
+Buy me and hump a new Benz
+I can do dat
+You know the one with the big blue lens
+I can do dat
+And I throw money at my shows
+I can do dat
+Prime with my platinum Johnny do my golds
+I can do dat
+Next week I'mma buy a Volkswagon
+I can do dat
+And I'mma keep my Girbauds saggin
+I can do dat
+I let my chain hang to my nuts
+I can do dat
+I go back and slang on my cut
+I can do dat
+Every year I'm changin my skills
+I can do dat
+I'm the one with my name in my grill
+I can do dat
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3]
+If I wanna start pimpin
+I can do dat
+I wear iceberg with Bart Simpson
+I can do dat
+If I wanna take a trip to Honolulu
+I can do dat
+I step by wearin platinum Fubu
+I can do dat
+If I wanna ride on dubs
+I can do dat
+Everyday I ride with thugs
+I can do dat
+Keep rappin' so I can make more dough
+I can do dat
+Watch out cause I might take yo ho
+I can do dat
+Sittin' sideways my blaze go chop
+I can do dat
+Sell a 100,000 the first day I drop
+I can do dat
+Buy me a house at the beach
+I can do dat
+I get all my shoes from Active Athelet
+I can do dat
+My ring look like a coo cut
+I can do dat
+I got my jag stretched like a school bus
+I can do dat
+Everyday I buy new stuff
+I can do dat
+Until I die I'mma stay screwed up stay screwed up
+
+[Hook]
+**************************************************
+Mind on My Money[Lil' Flip]
+Heh, yeah this time around you gotta feel me
+Cause I got my mind right
+And now I got my money right
+
+[Chorus: Flip + Redd]
+I got my mind on my money, money on my mind
+(Maaan Flip what you doin?), I'm grinding!
+I got my mind on my money, money on my mind
+My watch ain't tickin it's winding!
+I got my mind on my money, money on my mind
+I'm standin on the cut(*sirens)nigga fuck!
+I got my mind on my money, money on my mind
+Watchin out for feds in them undercover trucks
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+Like 2Pac I got the Juice
+Write another book like Dr. Seuss
+Sittin sideways and my choppas blue
+Southside roll on choppas smooth
+I'm doin this for Dj Screw (Screw)and I gotta make that cash
+And I hate that slow money cause I gotta make it fast
+Man I gotta make it last cause I'm a hust-a-la
+A syrup sippin, bird flippin, money dou-b-ler
+So holla at me if you niggas wanna re-up
+I'm like the head coach I gotta keep my D up
+My jewerly freezed up, mybad it's froze up
+I'm pullin up in a Lam' with the do's up
+So get ya cash right don't get a bad wife
+Make sure she ain't that chick I hit last night
+
+[Chorus: Flip + Redd]
+I got my mind on my money, money on my mind
+(Maaan Flip what you doin?), I'm grinding!
+I got my mind on my money, money on my mind
+My watch ain't tickin it's winding!
+I got my mind on my money, money on my mind
+I'm standin on the cut(*sirens)nigga fuck!
+I got my mind on my money, money on my mind
+Watchin out for feds in them undercover trucks
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+I'm spectacular bite ya neck like Dracula
+Flippin in my Acura you know I'm still a bachelor
+We smokin on turantula with a fine ass hoe named Tamera
+With a cousin named Angela who pose for my camera
+I'm young but I got stamina and I'll wreck you're hoe
+And just like Nike nigga I'll check you're hoe
+So let's make this dough and get the hell out the game
+Cause after this shit I ain't slangin no more caine(whaaaat!)
+
+[Chorus: Flip + Redd]
+I got my mind on my money, money on my mind
+(Maaan Flip what you doin?), I'm grinding!
+I got my mind on my money, money on my mind
+My watch ain't tickin it's winding!
+I got my mind on my money, money on my mind
+I'm standin on the cut(*sirens)nigga fuck!
+I got my mind on my money, money on my mind
+Watchin out for feds in them undercover trucks
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+Yeah all I'm doin is just representin for the hustlers
+You know my niggas in Little Rock Knahimsayin they gettin they paper
+My niggas in Kansas they gettin they paper
+Knahimsayin my niggas in Chicago gettin they paper
+My niggas in Louieville gettin they mothafuckin money
+Niggas in Detroit, my nigga E-Dub he gettin his money
+I just got niggas everywhere ya Knahimsayin
+If you hustler you gotta feel me, if you a pimp you gotta feel me
+Ya Knahimsayin if you a hater you gotta kill me
+Yeah we out this bitch!
+**************************************************
+Sunny Day(Hook:Big Shasta)
+We rollin on chrome
+Flossin its a sunny day
+Niggas smokin blunts
+Blowin light green hay
+All about our cash
+We worked hard and got paid
+Stacks mutiplied now its
+Time to parlay
+
+(Lil'Flip)
+Its a sunny day so I'm a pull out the drop
+No chain today but I'm a pull out my watch
+You know I'm iced out (bling!)lookin like a wedding cake
+I hear niggas whisperin man I bet its fake
+But I got cash ride around in drop Jags
+With my top back interior all black
+With leather seats rimmed up 4 times
+I'm in the V-12 watch me blow down
+You know me I gotta put my stunt down
+And when the laws pass by I put my blunt down
+Cause I stay high like a telophone pole
+And I roll on vogues and pimp yellow bone hoes
+Swangas and blades is what we sit on
+I'm talking on my "flip phone", ya get it "flip phone"
+Smokin on a zone of that  sticky-icky-green
+Hoes see me in the Jag and say "Flip thinks he clean..."
+
+(Hook:Big Shasta rp.2x)
+
+(Lil'Flip)
+I'm at the beach party in a pearl white drop
+I had to take my bracelet off cause the girls might bop
+White Airforce ones Fat Albert tank top Nike head band
+Long braids hang out hoes everywhere man its goin down
+The traffics so bad cops sayin turn around
+But you know niggas we gonna try to sneak in
+Some niggas going broke tryna ball this weekend
+And TJ takin flicks wit bad broads, Hump in the Benz
+Redd in the Jaguar, we leaned out you know
+Our car screened out and if we ain't ridin 20s
+We chrome 19ed out 84s got me shinin in the lane
+We been ridin blades stop stealin our slang!
+You know what we really ballin down south and all
+Niggas jammin Screw and Swisha House...
+
+(Hook:Big Shasta rp2x)
+
+{Lil'Flip}
+Man!...
+
+{Big Shasta breakdown}
+We rollin on chrome
+(rollin on chrome)
+And we looking good
+(you know we lookin good)
+Grippin on wood...
+Its a sunny day in the hood!
+
+(Lil'Flip)
+You see them 20s spinnin when I'm swangin down the strip
+Diamonds hanging off my lip, my trunk bangin like a crip
+Niggas thinkin I'ma slip but I cain't
+If a hater try to jack I'm a waste 'em like drank
+I'm ridin on a full tank, switchin lanes like Maurice
+Baguettes on my piece, maurcetts on my teeth
+Iceberg on my feet, the Speedy Gonzales
+Big Mar, & Big Hawk yea them my compadres
+We ball everyday like Catino Mobley
+I gotta Cartier but have you seen my Roley
+I ride Navigator its my Navigator
+I feel like Tela "bound by haters"as I
+Slide by Jaimiaca sippin medicine
+We wanna bring our cups in but they won't
+Let us in so we hit cornbreads and go back
+To the house I'm a hold it down for Screw
+Know what I'm talking bout!...
+
+(Hook:Big Shasta rp)
+**************************************************
+Sunshine (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)
+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 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)
+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 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 real 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 Vegas, 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)
+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!
+
+(Outro: Lea)
+We don't have to be in love (love)
+We don't have to be in love (love)
+**************************************************
+Da Freestyle King(talkin)
+Nigga, 2000, Y2K
+Me and Ron C all in yo muthafuckin' shit nigga
+Fo sho, ha, man it's goin' down
+Y'all boyz need to fo sho get that cotton candy
+Cotton mouth, all in yo' face nigga
+Uh huh, Lil Flipper, The Leprechaun aka Da Freestyle King
+Sucka Free, fuckin' with that Ron C
+Dat Dodo, y'all blowin' bullshit
+Indo nigga this what we blow...
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+We blow Indo, I might be on Jay Leno
+They be like Flip, can you listen to my demo
+I say naw nigga I got shows to do
+After the concert,  I got hoes to screw
+If I'm on stage, I don't wanna be close to you
+I got money nigga, I ain't gon' boast to you
+What I'm supposed to do, is keep rappin'
+Some niggas got gold in they mouth, I got platinum
+I ain't cappin', what happened
+I done blew up too quick
+I'm the Lil' Flip, Da Freestyle King of the Screwed Up Click
+I represent, I get head
+Ride blue, ride black, I ride red
+Fuck a Fed, I shake heads, when I'm in the club
+Ball outta control, I got Indo dub sacks
+How you love that, I ain't the Hot Boys
+But you might see me in a drop top boy
+I roll rolex, I got baggets, princess cuts
+If I'm in the club, you'll see me, pimpin' sluts
+That's what i do, nigga all the time
+Get rotation on 97.9, that's The Box
+Nigga got a TV sitcom on Fox
+Used to be on blocks, slangin' rocks
+Now I'm changin' dots, in my drop top prowler
+Go to court, throw away the case, I got a prowler
+Call her, nigga, Caller ID, a baller I be
+She wanna fuck, I'ma call her and see
+Take that hoe to Motel 6 or go to Tweety's
+Pour a duece in the can, sold a four in Tahiti
+Now I'm leanin', nigga, I'm in the green Beamer
+Supa dupa fly like I'm Missy Misdemeanor
+I'm Lil' Flip, nigga,  I know you know me
+Baggets and 30 pointers all on my  rolly's
+You might see me in a Expedition
+With a sign on the back, that say let's go fishin'
+I'ma balla, nigga I told you that
+If I ain't ridin' green then I'm rollin' 'Llacs
+I'm from the Clover, I'ma solja, I write rhymes in my folder
+Hell yea, I got mo' crystals than Folgers
+That's coffee, hoes wanna toss me, get off me
+Cause I be ballin' outta control, hoes they stalk me
+From  Milwaukee, my Nextel, inhale, exhale
+Half of my niggas locked up in jail
+But I'm still on the block, puttin' it down
+Nigga when I smile, bling, platinum puddin, you gotta frown
+You be mad, cause you see me in a drop top Jag
+50 G's for a car, that's not that bad
+I can do that, if it's too fast, I can screw dat
+Get the brand new drop, royal blue dat
+Now I'm cruisin', niggas I be bruisin'
+Gettin' all mad cause in the club, I be choosin'
+I like yellabones, talk on PrimeCo telephones
+Got hoes from Hine-Clark to Yellowstone
+I'm in Homestead, killin' with the real niggas
+We wearin' Platinum Fubu, y'all still wear Phil Hilfiger
+I almost fucked up, but nigga I'm the king
+I can freestyle all night til the doorbell ring
+And all I do, is ride on chrome
+And all I got, is DVD's inside my home
+I got a Jacuzzi, I might watch Scary Movie
+Hell yea, I get head from yo mama every Tuesday
+This Lil' Flip, I bet cha know dat, show dat
+Hell yea, you owe me some money, nigga you owe dat
+So pay me, the radio gon' play me
+Look at my yard, I got mo' toys than Kay-Bee
+Who I am, The Leprechaun, Freestyle King
+Change the color of my teeth and my byzletine
+Now I'm platinum, nigga got a nigga name Crime
+Open up my mouth, my piece shine, but Johnny got my blinded
+Y'all can just parallel park, when I open up my mouth, its farewell to the dark
+I sip drank, flip pints, sip 8's, got hoes at Worthing, Sterling and Yates
+And when I pick 'em up, nigga,  I'ma take 'em to the room
+Nigga, I'ma be the witch and you can ride my broom
+Then you gone, I freestyle, I'm off the dome
+I got all, satellites from the top of  my home
+I get gone in my zone,  nigga, I'm in a Bentley
+Niggas mad,  they got Guess glasses, I wearin' Finley's
+And S classes, jumpin' out, nigga Da King
+Fuck y'all nigga, I'm jumpin' out limosuines
+
+(talkin)
+Nigga, Lil' Flip, Sucka Free, Swishahouse nigga
+We over here too nigga, we puttin' it down nigga
+The North and the South, nigga, how you do it, that was freestyle...
+**************************************************
+Fuck Dat Nigga(*talking*)
+Oh yeah, all the fucked niggas gotta get the fuck out the way
+Know what time it is nigga, Screwed Up Click
+
+[Hook]
+Man fuck that nigga, (fuck that nigga)
+Keep running your mouth, I'mma touch that nigga
+Man fuck that nigga, (fuck that nigga)
+You ain't heard about my state, we Screwed Up nigga
+Will-Lean you riding, (yeah I'm riding)
+B.G. Duke you riding, (yeah I'm riding)
+Z-Ro you riding, (yeah I'm riding)
+Point Blank you riding, (hell yeah I'm riding)
+
+[Will-Lean]
+Motherfuck you I'll rush you, bitch I don't trust you
+Like AT&T, my guillotines reach out and touch ya
+Bust ya like a head off your shoulders, then dust ya
+Pluck my desert eagle to the bone, then crush ya
+See I'm a hustler, just look at my wrist
+All yellow canary diamonds, looking like piss
+Yo Flip, these boys acting sour
+I got money and respect, plus I'm packing power
+Stacking up dollars, niggas wanna fuck with me
+If it's hood it's all good, so tuck your heat
+Even though I'm on parole, I still clutch my heat
+Pick up the street sweeper, to sweep up the street
+
+[B.G. Duke]
+I got my serve, that ain't your mama
+Smack you with the pistol and tell ya, I ain't your mama
+I'm ready for drama, I sleep with the fo' pound
+It ain't shit, to send my free lancers to your town
+Ladies, we just ain't talking bout you
+Cause some of these niggas, is bitches too
+And you know who, no need to say no name
+I'mma gas these niggas up, like a tank of propane
+They say we ain't strapped, they lied to ya
+They say Flip ain't from Cloverland, they lied to ya
+We got the mansion three kitchen, ain't lying brah
+Mayback reclining seats, 'case we get tired brah
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Z-Ro]
+Everytime I open my mouth, I'mma see talking shit
+Fuck a rap nigga I slap niggas, it's best you keep on walking bitch
+I represent the Southside, of Screwston Texas
+Got my name spinning in yellow diamonds, right up under my Rap-A-Lot necklace
+But fuck some shine brah, I'll loosen your tooth
+Better get wet ya with my tech weapon, and swoop in the coupe
+Cause I'm a gangsta my nigga, coming from the left side
+Equipped with a pistol grip, that will open your chest wide
+I'm the King of the Ghetto, I gave myself that name
+Ain't nobody help me get rich, I made myself that change
+Talking bout charging me twenty thousand dollars, to spit a verse
+Bitch I'm a legend read about me, fuck it come and see about me
+Right now I'm barring eleven niggas, and seven record labels
+You can jump your narrow ass in line, and straight up get strangled
+Z-Ro the Crooked, the gangsta of the Screwed Up Click
+Fuck all that ear boxing, go 'head and lace ya shoes up bitch
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Point Blank]
+Watch your mouth now, cause what you say can bring death
+One day you gon say some shit, a nigga can't accept
+Point Blank the Bull, a big chip off the old block
+It ain't gotta be in Cloverland, to be a Clover Gee block
+Boy we run this shit, Flip having fun with this shit
+And you tripping, Blank how the fuck you get a gun in this bitch
+When I see him ninety-nice, Southside gon be iight
+I know I might do some time, just shoot me a kite
+I write straight from the heart, so I shoot straight for the heart
+If Flip said fuck T.I., then it's fuck that mark
+Southsi' for li', till I flatline trick
+Talk a lot of shit, but I can back mine bitch what's up
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+Oh no, that nigga ain't scaring me
+Look I don't wanna hear about, your ass weighing ki's
+This lil' nigga ain't a threat, you a peon nigga
+Cause in my hood, I play the corner like Deon nigga
+Them niggas only fucking with you, cause you pay em for beats
+And I saw that bullshit, grill you got on your teeth
+My grill cost thirty G's, my ice cost fifteen
+Say you gained a lil' weight, if you drank some lean
+Hey, I got beef with a nigga that weigh eighty pounds
+He wear my bracelet in the pool, that nigga'd probably drown
+Big Oomp got my back, Pastor Troy got my back
+And you know, Ludacris got my fucking back
+Asking bout my whole team, he know I roll with G's
+So why should I fear a man, that bleed like me
+Down in Texas, we ain't feeling you kid
+As far as record sales go, I'm killing you bitch
+
+[Hook]
+
+(*talking*)
+Nigga, now how you gon try to charge Z-Ro
+Twenty grand, for a mo'fucking verse
+Nigga, that shit ain't worth a god damn wing dinner bitch
+**************************************************
+Gotta Stack Ya Paper(Chorus:Shazstar rp2x)
+Gotta stack ya paper
+Chop em' like a razor!
+If you gon'grind or if
+You gonna pull papers!yeah
+
+(Lil'Flip)
+I'm a southside playa that love to wreck
+I got 25-G's above my neck
+When I'm at the Cashattia I love to bet
+Should I take the Corvette or the bubble lex?
+I put diamonds in yo faces on a daily basis
+I done wrecked T-town and club Oasis
+I got three Jags in my parking spaces
+'95 Air Max with blue laces
+You can call me a pimp like Dolomite
+I charge five G's to hold a mic
+If it ain't no drank I dont hold a Sprite
+After I do this I got mo' to write
+I'm a stay Sucka Free thats my family
+Me,Redd,Hump,Fuzz,and Anthony
+Nigga we livin ya'll fantasy
+And I take baths with vanity
+I'm in the studio from 9 to 5
+I'm a stay indepedent I ain't gon' sign with Jive
+I'm eatin fettucini ya'll eatin fries
+Like R.Kelly I wish I could fly
+I'm a 18 year old C-E-O
+My favorite movie is CB4
+When you lookin at my watch see me snow
+And if you want pimps here we go
+You ain't know Lil'Flip is the freestyle king
+I got platinum on my bezzeltyne
+Stretch my money like a limousine
+Ya gal hooked on me like nicotine
+When I pull up to the show I'm in 16 cars
+16 ice,and 16 stars
+Yeah I'm spittin game to like 16 broads
+I think I just wrecked these 16 bars
+
+(Shazstar)
+Maan!that boy a fool
+Godamn!but
+
+(Chorus:Shazstar rp2x)
+Gotta stack ya paper
+Chop em' like a razor!
+If you gon'grind or if
+You gonna pull papers!yeah
+
+(Lil'Flip)
+Ay I'm in a Escalade eatin Etoufee
+Like Lil'Troy its a better way
+I ride on red and sit on gray
+Me and Ron C blow on hay
+I'm playa made on razorblades
+All my clothes are tailor-made
+I pour a 4 in Gatorade
+Watch me lean in the shade
+I keep a fade I'm wearin J's
+I pull more stunts than Super Dave
+The reason I ball like a ball
+Cause thats just for you to hate
+I'm underated but anticipated money in my face
+I gotta make it jump on a mic I gotta break it
+A million dollars I gotta take it
+I'm the millionare I'm a billionare
+Check the Billboard I'm still in there
+I put diamonds all in yo face so you know
+Lil'Flip dont really care I play truth
+Or dare with yellow bones talk on prime co telophones
+Got hoes from Hiram Clark all the way to Yellowstone
+And I ride on chrome thats all I do
+Slow down music we call it Screw
+Everyday watch out for the boys in blue
+I wear Fubu and Dada too
+I'm Lil'Flip I'm Sucka Free
+Ten thousand ain't enough for me
+Can't none of ya'll niggas fuck with me
+I can't get enough of this luxury but
+I'm a billionare and I'm playa made on razorblades
+Lookin good chunkin up the duece
+Cloverland is my hood nigga ugh!
+
+(Chorus:Shazstar )
+
+(Lil'Flip)
+Ay they call me Lil'Flip I love to wreck
+You wanna do a song I need a check
+Collect my hoes like upper deck
+Southside niggas get much respect
+Nigga Ron C put me on the track
+My nigga named Hump put me on the map
+My nigga named Johnny man he gave me plat
+A nigga out of line nigga he get slapped
+A million dollar nigga with a million dollar mouth
+A million dollar vase with a million dollar coach
+Southside nigga thats what I'm about
+If a nigga owe me money I'm a call him out
+I'm a let a nigga know I'm the freestyle king
+These niggas dont wanna step in the freestyle ring
+Nigga this shit is freestyling
+Nigga I'm the mothafuckin freestyle king
+I said it one I said it twice
+Gotta whole closet full of Nikes
+Went to Worthings full of dice
+You know Lil'Flip gotta lot of ice
+I gotta lot of mics cause I'm in The Source
+Me and Brian playin on the golf course
+Nigga got a brand new Rolls Royce
+Hoes give me head they got no choice
+I'm a million dollar nigga thats what
+I do slow down music by Watts and Screw
+Everyday watch out for the boys in blue
+Nigga I use to watch shots of Fubu
+Million dollar nigga with DVDs,Escalades
+Drop top,and GMC's before I listened
+To DJ Screw I use to jam DJ Dmd Lil'Flip
+Is the only star down south we just
+Sip the bar 20 inches rip the car I gotta
+Be real I'm a rep the toy I'm a stay
+The king I'm a stay the prince I'm a get
+The house with the big ol' fence and when
+I write my rhymes I dont get lyric bent nigga
+**************************************************
+What’s Beef Freestyle[Intro]
+You know why?
+I'm a rider
+I'm a Clover G, nigga
+
+
+
+What's beef?
+Beef is when a nigga like you can't sleep
+Wake up with no apetite and you can't eat
+You better look both ways
+When you walk on the streets
+Nigga that's beef
+What's beef?
+Beef is when a nigga like you can't sleep
+Wake up with no apetite and you can't eat
+You better look both ways
+When you walk on the streets
+Cause you don't want to bump heads
+With a nigga like me
+
+
+
+
+I'm a quiet nigga
+But I let my guns talk
+And you don't want too many bad words comin'
+And I don't need help when I handle my biz'
+You rap niggas be on my dick
+More than my bitch
+I'm not a cupcake nigga
+I'm hard as a rock
+I'm like Pac, I got shot
+Then I check myself out
+The doctors told me to get a rest
+But I went to the lab
+I hit you with an uppercut
+You shouldn't went for that jab
+Now my whole state pissed
+Cause you don't know who you diss
+You diss me? Then you diss the whole Screwed Up Click
+I ain't that nigga that start the trouble
+But I know how to end it
+And i don't play by the rules dawg
+I know how to bend it
+Real niggas respect me
+They know I ain't no ho
+But it ain't take me
+4 videos to go gold
+
+
+What's beef?
+Beef is when a nigga like you can't sleep
+Wake up with no apetite and you can't eat
+You better look both ways
+When you walk on the street
+Cause you don't want to bump heads
+With a nigga like me
+**************************************************
+Freestyle (I Got 5 On It)Yeah
+Lil Flip nigga
+Screwed Up Click nigga
+Yeah
+I'm Lil Flip, you know, diamonds in your face
+You can't see my chain, let me shine it in your face
+I'm a millionaire, top of the line
+You got clothes in your closet but they not like mine
+Iceberg Jeans, nigga, that's how I carry myself
+Can't no hoe break my heart cause I'ma marry myself
+I'm a million dollar star, do what I do
+Slowed down music by Watts and Screw
+And when I jump on a track you gon' want to listen
+You ain't never seen a metallic Expedition
+With all type of shit on the inside
+Nigga, I'm Lil Flip, I blow endo right
+And I put diamonds in your face
+I bought the car, I bought the house
+Motherfucking nigga representin' the Dirty South
+Houston Texas, nigga, I'ma used to Lexus
+If you can't see then I'ma use my necklace
+I am the only star
+Codeine is that shit Barre
+Mix it up in the soda then I shake it
+Blow a endo square, I'm at the naked
+Looking at the hoes on the fucking pole
+Lil Flip wear nothing but Girbaud's
+Back in ninth grade, Kenny Cole
+Now I got hoes that's 24
+Everyday I'm gon' fucking shine
+Houston Texas radio 97.9
+I puff nothing but green pine
+And I used to wear Calvin Klein
+Now I got my own fucking name brand
+35 carats on the same hand
+Got Rolex on the same band
+You know I stick to the game plan
+I got to keep rapping til I die
+Smoke endo weed, no fry
+I'm gon' be a pimp til I die
+If I get high I use Visine for my eyes
+Cause I'm a weed smoker
+Fuck Oprah, throat choker
+You get out of line, nigga, I'ma provoker
+I hit a nigga with a fucking jab
+I'm the only nigga in the world that ain't never called a cab
+I like to floss like a fucking dentist
+I used to watch Dennis the Menace
+I'm like Popeye I need my spinach
+I got a Jeep and I need to tint it
+Cause I like to roll the fucking speed limit
+I used to go to basketball practice weed-scented
+Smelling like a pound bout to go the last round
+Lil Flip, nigga, cause you know it's going down
+I'm that nigga that's ready for war
+I'm that nigga that smoke weed and sip the Barre
+I'm that nigga on the block with the pants just hangin'
+I'm that nigga like ESG, I'm swangin' and bangin'
+CD changin', four 15's, DVDs, I got 4 big screens
+Falling out the ceiling cause nigga I'm a pimp
+I jump out my car nigga I got a limp
+Cause I'ma walk, talk the talk, walk the walk
+Chill with Big Pokey, 3-2, Mike D, and HAWK
+Them my niggas until the day I'm gone
+Da Freestyle King I'm sitting on my throne
+I can't be fucked with on this mic like Eminem
+I'ma buy a track from Timbaland
+But I'ma stack that hundred grand cause that's how much it cost
+If you ain't sold 10,000 copies nigga you lost
+So quit, go on start working at Mickey D's
+Nigga cause this shit is really for G's
+And ballers with fleas and collars and uh
+If that hoe fine I'ma need your dollar
+I'ma take her to the room, she gon' ride on my broom then I'm gone
+Freestyle talking to a hoe on a hand-free phone
+Now you know that's the way I do my shit
+Nigga if you bootlegging you trying to screw my shit
+But I'ma sue you bitch for doing that
+If you see the Benz I'ma put two in that
+And I'ma let you know nigga, off toppa nigga
+I got more rhymes than a motherfucking choppa
+I can't be fucked with on this motherfucking mic
+Nigga freestyle, nigga do this shit for life
+And when I leave then I have my music on this Earth
+But if you shoot a slug nigga I'ma wet up your shirt
+I mean that's that nigga flex
+Remember, nigga you want checks
+I'll snap your neck nigga bitch come correct
+For fucking with a G, I'm the Screwed Up Click
+I know you mad cause nigga I really blew up quick
+Whore
+**************************************************
+Boxers{Rap 1: Lil' Flip}
+I'm Lil' Flip
+Takin trips to Cancun
+Drop the tape
+My cartoon comin soon
+Blowin up like a hot air balloon
+Livin in a penthouse wit 25 rooms
+Houston, Texas~Benz N Lexus
+Find me on the freeway drivin reckless
+Wear sunglasses when you look at my necklace
+Worldwide respected
+Top 10 selected
+
+{Chorus: Deep Threat}
+Horses wit my boxers on
+Horses wit my boxers on
+Horses wit my boxers on
+You got yo t-shirt and yo panties
+I got Trojans wit my boxers on
+
+{Verse 1: Deep Threat}
+Picture this:
+Girl me & you
+In my water bed
+In the shower too
+The water's fine
+Say what's on your mind
+Don't see nothin wrong
+With some bump and grind
+I'm gone break you off
+Like a playa should
+Like side to side
+Baby its all good
+Im not lookin 4
+Girl no love affair
+If you ride with me
+You know ill take you there
+
+{Chorus: Deep Threat}
+Horses wit my boxers on
+Horses wit my boxers on
+Horses wit my boxers on
+You got yo t-shirt and yo panties
+I got Trojans wit my boxers on
+
+{Verse 2: Deep Threat}
+Sittin here
+And you're layin there
+Layin there
+And you're willin to share
+Ya freaky thoughts
+Baby wit me too
+You got ya t-shirt on
+And ya panties too
+The warm caress
+Of ya body next to mine
+It's rated X
+& its so devine
+I wanna come inside
+If ya want me to
+Open up
+And let me prove it to you
+
+{Chorus: Deep Threat}
+Horses wit my boxers on
+Horses wit my boxers on
+Horses wit my boxers on
+You got yo t-shirt and yo panties
+I got Trojans wit my boxers on
+
+{Rap 2: Lil' Flip}
+Girl I'm from Cloverland
+Call me Trojan Man
+Bump & Grind
+I ain't wit that holdin hands
+When I wreck I hit hard like Jackie Chan
+If you fine like Mya
+I'll be ya man
+I like jazzy girls
+And classy girls
+You know I'm rich so don't ask me girl
+Sometimes the nice girl can be the nasty girl
+Im a freak
+Don't neva put it past me girl
+I got my trojans & my boxers on
+At school I got my dockers on (my docker's on)
+Jenny Jones and Nia Long
+We don't have to get a room, I got plenty homes
+I rap fast or slow, while stackin dough
+Dress like I just won a fashion show
+Me humpin AP after mo
+We diss niggas only if
+It ain't plat or gold
+You wanna hear some Keith Sweat
+How bout some Deep Threat (Deep Threat)
+Girl Im a playa
+Don't get the sheets wet
+Lemme put a passion mark on yo neck
+And I'll let you kiss my shiny baggettes
+I need a sweet lady just like Tyrese
+Def Soul puttin it down wit Sucka Free (Down wit Sucka Free)
+The Click I claim is HSE
+You wanna know what I'm wearin
+Wait & see (oooooooooh)
+
+{Chorus: Deep Threat}
+Horses wit my boxers on
+Horses wit my boxers on
+Horses wit my boxers on
+You got yo t-shirt and yo panties
+I got Trojans wit my boxers on
+(repeat till fade)
+Boooooxeeeers!
+**************************************************
+Speakin My Language[Verse 1-Lil' Flip]
+(I got e'm, gyeah-gyeah-gyeah)
+Ay now you can catch me in the club, with my pistol in my pocket
+Niggas talkin that shit but they know they better stop it
+It's Flip Gates the number one Fly Boy
+Try to reach for my jewelry nigga, you could die boy
+I'm a southside nigga steadily movin my work
+Steadily movin that purp, yeah I do my own dirt
+See these niggas get alittle money then they change
+But you ain't no bitch I'm fly like Wayne
+Fly Boy tennis shoes-just to match the piece
+If you from the south, you gotta have a stiff creese
+Heavy starch in the jeans that's how we do it
+Back in '95, I had them 20's on my Buick
+But now I'm in the Lam-and I don't give a damn
+When you make ya money you better pay Uncle Sam
+Cause they'll come and get ya cars like J.D
+It's Flip Gates, fuck boy you gon'pay me
+
+(Chorus-Lil' Flip + Young Noble)
+You ain't talkin bout money-you ain't speakin my language
+You ain't talkin bout money-you ain't speakin my language
+You ain't talkin bout money-you ain't speakin my language
+Don't you fuck with Flip Gates, cause this shit get dangerous
+
+You ain't talkin bout money-you ain't speakin my language
+You ain't talkin bout money-you ain't speakin my language
+You ain't talkin bout money-you ain't speakin my language
+Don't you fuck with Young Noble, cause this shit get dangerous
+
+[Verse 2-Young Noble]
+If it ain't about a dollar, you prolly shouldn't holla
+Uh three wheelin my Impala, inhalin on the ganja
+My women know I'm a rider-shades made by Prada(yea)
+Mob through the club like I'm one of the fuckin owners
+I'm a Outlaw solider(Outlawz)
+We hot now, still my heart alittle colder
+I do this for the hustlas
+Come here little mama get a dose of this pimpin
+If that pussy still drippin a nigga still tippin
+Got me leanin to the left and sippin on that Goose
+When I'm leanin to the right I'm off that California kush
+If you ain't talkin green then you speakin chinese-or-spanish
+Either way I don't understand it
+So I'm stayin on my grind, I'm stayin on my grizzly
+I stay so fuckin busy all my bitches say they miss me
+I'm in the club tipsy throwin out stacks
+Young Noble and Lil' Flip-tell the DJ bring it back
+
+(Chorus-Lil' Flip + Young Noble)
+
+[Verse 3-Young Noble]
+I rock a fresh baldy and shades, spinnin on blades
+These are the times and these are the ways we get paid
+Dickie buttoned to the top for my doggs and locs
+If I don't know you mothafucka don't get to close
+We in the club poppin them bottles, hollerin at models
+Leviate, never hesitate to rock you with hollows
+We be them Outlaw leaders see the game done followed
+I spitt that ghetto gospel truth like it's straight from the Bible
+It's not a seat but I'm a solider so keep yo composure hoe
+Slip on ya toes and yo, we be the chosen few
+Way cool, way over due-stay tuned it ain't over troops
+Operatin under thug laws as a warrior man
+Remain that till the coroner man
+And been that from the corner with grands
+Leanin hard to the left with my hoodie on, gettin that cash
+And gotta dip in the stash(yeah)
+
+(Chorus-Lil' Flip + Young Noble]
+
+(Young Noble talking)
+Yeah, Young Noble-Outlaw-uhhh
+Lil' Flip in this*scratching*Clover G's
+Yeah, (Cloverland wut up)
+Sac what's happenin(dirty third wut up)
+Real Talk Entertainment
+Uhhh get ya money nigga-get ya money
+**************************************************
+Rollin’ on 20'sHere we go, welcome to my world nigga of
+Cadillac's 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 it's cold cause I'm comin wit my heata
+I'm on the Fleeta, doin 150
+Can't you tell by my cut why I'm pimpin
+And if I hit one time she's 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
+
+(Chorus 1)
+On 20's (On 20's)
+Wheel's Spinnin (Wheels Spinnin)
+These hoes grinnin
+I pulled up with the top off
+On 20's (On 20's)
+Wheel's 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 in the Bentley doin a buck fifty
+I'm so gangsta, chickenheads don't wanna fuck wit me
+But you can love me or hate me baby you're stuck wit me
+And I'm a fluff till the police come and get me
+We run dis city, you can't do nothin wit me
+It's young red ya'll, I'm rollin somethin 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
+Let's speed it up a little
+Hoes love to choose
+Soon as they spot the drop, man, it gotta be the shoes
+The fast lane is where a nigga live e'er night
+Look for the grain stay away from the red light
+Them old folks hear me creepin up the street
+Cause they know I got them, I got them
+Woofers in my jeep, nigga
+
+(Chorus 2)
+On 20's (On 20's)
+Wheel's Spinnin (Wheels Spinnin)
+These hoes grinnin
+I pulled up with the top off
+On 20's (On 20's)
+Wheel's Spinnin (Wheels Spinnin)
+These hoes grinnin
+Futuristic tennis shoes when I hop off
+On 20's (On 20's)
+Wheel's Spinnin (Wheels Spinnin)
+These hoes grinnin
+We never lose sleep, lemme
+On 20's (On 20's)
+Wheel's Spinnin (Wheels Spinnin)
+These hoes grinnin
+You can't even breath in it
+
+(*talking*)
+Say, there go the laws, man
+Where, where
+They gettin behind us right now
+Stop lyin man, you lyin
+Don't worry about it, we in a lamborghini, man
+I'm gone
+
+I got a lambo, I got a drop jag
+Plus I got a Harley bike, nigga top that
+Now e'erbody be like where you shop at
+And they be askin dumb shit like where you got that
+That's when I look back and say I'm a superstar
+And if it cost a hundred grand it's a supercar
+I'm still ballin, 20 still crawlin
+Like retarded kids, my DVD's stallin
+Lakers still callin, but we already signed
+We about to be legends like Morris Day & the Time
+When Paul gave me a call, man I had to do it
+I gotta rep where I'm from so I had to screw it, uh
+I'm from the home of the Houston Texans
+The only horse we ride is in our Lexus
+Nowadays, everybody wanna chop on blades
+But we been doin that ya'll better behave
+
+(Chorus 2)
+**************************************************
+Soufside Still Holdin’Chorus:
+Souf side still holdin and it ain't no lie
+We ride on 4 wit tv's inside
+We all suckafree, got the game sewed
+When we put the mic down, say man hold up
+(repeat)
+
+Verse:
+Souf side still holdin im in a expedition
+With a sign on the back that say lets go fishin
+Im Lil Flip, the freestyle king u know me
+Baggats and trillion cuts all in my rolie
+I just went to the car lot and bought a limo
+I got 7 dvd's and im watchin RamBo
+When i hit the club i ain't starrin at hoes
+I know one thang they bet not step on my Horvana Jobe's
+I got Gucci shoes, i got Gucci shades
+Lil Flip pull stunts like Super Dave
+I keep ballin, keep crawlin, keep prawlin
+People wanna know where im at keep callin
+Cuz im a baller im always top of the line
+2000 Bentley watch it squat to the grind
+Poppin bottles of wine, Moet and crystyle
+On the souf side i keep my hand on my pistyle
+Cuz people be always tryna show off
+They try to jack but i won't take my 4's off
+I know.. i gotta shine, get rotation on 97.9
+U might see my car redder than the nose of Rudolph
+Freestyle 10 minutes at Screw House
+The freestyle king i always go hard
+After concerts i might pull yo braud
+
+( repeat chrous til fade)
+**************************************************
+Like a Pimp (feat. David Banner)(feat. David Banner)
+
+Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo' (4x)
+Like a Pimp
+Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo' (2x)
+Like a pimp
+Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo' (2x)
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+By the time I hit the door
+I saw hoes on the flo'
+Niggas dressed in suits
+Tricking all they dough*
+Me imma pimp
+I ain't paying for no sex
+Man I'd rather buy a car
+Or a new rolex
+Cause I got street fame*
+So hoes flock like birds
+I got one holding the weed*
+I got one holding the serve *
+When I hit the club
+Imma be wit David Banner
+A thug ass nigga
+Wit bad table manners
+We act bad (my nigga what is yall saying)
+When we walk inside clubs*
+Niggas hold they gal's hand
+Cause they know we run trains (choo choo) all night
+How could yo gal leave me
+And be wit you all night
+But its all right
+Cause you know we don't kiss
+Like Too $hort said
+Bitches ain't shit
+I tried to told ya
+Dat most girls really freaks
+And dis is how they gotta
+Make they money every week
+
+(Chorus {repeat 4 times)
+Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo' (2x)
+Like a pimp
+
+(David Banner)
+Step into club looking just like a pimp
+We got cash
+So we screaming out "shake something BITCH"
+This is the song
+Tell the DJ put it on
+Micheal Tyler made you shake
+Sisqo made you show your thong
+Bitch im dead wrong
+The playa from the crib
+So get out on the flo'
+And girl get it how you live
+And since you so hot (hot)
+Then show yo pussy lips
+Go to Tugallo, but I know you still flip
+Bitch don't trip
+Ain't a damn thang changed
+I still love my queen
+But bitches keep me to the game
+So if you gotta hoe
+Shake em up and let em go uhh
+And let them girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
+Like a Pimp
+
+(Chorus)
+(Lil' Flip)
+Now don't you hate them ole'
+Lying ass hoes
+Smiling in your face
+Wearing her best friends clothes
+I suppose
+They like the way me and Banner pimp
+You can catch us at Poppa Do's
+Eating steak and shrimp
+
+(David Banner)
+Or you can catch us at E&G pouring it up
+Flip whipping Cali trucks
+Guls licking my nuts
+We some south side pimps
+And we ain't giving a fuck
+Fuck yo gul up in the throat
+And make her swallow the nut
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+We make em
+Swallow the nut so
+Follow the truck
+Lil' Flip and David Banner
+We got all of the butts and
+All of they sluts and
+All of the hoes
+So drop it like its hot girl
+Touch yo fucking toes
+Oohh
+
+(David Banner)
+Gone touch yo toes and
+Make me a roll and
+Gone hit the mall
+And buy me some clothes mayne
+And if yo boy's trill
+Imma bust a clip
+Yall bitches can't fuck wit me
+And
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+Lil' Flip Nigga
+Nigga, Nigga
+Yea nigga
+This for the real money makers out there you know
+Get yo mother fucking money
+Don't worry bout the next nigga
+Get yo mother fucking money
+Get yo mother fucking money nigga
+Uh get your money money
+Money money
+**************************************************
+R.I.P. Screw(talking)
+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)
+
+(Chorus: Bizzy Bone - 2x)
+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
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+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
+
+(Chorus - 2x)
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+I'm still on earth, and everything ter-rific
+Pour 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
+
+(Chorus - 2x)
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+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
+
+(talking)
+
+(Chorus - 2x)
+**************************************************
+Swang Glass 84's Freestyle[Lil' Flip]
+[Talking]
+Yo, stretchin'
+Man, you know
+Lil' Flip nigga
+Nigga freestyle, nigga, shit off the head, nigga
+Nigga, this the shit, nigga
+Nigga be mean in the hood representing, nigga
+
+[???]
+We swang glass 84's
+WePimp hoes
+Platinum teeth, not white gold
+The paper four
+Young G's swang fo's
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+Swang fo's, that's what we do
+I gotta hold it down for my nigga named Screw
+I'm Lil' Flip, I like to creep up the block
+Niggas jacked, so I sleep with my Glock
+I know you know, I know you heard of my style
+A lot of these niggas don't think I deserve my style
+But anyway, it's time to get in the limelight
+Ya'll niggas got a deal but ya'll can't even shine right
+I'm tight
+I break your mics
+In half
+You got three hours, my nigga, you made me laugh
+Im'a show you what it is to be a lyrical nigga
+Southside, still holding, I can flow with (?)
+I got skills to pay the bills
+The only reason I rap is to get some mils
+Fuck a record deal
+Nigga Im'a stay independent
+You can't see my diamonds cause my windows tinted
+
+[???]
+Rolling glass
+Swangin' glass 84's
+Young thugs pimpin' hoes (sucka free) x2
+Swisha house, HLC
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+We in the door
+Like the FBI
+Nigga owe me money
+I bet he'll die
+I'm telling these niggas I'm about my money
+You fucking with me, I might stop With Johnny
+I take my chain to get trillion cuts
+Little Flip is worth a million bucks
+I'm all about my motherfucking pape-o
+Cats from Dago
+Just bought a Winnebago
+Jose Canseco
+Can get a home run
+Fuck a home run, I come with my chrome gun
+Let a nigga know
+I need what I own
+The freestyle king Im'a sit on my throne
+Nigga Im'a sit on recline
+Shit on my mind
+Never-ever-ever sniffing a line
+We blow endo, that light green shit
+Candy red, looking good, have you seen this?
+Berets, everything candy
+Paid, and if I'm in an Escalade, I'm rolling
+Blades. I'm playa-made
+Like Super Dave
+I pulled a lot of stunts
+It's the home of the brave where the
+Trunks, open up like... ass
+Lil' Flip owe me some money, nigga I blast
+I'm all about my cash
+I'm all about my money, nigga
+Ain't shit never been funny
+Dummies get baked when the bricks get low
+Lil' Flip needs five g's for a show
+I come in the store
+I stand on the stage
+Freestyle for about thirty minutes off (?) track
+I made that
+Everything I cook, shit made it back
+I double my money
+Some niggas like to cover their money
+If I'm in Puerto Rico Im'a smuggle my money
+I'm throwed than a motherfucking Colombian
+Lil' Flip got a (?)
+Watching Freddy Kruger strong like Lex Luger
+Man, I fuck Mariah Carey and Cynthia Cooper
+A v-trooper
+I seen them on the highway
+But nigga I'm always blowin'
+High today
+I would chuck the deuce out the roof
+Recognize me, he seen them rocks on my tooth
+You gots to salute cause I'm a motherfucking soldier
+When I freestyle, I never lose my composure
+I blow dosier
+Nigga the best weed, nigga my name is Wesley. Nigga
+Trunk crunch hard like Nestle
+That's a candy bar, call it with the handlebars
+Lil' Flip I rap, make movies, damn I'm a star
+These niggas can't come that close, nigga
+My name ain't Casper but I'm one black ghost
+Nigga toast with the (?) and Crystal (?)
+Alligator, call that shit a Lincoln
+What you thinkin'?
+Nigga I might stop, baby
+Feeling good, nigga, I might drop, baby
+Another double CD, they love to be me
+Lil' Flip, nigga I was on TV
+Niggas say they ballin', nigga please
+I got more jewelery than Mr. T
+
+[???]
+Young g's swang fours
+Pimpin' bitches, pimpin' hoes
+Stackin' paper, paper fours
+We young g's stackin' dough
+
+[]
+Young g's, we stack dough
+Pimp hoes, ride fours
+Mouth full of gold (?)
+Keep it real. Im'a pack steel in the land of the trill
+Niggas getting killed every time that I come
+Who's that there? And they know, it's Charun
+96-01 and my boys in the brick
+(?) we don't take no shit
+Northside rider, butter provider
+I done fucked off and took off with a glider
+And my boy Dollar Jones on the block
+Shit done got hot, the laws is trying to pop
+Pop my spot cause they heard I got birds
+I done hit the court looking just like a nerd
+Glasses on my face I ain't even leave a trace
+Feds said "Damn, we ain't even got a case."
+(?) I done got away clean
+Popped up twice, looking lovely on the scene
+Let my third wheel just glidin' and soarin'
+Once again, pop trunk, Charun
+That's my real name and I'll beat you to the fame
+I done fucked around and got throwed in the game
+Riding down cell phone poles, mouth full of golds
+Wanna hit the courts (?)
+
+[Big Shasta]
+I'm a big nigga you can blame it on the milk
+Ride on fours, let my bumper kit tip
+Yes I am a thug, I do smoke drugs
+Watch me come through and the haters bust slugs
+Bust at a bitch, ride on the switch
+Yes, my palm bitch I'm trying to get rich
+I'm a paper chaser
+I'm a ho eraser
+Check my damn pocket you could see a big face
+Big president
+I ride behind tint
+Didn't lose my house, I did pay my rent
+It's the Big Shasta, I can flow faster
+I can hit a stage seven sides to Alaska
+Baby to Nebraska
+Head to the water
+Draped up and dripped, nope and don't sell quarters
+I sell rhymes, I sell hooks, I got money all over my books
+Let me be a crook
+Nope, I am a thug
+Man hold up
+Man, nigga, what
+Are you a balla? Are you a G?
+Do you blow endo? Do you blow tree?
+I blow doe-doe, came from Acapulco
+If I get hungry, Im'a eat my ro-go
+Cause I am big, you can call me pig
+Draped up and dripped, nigga this is what I did
+Dig me a ditch, pimp a bitch
+I'm trying to get rich
+Broke them boys off
+Hold up man, hold up
+**************************************************
+Y’allY'all niggas tryna steal my style
+Some of y'all niggas tryna steal my style
+I think y'all niggas tryna steal my style
+What you gone do next try and steal my smile
+Some of y'all niggas tryna steal my style
+I think y'all niggas tryna steal my style
+What you gone do next try and steal my smile
+
+Y'all niggas 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
+
+Cause y'all niggas tryna steal my style
+Some of y'all niggas tryna steal my style
+I think y'all niggas tryna steal my style
+What you gone do next try and steal my smile
+Y'all niggas tryna steal my style
+Some of y'all niggas tryna steal my style
+I think y'all niggas tryna steal my style
+What you gone do next try and steal my smile
+
+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 m
+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
+
+Y'all niggas tryna steal my style
+Some of y'all niggas tryna steal my style
+I think y'all niggas tryna steal my style
+What you gone do next try and steal my smile
+Y'all niggas tryna steal my style
+Some of y'all niggas tryna steal my style
+I think y'all niggas tryna steal my style
+What you gone do next try and steal my smile
+
+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
+So 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
+
+Because y'all niggas tryna steal my style
+Some of y'all niggas tryna steal my style
+I think y'all niggas tryna steal my style
+What you gone do next try and steal my smile
+Y'all niggas tryna steal my style
+Some of y'all niggas tryna steal my style
+I think y'all niggas tryna steal my style
+What you gone do next try and steal my smile
+
+[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
+Suca-free niggas don't steal
+Man I don't understand
+**************************************************
+I’m So Gone[Intro: Lil' Flip talking]
+This for all the smokers
+Get your lighters, get you a fat sweet
+Put this in, and just ride heh
+
+[Chorus: Big Shasta]
+I can smell the chronic in the air tonight (tonight)
+Smoke on, smoke on
+I been rollin paper squares all night long (night long)
+I'm so gone, I'm so gone
+
+[Verse 1: Lil' Flip]
+First you roll it up and put it to your lips
+Fire it up, take a puff and let ya mind start to drift
+Welcome to the world of pipes and bongs
+If you a weed smoker you gon' like this song
+And if you don't smoke you better listen anyway
+You might as well find out what you missin anyway
+If it wasn't for chronic I don't know what I would do
+I'd probably just pack all my shit and move
+To Amsterdam where everybody smoke weed
+Over there you can buy an ounce from a police
+So if I don't speak to you it don't mean I'm stuck up
+The only thing it mean is Lil' Flip is fucked up
+
+[Chorus: Big Shasta]
+I can smell the chronic in the air tonight (tonight)
+Smoke on, smoke on
+I been rollin paper squares all night long (night long)
+I'm so gone, I'm so gone
+
+[Verse 2: Lil' Flip]
+So all you cats smokin bullshit you better stop it now
+Cause the only thing I blow is Endo and Chocolate Thai
+Everyday I get high I believe I can fly
+Air freshner for my car, Visine for my eyes
+I'm a smoker so pass me the lighter
+I smoke so much I got my own fire fighter
+While I'm pulling all-nighters all week long
+You can call me and Taz a black Cheech and Chong
+I'm own my speaker phone gettin blowed like a feather
+25 doobies on my dresser, yessir
+I'm a chain smoker ridin in a Range Rover
+And when I smoke Endo I use a flame thrower
+Some people use X and PCP, but all I need is light green trees for me
+And if I don't speak to you it don't mean I'm stuck up
+The only thing it mean is Lil' Flip is fucked up..
+
+[Chorus: Big Shasta]
+I can smell the chronic in the air tonight (tonight)
+Smoke on, smoke on
+I been rollin paper squares all night long (night long)
+I'm so gone, I'm so gone
+
+[Verse 3: Lil' Flip]
+Ay you got hash, Endo type flight cousin
+I'm pumpin gas, by the stop light on Cuttlin
+I'm buzzin drivin in-tox-icated
+And the life style I live I know you got to hate it
+I smoke, and smoke, I never choke
+He got some bunk weed man get a roll
+I'm crackin jokes, I laugh and giggle
+I'm about to break it down so pass the scissors
+Roll up a fatty and take puff
+Roll up another if it ain't enough
+I smoke blunts everyday so don't ask me shit
+And if that weed ain't fire don't pass me shit
+
+[Chorus: Big Shasta]
+I can smell the chronic in the air tonight (tonight)
+Smoke on, smoke on
+I been rollin paper squares all night long (night long)
+I'm so gone, I'm so gone
+**************************************************
+Freestyle(*talking*)
+We got that green stuff, Big Tite
+Lil Flip the Leprechaun, Slim Thug the Boss Hogg
+Fin to put it all in y'all face
+
+[Slim Thug]
+I got too much money, too much cash
+I bought a new Lac and put it on chrome, without touching my stash
+Like Lil Flip I can do that, Excursion candy blue that
+22 that, pounds of dro I done blew that
+You should of knew that, the Slim Thug gon shine
+My ear rings cost a dime, I read Rolex Times
+I'm top of the line, you can tell when I open my mouth
+I bet nobody got mo' princess cut teeth, than the Boss
+Open your mouth up you lost, I'm blinding these boys
+I'm joining rocks in your blocks, in candy blue toys
+Talking noise, cause I ain't old enough to drank
+But I got mo' cash to last, than your daddy in the bank
+I'm top rank, Slim Thug gon talk the talk
+Walk the walk, we can bet ball for ball
+We some paid young G's, with too much cash
+Too much flow and do', talking too much trash ha
+
+[Hook - 2x]
+Too much money, too much cash
+All y'all haters, can kiss our ass
+We got too much money, too much cash
+All y'all haters, can kiss our ass
+
+[Lil Flip]
+Too much money is what I got, like Scarface I rap a lot
+S-Type Jag straight off the lot, believe me dog I'm really hot
+I'm swanging 4's and thinking thoed, banging hoes and changing clothes
+Smoking dro and doing shows, paper stack can never fold
+I bought the car and I bought the house, I represent the Dirty South
+Got more syrup than Waffle House, run through hoes like Marshall Faulk
+I talk the talk and walk the walk, cause nigga I'm a G
+Lil Flip is who I be, I know your gal know me
+Cause I wear a Roley, that look like a snowman
+And I push a Jag, you just gotta see it man
+I'm sitting on Dubs, kinda like a blank tape
+You see them rocks in my teeth, ain't none of em fake
+Give me a break, you think I'm lying or something
+I'm at the mall with your hoe, and she buying me something
+I'm a young pimp, with a whole lot of cash
+And y'all haters, y'all can kiss our ass
+
+[Hook - 2x]
+
+[Tite]
+I got too much M-O-N-E-Y
+Anything I S-E-E, I B-U-Y
+Pull a Bentley off the lot, and ran that thang in the wall
+We throw Crys in the air laugh, and watch it fall
+Watch me ball, as the Dub spin like a top
+I got crunk when I stopped, and made my pop trunk wop
+Girls bop, automatic cause I'm top of the line
+I cut my beep past six, and I raise the top of your spine
+I'ma shine, Sucka Free, Boss Hogg in a row
+You can catch me fresh and braided, or rugged and fro
+You see the Spre's on the car, I bet you my people like the rock
+When girls see Tite, Flip and Slim they say... pulling cameras out
+Damn I'm hot, when I hit the club I'm bound to line to the bar
+And for the first hundred people, I'm insuring they car
+Attracting your star, cause nigga my piece attracting your car
+We got too much green, and that's real by far
+
+[Hook - 2x]
+**************************************************
+We Blow EndoUh-Huh heh-huh
+Lil Flipper da Leprachun ak da Freestyle King
+Sucka Free, Fuckin wit dat Ron-C on dat Dodo tshhh
+Nigga ya'll blowin bull shit, Endo nigga dats what we blow
+
+We blow endo, I might be on Jay Leno
+They be like Flip can you listen to my demo?
+I say nah nigga I got shows to do
+After the Concert I got ho's to screw
+If I'm on stage I don't want to be close to you
+I got money nigga I ain't gonna boast to you
+What I'm supposed to do is keep rappin
+Some niggas got gold in they mouth
+I got Platnium, I ain't Cappin
+What Happened? I done blew up to quick
+I'm Lil' Flip the Freestyle King of the Screwed Up Click
+I represent, I get head
+Ride Blue, Ride Black, I Ride Red
+Fuck-a Fed, I shake heads when I'm in the Club
+Ball out of control, I got endo dub Sacks
+How you love dat?
+I ain't the Hot boys
+But you might see me in a Drop Top Boy
+I wear Rolex, I got Baggets, Princess Cuts
+If I'm in the club you'll see me pimpin Sluts
+Dats what I do, nigga all the time
+Get ro-tation on 97 point 9, dats the box
+Nigga got a TV sitcom on Fox
+Used to be on blocks slangin rocks
+Now I'm changin Dots, In my Drop Top Prowler
+Goto court throw away the case I got a Prowler
+A Caller, nigga Caller I.D., I balla I be
+She wanna fuck? I'm gonna caller and see
+Take dat ho to Motel 6 and goto Tweeties
+Pour a deuce in a can, Sold a four in Tahati
+Now I'm leanin, nigga I'm in a green Beamer
+Super Duper fly like I'm Missy Mesdemeanor
+I'm Lil Flip, nigga I know you know me
+Baggets in 30 corners all on my Role(x)
+You might see me, In an Expedition
+With a sign on da back that says lets go fishin
+I'm a balla, nigga I told you that, If I ain't ridin green
+Then I'm rollin lac, I'm from the Clover, I'm a Soldier
+I write rhymes in my folder, Hell ya I got more crystals then Foldgers
+Dats coffee, Ho's wanna toss me, get off me
+Cuz I be ballin out of control, Ho's they stalk me
+From your Walkie, My Nextel, Inhale, Exhale
+Half of my niggas locked up in jail
+But I'm still on da block puttin it down
+Nigga when I smile, bling, Platnium puttin- you got a frown
+You be mad, Cuz you see me in a Drop Top Jag
+50 G's for a car is not that bad, I can Do that
+If its to fast I can screw that
+Get the brand new Drop, Royal Blue dat
+Now I'm Cruisin, Nigga-Niggas I be bruisin
+Gettin all them mad, Cuz at the club I be Choosin
+I like Yellow Bones, Talk on Prime Co Telephones
+Got Ho's from Hirame Clark to Yellow Stone
+I'm in Homestead Chillin with the real niggas
+We wearin Platnium Fubu, ya'll still wear Fil-Hil-Figer
+I almost fucked up but nigga I'm the King
+I can freestyle all night untill the door bell ring
+And all I do is ride on chrome, and all I got is DVDz inside my home
+I got a Jacooze, I might watch Scary Movie
+Hell ya I get head from yo mamma every Tuesday
+This Lil' Flip, I bet you know that, Show that
+Hell ya you owe me some money, nigga you owe that
+So pay me, The Radio gonna play me
+Look at my yard I got more toys then Kay Bee
+Who I am? da Leprachun Freestyle King
+Change da color of my teeth and my Bezeltine
+Now I'm Platnium, nigga got a nigga name Crime
+Open up my mouth, my piece shine, but Jhonny got me blindin
+Got me just parallel park
+When I open up my mouth it farwell to the dark
+I sip drank, Flip tanks, Sip Eights
+Ya'll ho's in Worthin, Sterlin, and Yates
+And when I pick'em up, nigga I'm gonna take'em to the room
+Nigga I'm gonna be the witch and you can ride my broom
+Then you gone, I freestyle, I'm off da dome
+I got all satellites on the top of my home
+I get gone in my zone nigga, I'm in a Bently
+Niggas mad they got Guess glasses, I'm wearin Fently in S-Classes
+Jumpin out, nigga the King
+Fuck ya'll nigga I'm jumpin out Limosuine
+
+Nigga Lil' Flip, heh-huh Sucka Free, Swisha House Nigga
+We over here too nigga, We puttin it down Nigga
+The North and the South Nigga
+How you do it, We Gettin our roll on
+Dat was freestyle nigga, I'm just bullshitin
+Heh-huh I'm higher than a bitch
+**************************************************
+So Gone[Hook: Big Shasta]
+Now we can roll some berry blunts
+Supersize two feet long
+And when it's done stuff the bong
+So we can smoke on
+You know we got the sticky trees
+That's why we make smoke songs
+One thing I know for sure
+Is that I'm so gone
+
+[C-Bo]
+Yeh M-J baby you mean everything to me
+I built all my raps and goals, and life around you
+I don't care what they think, I ain't right without you
+I don't dip whip shit, through the night without you
+Swisha, ciguerilla, cause you just so potent
+Put the towel under the do', cause you just so open
+I can see me wid you all in my life
+I'm in my drop top rollin' down Sunset all through the night
+Cause when I, fire ya up right, they know you're the truth
+I just look at them other niggas, cause they want a hit too
+But I ain't into sharin' mines, less you one of my dogs
+If you wid us it ain't shit we blow one of my logs
+I keep the dro loose, like it's supposed to
+So when they hit it they just choke like they supposed to
+You wanna blow to?, you gon' need dough fool
+You hit my blunt I snatch it back like I don't know you
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+Imagine ridin' down the highway eyes all blurry
+Cops pull me over cause they know I'm in a hurry
+I ain't worried I ain't ridin' dirty but I'm high as fuck
+I hoppin' out like damn, you wanna buy my truck?
+It must've been my luck, for me to get stopped
+It must've been your luck, for you to get dropped
+I roll the creme of the crop, the best shit nigga
+We ain't fuckin' around wid that stress shit nigga
+I went to Amsterdam, in a tannish Lan
+I ain't wear my fuckin' jewelry they know who I am
+I Lil' Flipper, the nigga who was leanin' to the left
+Just, freestylin' eversince Jazzy Jeff, and the Fresh Prince
+Well I'm the fresh king, you wearing little stones
+I got begets in my ring, I got green weed purple weed
+No more commercial weed,  hah ha
+That's how I do it smoke one G
+
+[Hook]
+**************************************************
+Kings of the South(*talking*)
+Oh (oh), oh (oh) this what the streets been asking fa
+The real Kings, Lil' Flip and Z-Ro ha-ha-ha
+Clover G'z and Rap-A-Lot, different labels
+But we both in the Screwed Up Click, let's go
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+Look me and my niggas, we fifty deep with them triggas
+I'm a school boy yeah right, I run with them killas
+Afilliated with pimps, I know too many cats
+I've been rapping eight years, I got too many placks
+Now when I run in your crib, and take your son out the crib
+And put the gun to his bib, now it's one in his ribs
+
+[Z-Ro]
+I stay in and out of the jail house, I can afford to bail out
+You can call me the post man, all I do is follow my mail route
+I got a stank ass attitude, excuse me nigga you have to move
+See these big old niggas I'm walking with, there's some behind you too
+Don't want us to trip, you don't wanna see this extended clip
+Be on the lookout for Z-Ro and Lil' Flip, this is history in the making ya bitch
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+Now I'm back with my crew, like we ain't got nothing to do
+So if you beefing with them, then I'm beefing with you
+I'm the King of the South, you see the ring and the house
+I'm a major playa like, Mean Green in the South
+So if I kick in your do', and put my dick in your hoe
+Give me the brick in the flo', now it's time to go
+
+[Z-Ro]
+When I roll I roll solo, I got seven sets of fo' do's
+I got rid of all my old bitches, to make way for some mo' hoes
+We are the real Kings, god damn it my grill clean
+I smoke and I still lean, hit up C-Note or Will-Lean (why dat)
+Cause I kick's it with my people, fuck friends they all turn evil
+They might try, to do me something lethal
+All y'all niggas claiming to be cold, can deal with my heater
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+Oh no I flip digits like Puffy, I slay niggas like Buffy
+You a fag, I refuse to let a label fuck me
+Cause I'm calling the shots, my favorite rapper is Pac
+Nigga I was stealing cars, when you was wiping your snot
+So when I blow up your office, and rob one of your bosses
+I can't take no losses, you know how crunk the South is
+Hell yeah we throw bows for really, we blow dro and Philly's
+I get three dollas with this, you only getting a penny
+This skinny nigga, will never be in my position
+How you gon fight, when you got malnutrition
+So when I stomp your ass, and when I front your ass
+And when I punch your ass, you ain't gon wanna talk no mo' let's go
+
+[Z-Ro]
+I'm a gangsta kin folk, I stack and don't spend do'
+I got five percent tint, on each and every one of my windows
+Everytime the wind blows, another Benjamin goes
+Where the rest of the Benjamins go, hoe I'm paid for your info
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+I'm the rap LeBron, better yet I'm T-Mac
+I was flipping work, when you was playing pitty-pat
+I take a brick from here, then I move it on the East
+I got New York niggas, paying 23
+So when I hit your gut, I'm in my pick-up truck
+I come to pick up bucks, after that I'm picking up sluts now let's ride
+**************************************************
+I Shoulda ListenedHuh huh
+I had to do somethin like dis
+Ya know
+Huh I shoulda listened
+I shoulda listened
+
+[Lil' Flip - Verse 1]
+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
+
+[Chorus: repeat 2X]
+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
+
+[Lil' Flip - Verse 2]
+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 can't please everybody
+Right now I'm findin out I dont need everybody
+I shoulda listened, when you said dont brind dem niggas to ya house
+Cause when you ain't there theyll try to break in ya house
+I shoulda listened, when you told me you read what ya so
+So everybody I meet I can't treat'em like a ho
+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
+
+[Chorus] - repeat to fade
+**************************************************
+I Just Wanna Tell U[Hook - 2x]
+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 - 2x]
+
+[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
+**************************************************
+I Got Flow(Chorus)
+Cause I got flow, you know I got flow
+If I ain't in your gal, I'm in the studio
+Cause I got flow, you know I got flow
+I'm da freestyle king, I ain't no freestyle pro
+I got flow, you know I got flow
+If I ain't in your gal, I'm in the studio
+Cause I got flow, you know I got flow
+I'm da freestyle king, I ain't no freestyle pro
+I got flow
+
+Look, I put diamonds in your face
+I'm Lil' Flip, you know me
+I chill with Big H.A.W.K., C-Note, and Pokey
+Used to do karaoke, now I'm da freestyle king
+You wanna see the platinum in my mouth and my Byzantine
+I go to ? cause my piece shine bright
+If I look into the sun, my teeth shine bright
+I ride to the left, I swang to da right
+They like, “Lil' Flip let me see your chain in the light?”
+When I step on stage I leave you wit your mouth open
+I go to Papdeux or I might go to Copeland
+Fly to Oakland and do a song with Too $hort
+All Mann my pants I gatta take'em back dey ain't toostarched
+I be ballin', I be crawlin' that's all I do
+Represent the Screwed Up Click with DJ Screw
+I'm da freestyle king I said it once I'd said it twice
+I don't wear no other name brand shoe but Nikes
+
+(Chorus)
+Cause I got flow, you know I got flow
+If I ain't in your gal, I'm in the studio
+Cause I got flow, you know I got flow
+I'm da freestyle king, I ain't no freestyle pro
+I got flow, you know I got flow
+If I ain't in your gal, I'm in the studio
+Cause I got flow, you know I got flow
+I'm da freestyle king, I ain't no freestyle pro
+I got flow
+
+Look, ain't nobody down-south wreckin' Flipper
+Got da brand-new Bentley with the inspection sticker
+Or I might be in da Jag, or I might be in the plane
+Da diamonds on my ring or dey might be on my chain
+I'm looking good, I'm dress good, I feel good
+I stay right between S. A. and Hillwood
+Cloverland on da map I know you know that
+Every song I put out BABY, I wrote that
+But I'm freestylin' comin' from da top of my dome
+I got satellites all at da top of my home
+I got diamonds all on da top of my phone
+I got ice and it's all on da top of my cone
+Im a balla, I chill with my partner Taz
+We be ballin' out of control, NBA live in da Jazz
+He might dunk on me, I might dunk on him
+But it don't really matter
+Drank da drank till its on da rim of da cup
+I mo buck, I'm slidin' and creepin'
+Dey be like Lil' Flip, “South side we sippin'!”
+I represent my hood, Cloverland, its in the air
+Hell Yeah! I swear like my name was Andre Wear
+In da pocket I'm like a rocket
+I'm gonea explode, and every time on stage, I do it throwed
+And every time I do a song, I show off
+I put the mic down buddy, I go off
+Cause I'm the freestyle king
+
+
+(Chorus)
+Cause I got flow, you know I got flow
+If I ain't in your gal, I'm in the studio
+Cause I got flow, you know I got flow
+I'm da freestyle king, I ain't no freestyle pro
+I got flow, you know I got flow
+If I ain't in your gal, I'm in the studio
+Cause I got flow, you know I got flow
+I'm da freestyle king, I ain't no freestyle pro
+I got flow
+
+I might go to college, I might do my work
+Wear a piece andchain that u can see through my shirt
+I got ten Escalades, and three of them tinted
+I got a PrimCo phone with three million minutes
+You might see me at the summit looking lovely
+You might see me in the Jag and its bubbly
+You might see me with Kryst-al and Moet
+You might see me with a platinum Rolex
+You might see me just laying on the hill
+You might see diamonds just laying on my grill
+You might see me just playing in the field
+I'm Lil' Flip .freestyle king, I gatta get a deal
+
+
+(Chorus)
+Cause I got flow, you know I got flow
+If I ain't in your gal, I'm in the studio
+Cause I got flow, you know I got flow
+I'm da freestyle king, I ain't no freestyle pro
+I got flow, you know I got flow
+If I ain't in your gal, I'm in the studio
+Cause I got flow, you know I got flow
+I'm da freestyle king, I ain't no freestyle pro
+I got flow
+**************************************************
+What I Been Through(Intro)
+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'ma tell the truth you can't outsmart the cops
+You see what I did, I only drop hits
+Chopping up game, y'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: Big T - 2x)
+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 wanna 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'ma 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 - 2x)
+**************************************************
+Rags 2 Riches[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 niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas 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]
+**************************************************
+My Block(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]
+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
+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]
+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
+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
+
+[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 hea
+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]
+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
+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
+
+[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 ain't 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 ain't 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’m a Baller(*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]
+**************************************************
+Game Over (Remix)(feat. Young Buck & Bun B)
+
+(Intro)
+Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip (Hahahahaha)(wooo)
+Game Over, Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, yeah
+Game Over, (yeah, the remix)
+The remix, the remix, the remix
+Clover geeeeees in the building (game over), (fo sho, fo sho, fo sho)
+We got G-unit it the building (game over), (fo sho, fo sho, fo sho,)
+UGK in the building (game over), (fo sho, fo sho, fo sho)
+It's Lil' Flip, Young Buck and Bun B holla at em'
+
+(Young Buck)
+My Chain hanging twenty fo's on my escalde and…
+I Smoke so much a lot of people might think I'm a jamacian
+I know just where to take em' straight to the dirty dirty
+Where Bun come from, and Lil' Flip flip them birdie birdies
+Me and Banks Bank heading out in ATL
+50 riding with me blowing sticky down in cashville
+We keep the club crunk ya'll know how we do it
+Now let me see you stomp (stomp) in your G-units
+They say I'm dressed like a thug, they won't let me in
+Security better move or get up on my level then
+The hood in here, where they at, (here we go buck)
+Now let's buy the bar and drink till we throw up
+
+(Chorus)
+(Now who they want?) Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip (game over) Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip
+(Now who they want?) Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip (game over) Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip
+(Now who they want?) Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip (game over) Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip
+(Now who they want?) Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip (game over)
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+Lil' Flip is in the building, oh boy (oh boy)
+Ah shit I had to do a remix
+I got a thousand dollar shirt, plus three hundred dollar kicks
+I know you mad cause your gal love my voice (ooooooo)
+I know you mad I'm on the cover of the source (nooooooo)
+I take fifteen minutes to drop a track boy
+You ain't know I got Houston tatted on my back boy
+I be in Philly with "Beans", I be with "50" in queens
+I be in Houston with Bun, I keep a gun
+From the crack game, to the rap game
+But my main goal is to try to stack change
+I'm number one on the charts you at the bottom boy
+Cause if you drop when I drop, it's a problem boy
+I got kicks for days, I move bricks and haze
+I'm big pimping like "Jay" we choppin' blades
+And clover gees on top of my chain
+When I die put a crown on top of my name, holla
+(now who they want)
+(Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh) (now who they want)
+
+(Chorus)
+(Bun B)
+It's the king of the underground, the king of the thrill
+In that candy Cadillac with pinky ring on the wheel
+Diamonds against the wood, southern side stunting
+And it's nothing for Bun B to come down on them bustas
+I saw your rims fool, the spinners but they not dammit
+See that's that half ass hustling, let's not have it
+You wanna ball with the best, just go ball with the rest
+Got more TV's in my car then best buy
+You can just cry, your crew or a takeover
+My nine' will give you a new grill like extreme makeover
+Do this Pimp C, come home we move the fake over
+To lame over, and it's the same cause the… game (over)
+
+(Chorus X2)
+**************************************************
+I Can Do Dat (Remix)[Lil' Flip]
+The remix... Lil' Flip...Juvnile...
+Skip...I Can Do Dat...
+Suckafree - U.T.P
+
+If spill drank on my shirt (I can do dat)
+It don't matter, I got a lotta Iceberg (I can do dat)
+I'ma spend 180 on the house (I can do dat)
+'Cause I ain't got a lady or a spouse (I can do dat)
+You know I'm ridin' S-Type Jag's (I can do dat)
+No belt, so my Guess might sag (I can do dat)
+Cartier is my wrist-wear (I can do dat)
+My bank account similar to Ric Flair's (I can do dat)
+Next week I got a show in the Dirty (I can do dat)
+And everyday I wear a throwback jersey (I can do dat)
+I'ma fly to Miami for a night (I can do dat)
+We front row and the Roy Jones fight (I can do dat)
+I just got a deal for 20 Mill' (I can do dat)
+I'm like U.G.K 'cause I'm trill (I can do dat)
+And I put new platinum in my grill (I can do dat)
+And guess what, I did that before the deal (I can do dat)
+
+[Juvenile]
+I still wear boxers wit Girbauds (I can do dat)
+I can bag a whole block full of O's (I can do dat)
+Throw a free party in the Tunnel (I can do dat)
+Nigga sip syrup through a funnel (I can do dat)
+Turn a housewife into a hoe (I can do dat)
+Stash a quarter million in the flo' (I can do dat)
+Call a private meeting wit the mayor (I can do dat)
+Tell him, "Quit hatin' 'cause I'm a playa" (I can do dat)
+I when in the business talkin' in Ebonics (I can do dat)
+Fly to California for the chronic (I can do dat)
+Park my Rolls Royce in the 'jects (I can do dat)
+Put 23's on my new Lex' (I can do dat)
+Pass on a sale for ten ki's (I can do dat)
+A palm tree hit for 10 G's (I can do dat)
+Come through this bitch wit no clique (I can do dat)
+Spit the remix wit Lil' Flip (I can do dat)
+
+[Chorus - Lil' Flip]
+Hey, so if you see it - take it
+I wreck - shake it
+Money - make it
+Microphone - break it
+If you see it - want it
+Buy it - own it
+Drive it - flaunt it
+Factory - chrome it
+
+[Skip]
+I can turn a block into three (I can do dat)
+Turn around a sell 'em all for cheap (I can do dat)
+Hustle one day of the week (I can do dat)
+The other six I smoke weed and sleep (I can do dat)
+Can a plane from N.O to the 'Ville (I can do dat)
+I'ma blow about a half a quarter mill' (I can do dat)
+Then fly from the 'Ville to H-Town (I can do dat)
+Yo Lil' Flip, man I just touched down (I can do dat)
+Nigga, I'm forever like Botany (I can do dat)
+Meet me right here, C-Note got me (I can do dat)
+Don't make me have to call Will Lean (I can do dat)
+Shouts out to my partner Mean Green (I can do dat)
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+I still throw money at my shows (I can do dat)
+Still look funny wearin' gold (you can do dat)
+I stopped wearin' gold last year (I can do dat)
+And I get more sex then the past year (I can do dat)
+I still got rocks on my wrist (I can do dat)
+I still never shop for a chick (I can do dat)
+I still got them bricks on the strip (I can do dat)
+Who run the south? - Juvenile and Lil' Flip (we can do dat)
+I threw 20's on the Land Rover (I can do dat)
+I talk shit 'cause I'm a Cloverland Soulja (I can do dat)
+Fly to A.T.L and get drunk (I can do dat)
+Blow a whole ounce wit Lil' Jon (I can do dat)
+Hit Dayton for a week (I can do dat)
+I had a show wit Eightball & MJG (I can do dat)
+It only took a year and now I blew up (I can do dat)
+But for DJ Screw, I'm gon' stay screwed up
+Stay screwed up (I can do dat)
+
+[Chorus]
+**************************************************
+Flippin’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]
+**************************************************
+Everyday[Verse One: B.G.]
+On the block avanna to magnolia tryna shine
+I scored a bird and I flipped dat bitch forty times
+Now we ballin from Houston to New Orleans seven figures (ya'll lyin)
+Got the baddest broads callin cause I'm rockin ice (bling!)
+Gotta 2000 Benzy Bike rrrroooommmm rrrooommmm! loud pipes loud pipes
+Gotta house on Washatona thats laid out
+Short Bentley on dubs paid out
+My niggas homes said wodie be bout cha' paper
+He said you got ends dem feds will try ta hate ya
+I said look here you know I'm bout my change cousin
+I can spend a grand a day like it ain't nuttin
+Cause I got money to blow I can spend a mill a day
+And be far from broke ya heard me believe dat!
+If it ain't ice it ain't ya heard me!
+If it ain't platinum it ain't right
+
+[Chorus 2X: Lil' Flip]
+Everyday I'm ballin (ooohh da way y'all ball)
+Bourbon is crawlin (ooohh da way y'all ball)
+Texas to New Orleans we ballin (ooohh da way y'all ball)
+
+[Verse Two: Lil' Marice]
+I'ma balla-shot calla and I'm seven years old
+My blades gon' chop and my pop trunk low
+I chill wit my boys I might ride tan
+I'ma H-town playa and ya'll can't stand me!
+When I'm at school I make good grades
+Ya know I'm Sucka Free and we all playa made
+Chop chop twist twist I got rocks on my wrist
+I'ma million dollar balla wit a million dollar kiss
+
+[Verse Three: Lil' Flip]
+Well...
+I got rocks on my wrist head lights on my fist
+Wit all dis platinum in my mouth playboy I'm da shit!
+I gotta Bourbon, a Jag, and one Durango
+If you lookin at my watch you might see a rainbow
+And when I pull up on da scene I'm hangin out da sunroof
+Fo' 15's in my trunk kick like kungfoo (hhhuuwwwhhhaaii!)
+You say you ballin like me what you gun' do
+What you got on yo' watch I got on one tooth
+I like to spend 50 and ball in da mall
+Go to Gavleston and crawl on da wall
+Me & Duke spend money and roll on 3's
+I spend money like it grows on trees!
+
+[Verse Four: Taz]
+If you ain't a millionare you can't ball wit me
+Girl if you ain't a star you can't get caught wit me
+Ain't nobody gon' represent the south like me
+Ain't nobody got rocks in they mouth like me
+I'ma shine no matter what the cost
+Maybe I'm da boss nobody play the flaught wit me
+You claim you ballin hard you ain't spendin G's
+We only roll 20-inches on our Bentley's
+T-A-Z ballin is what you hate ta say
+Twenty D's in my rang can you pay da fee
+Wit out money I dont know how my day would be
+It's Hill Wood puttin it down playa we Sucka Free, that's right!
+
+[Chorus 4X: Lil' Flip]
+Everyday I'm ballin (ooohh da way y'all ball)
+Bourbon is crawlin (ooohhh da way y'all ball)
+Texas to New Orleans we ballin (ooohh da way y'all ball)
+
+[Verse Five: Lil' Flip]
+Look everybody in my click got Ninja bikes
+Please take off ya ring I got bigger ice
+I shoot craps in Vegas they got bigger dice
+I re-did my teeth platinum for a bigger price
+I got drop-top toys like Fisher Price
+I like 2000 cars they got bigger lights
+I got 20's at night jus' ta blow ya mind
+I pull up in a crawla jus' ta slow ya down (*tires schreeching*)
+When I pull up at da light women stop and giggle (Girls:Hey Flip,Hey Flip)
+I tell em girl ya look good hop in da middle
+I'ma Texas boy and I like ta ball a lot
+I got 2 Prime Co's women call a lot (Hello,Hello)
+I can't help dat I'ma star its in my Jeans-N-Trace
+I got my name on my arm ScreensNPlates
+I'm Lil' Flip and I'm all about stockin change
+You say ya gotta million nigga that's pocket change
+I'm ballin, I'm ballin!
+
+[Chorus 4X: Lil' Flip]
+Everyday I'm ballin (ooohhh da way y'all ball)
+Bourbon is crawlin (oooohh da way y'all ball)
+Texas to New Orleans we ballin (oohh da way y'all ball)
+
+[Harmonized: Lil' Flip]
+Sippin on lean ya know I'm lookin clean
+Watchin T.V screens 20 diamonds in my rriinngg!
+We bbbaaallllliiinnnggg!
+Khakis wit a creese platinum on my teeth
+Ya know I'm Sucka Free till I DDDD-III-EEEE!
+We bbbaaallliiinngggggg!
+
+[Girl Singing]
+I like da way you playas ball I like
+Dem diamonds when ya smile it jus da way
+You playas shots and roll on 20's all da time
+Ooohhh!drastic!da way ya'll ball!
+**************************************************
+Single Mother(*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
+**************************************************
+Dirty SouthSouth side.... dirty dirty.... south side.. ahhhhh
+
+CHORUS:
+It's the dirty south, it's just the dirty south
+It's the dirty south, the dirty south, the dirty south (repeat 2X)
+
+(Redd)
+Down south we wear bandannas and denim suites
+Down south you gone always spot us in them coupes
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+Well down south we drivin bentleys and jaguars
+And we play all our hoes like a game of flash cars
+
+(H.A.W.K.)
+Down south we bout that dolla dolla
+Grab a trick then hit and make em holla holla
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+Down South we eatin Timmy Chan's and noodles
+I just bought an Escalade and a PT cruiser
+
+(Redd)
+Down south my wrist stay below freezin
+Down south my niggas brag for no reason
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+In down south everybody shop in the galeria
+I dont care about the price I drop money like diarhea
+
+(H.A.W.K.)
+Down south we rollin fancy cars
+Escalades drop tops and rovers wit role bars
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+Down south lil flip pimpin sluts
+Down south we wearin Princess cuts
+
+(Redd)
+Down south is the place where dem caddy trucks stunt
+Ugly birds get shot down like duck hunt
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+Down south at my concerts I'm packin em in
+And you can see my diamonds from the back of my hand
+
+(H.A.W.K.)
+Down south candy paint bumper grill
+And to be for real I'm already done cart wheels
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+Down south we all about stackin chips
+And if you get outa line we packin clips
+
+(Redd)
+Down south they know redd one of the best
+Plus I shine like I got a sun on my chest
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+In down south I put diamonds all in your face
+And I'm sellin fifty thousand i'll leave your state
+
+(H.A.W.K.)
+Down south these bezeltines an baggets
+So much ice you could bobsled off my chest
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+Down south we sip serve and fall asleep
+Down south can't nobody else ball like me
+
+CHORUS:
+It's the dirty south, it's just the dirty south
+It's the dirty south, the dirty south, the dirty south
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+Down south when we drive we hoggin the lane
+86 baggets clogin my rang
+
+(Redd)
+Down south we count money on the back of the jags
+But if I'm broke you gone find me with a gat in the mast
+
+(H.A.W.K.)
+Down south we smoke hydro and sip syrup
+Down south it's boo boo guess and ice bergh
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+Down south we ride swangers on drop tops
+After karintons we ride through our house
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+Down south lil flip the only freestyle king
+Down south we all known for big balling
+
+(Redd)
+Down south we spit slang notice my voice dragin
+Take a look at my clothes ice bergh jeans sagin
+
+(H.A.W.K.)
+Down south we some ghetto stars
+When we havin sex it's minashatwa
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+Down south I hope yall know it's hot as hell
+And if ya tape ain't jammin it's not gone sell
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+Down south it's rolex and cardiere
+We dont go to clubs unless they got a party there
+
+(Redd)
+Down south 5-0's be slangin the billy clubs
+Down south you ain't gone find to many silly thugs
+
+(H.A.W.K.)
+Down south stick together like glue
+And we love our music slowed down by screw
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+Down south lil flip wreckin all these boys
+Major labels dont even wanna call these boys
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+Down south I make em stop like DMX
+And lil kids poppin wheelies on they bmx
+
+(Redd)
+Down south every other ride is on twenty inches
+On a bad day I prolly conversate with twenty winches
+
+(H.A.W.K.)
+Down south we push rhymes like weight
+And the real hangry grill fake hang with fake
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+Down south it ain't no stopin me
+And I got more zeros then the lottery
+
+CHORUS:
+It's the dirty south, it's just the dirty south
+It's the dirty south, the dirty south, the dirty south (2x)
+
+(Redd)
+Down south ladies throw brawls right in your way
+Man I love to rock ice just to brighten your day
+
+(H.A.W.K.)
+Down south all you hear is H.A.W.K
+And thats the reason why I hit your (flum face ??)
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+Down south we ridin in vipers and vets
+Down south we wearin nikes and sweats
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+And down south sucka free got the game sewed up
+Down south everybody sayin man hold up
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+Down south all we do is ride on chrome
+Down south we got dvd's inside our home
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+Down south we ballin for the millenium
+I got a drop escalade and I ain't even twenty-one
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+Down south everybody know I'm shinin quick
+Can somebody flush the toilet (*toilet sound*)
+Cuz I'm the shit down south
+**************************************************
+3, 2, 1, GO!(Intro, Juicy J & [Lil' Flip])
+DJ Paul, Juicy J Productions
+Hypnotize Minds
+SHUDAFUCKUUUP!
+[Let's do it, nigga]
+[Pay attention]
+
+Bring it back
+Bring it back
+Bring it back
+Bring it back
+Bring it back
+Bring it back
+Bring it back
+Bring it back
+
+(Pre-Verse, Lil' Flip & [Three 6 Mafia])
+Now if I front you a O [Bring it back]
+And once you make all ya doe [Bring it back]
+And if you steal from me nigga [Bring it back]
+Cause my homies kill for me nigga [Bring it back]
+We'll cut off ya head [And bring it back]
+Duct-tape it to ya leg [And bring it back]
+And yo partnas can get it too [Bring him back]
+Now they pumpin on his chest, cause they tryin'a [Bring him back]
+I told y'all niggas, you supposed to [Bring it back]
+But that's what you get when you talk behind my back
+So tell my foes they can get it anytime
+Cause when I'm on that shit, yeah I got it on my mind for real
+Here we go
+
+(Hook, Lil' Flip)
+Three, two, one, go!
+I'ma let'chu know, these rap niggas hoes
+Look you don't wanna fake
+Cause I'll break yo shiiit
+And you don't want drama with the Clover G clique, yeah!
+Three, two, one, go!
+I'ma let'chu know, these rap niggas hoes
+Look you don't wanna fake
+Cause I'll break yo shiiit
+And you don't want drama with the Three-6 clique, bitch!
+
+(Verse 1, DJ Paul)
+See nigga, this dope is cut-less
+Flippin iron n' weight out my black Cutlass (Cutlass)
+Shiny paint, with the quarter-top rag (Rag)
+Got it for cheap, but we can't brag (Can't brag)
+Haters playin, but they better have a plan-B
+I got a Glock everytime that they see me
+And I'ma bust til' my clips out of business
+And that won't be til' I down all that witnessed
+See I'ma do you bitches clean, by the book
+With no murder weapons or talkers, then I'm good
+See I ain't no trouble maker, just love to smoke wood
+But'chu Three-6 wanna-be's got me mis-understood, bitch!
+
+(Hook)
+
+(Verse 2, Juicy J)[Left! repeats on beat throughout verse]
+Yes sir
+When you make a little cheese, then these niggas start to hate
+For just rappin, or a jackin, or a dealer pushin weight
+Don't get mad at the Juice, cause I hustle til' it's late
+And you somewhere passed out, wit'cha face off in a plate
+Heard you never get no pussy, so you hold 'em down and rape
+Ridin 'round in rental-cars, like you head of the state
+Tryin'a cut niggas deals, in the trunk he got the ba-kin soda
+Thought I told ya, he'll get'cha cause he fake
+Since I rap, don't be thinkin I can't leave yo body stinkin
+Yes, we do a lot of drugs and a whole lot of drinkin
+In this business, yeah it's gangsta
+But this hatin, I'm gon' finish
+Hit'chu in yo fuckin mouth, send you back to the dentist (Nigga!)
+
+(Hook)
+**************************************************
+We Ain’t Scared(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
+Y'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 writin' your will, we coming with the steal
+And it's a fact, that most niggas mouth get em killed
+
+(Chorus - 2x)
+
+[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'mma 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'mma teach you a lesson
+So call mama, and tell her she gone need her a reverend, what
+
+(Chorus - 2x)
+
+[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
+2Pac 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)
+
+(talking)
+**************************************************
+Gotta Be Me[Chorus: Cresia]
+And I just gotta be me...me...me
+And I'm gonna stay sucka free...free...free
+And I just gotta be me...
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+I'm an 18 year old CEO
+I got fans thats dyin to see me flow
+My favorite movie is CB-4
+H$E Click you know we throwed
+I'm 6 foot 1 on the digital scale
+I'm a ghetto star and a man as well
+And I'm all about my mail like a man in jail
+I wonder if I put my tape out, can it sell?
+Only time will tell how many copies get sold
+And I pray to god that I live to get old
+Cuz half of my homeboys already dead
+And the other half doin time with the feds
+I'm like the CincinnatI Reds  I'm playin ball for the pennant
+And if I fall while I'm tryin I start from the beginning
+They say practice make perfect and it really paid off
+I'm my own boss now so I can't get laid off
+And I'm gonna stay the same flip no matter what it takes
+And I won't stop rappin no matter how much I make
+Whether I'm rich or broke i'ma still crack jokes
+And I never turn my back on mobbin foes
+
+[Chorus]
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+I done been through a lot of pain
+At an early age ??? gave me silent game
+I got knowledge but I didn't get it from college man
+I'm not gonna change because I'm flyin private planes
+And if I don't work, my pockets hurt
+Man it costs a lot of money livin on this earth
+Everybody got to shine but it's my turn
+The early bird gets the worm that's what I learned
+Ever since I was a kid I had to ball
+I don't smoke cigarettes and I hate alcohol
+I went from being a janitor to a manager
+When you become a star with me, wanna dance with yah
+I'm gonna keep my platinum teeth and my pants saggin
+Now everybody wanna jump on the band waggon
+I ain't braggin, because I got a little change
+I ain't gonna let my head blow up cuz I got a little fame
+Now when my cousin died things got a little strange
+I know the block is hot just ask lil wayne
+Everybody dream about goin to hollywood
+But look how fast I turned clover land into ???
+
+[Chorus]
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+Everyday I'm on the paper chase
+I gotta win first place in this paper race
+A lot of kids around the world wanna take my place
+But momma said boy don't let nobody take your space
+That's why I pay attention, so I can see
+It ain't the army but I'm bein all I can be
+So everyday I shop like I hit the lottery
+I'm Lil' Flip that's the only thing I gotta be
+
+[Chorus]
+**************************************************
+North 2 Tha South(*talking*)
+Whoa yeah, Lil' Flip the Freestyle King
+Hold up, from the North to the South
+Uh, uh, uh
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+Welcome to the South, where niggas ride 84 swangas
+Nothing but the screwed shit, in they c.d. changers
+You know me, as I slide down the block
+Nothing but princess cuts, slide off my watch
+As I slide out my block, sipping Sprite syrup
+Wearing Iceberg, bout to hit the right curb
+I might swerve, when I'm under the influence
+They pull me over, but I got my license and insurance
+You know me, as I'm on six-ten
+In a big Benz, swangas poke like stick-ends
+Riding on chrome, with my Prime Co. phone
+I'm the Freestyle King, cause I'm sitting on my throne
+The Southside, we ride down MLK
+The Southside, turn three lanes to a one way
+The Southside, you gon get some gun play
+Hands in my pants, but my name ain't Al Bun-day
+
+[Hook: Chamillionaire]
+It ain't a game, we switching lanes
+Sitting on D's or swangs, gripping and squeezing grain
+See me, I ain't ashamed to throw up the set I claim
+It's a Northside Southside, Dirty South thang
+
+[Chamillionaire]
+We on lights that got word, choppers on block 'burbs
+Make sure that you lock your, Denali's and droppers
+Got nuts and got nerds, if you caught without your
+Heat in your boxers, no feathers they got birds
+Man I'm sitting crooked on a switch, and your misses wondering
+If she'd freeze her lips, if she kissed my wrist
+Top of the list top gun, tops for the drop got none
+Where they pop Don pop gun, and run when the cops come
+That's where I'm from, shrangle a grain swanging a lane where I hang
+Everyday thang, ducking the FED's busting the lead screens hang
+Nothing but rain, me and Lil' Twin always been like kin
+So we spend six to ten, six-ten crooked on sixteen
+Throw up your set and represent, like you ain't ashamed of it
+If you see me with a case, then I promise it ain't luggage
+You still on the same subject, and spitting the same rubbish
+Chamillion just came thuggish, don't act like you can't love it
+
+[Hook: Chamillionaire]
+
+[Paul Wall]
+My neighborhood mean-mug, cause we be acting a grouch
+20 inches squatting lower, than a midget that crouch
+We leaning with a slouch, on a European made couch
+I'm a walking night club, cause there's a disco ball in my mouth
+You better not come out the house, if you afraid of the dark
+My advice is not to park your car, next to the park
+And if you ain't got no bite, then you better not bark
+Cause on my block, you'll be like raw meat surrounded by sharks
+Hold up, them Hollywood hooligans at it again
+If you owe nine, your best bet's to bring back ten
+Me and Twin hitting licks, way up in Memphis 10
+Go to sleep at 9:59, back on the grind at ten
+Look out, I got a snowstorm on every tooth
+I got clumsy screens that stumble, and fall down from the roof
+Paul Wall act a guerilla, when it come to my loot
+If you's a hater kiss my boot, till you puke it ain't cute
+
+[Hook: Chamillionaire]
+
+[Slim Thug]
+Last but not least, off the Northside streets
+Be the Mr. Slim Thug, the Boss capish
+You wanna hustle on my block, you gotta ask for permission
+Break the rules on my block, and you'll come up missing
+Ain't no games being played, just big money getting made
+You come short on that North, and somebody getting sprayed
+We real G's no fakers, balling like the Lakers
+By any means necessary, we getting paper
+Not in the Rap-A-Lot mafia, but I roll with a mob
+I cash a check everyday, but I ain't got no job
+I'm a hustler a thug nigga, born and raised
+If I don't get nothing else, Slim don't get paid
+Nawfside representer, wrist cold like the winter
+Main attraction when I enter, standing tall like a center
+Boss Hogg representer, from the North to the South
+H-Town to D-Town, we break boys off uh
+
+[Hook: Chamillionaire - 2x]
+**************************************************
+Da Cops(*talking*)
+Thank you thank you very much
+Now it's back to the block, holla
+You know, we from the hood right
+We use to running from the cops, let's go
+
+[Hook]
+Hold up shhh wait, I think I hear the cops
+Whoa, it's time to close down shop
+Hold up shhh wait, I think I hear the cops
+You hear them tires, when the block get hot
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+I'm straight off the plane, on my way to the block
+Instead of a Matchbox, I got a neck full of rocks
+A gold Bentley watch, with three karats on top
+You know I got eight clovers, with three in the shop
+Nigga I'm straight from the gutter, too fresh to stutter
+In my hood you rap, play ball or hustle
+And if you living with your mother, and you over 18
+That's a god damn shame, if you know what I mean
+I'm still down with Will-Lean, cause he kept it one hundred
+That's why, he got a welcome back piece on his stomach
+My chinchilla been iller, cause I cut the sleeves
+And most niggas get X'd out, because of greed
+I'm top five dead or alive, I need my props
+Left Miami in my plane, I had to leave my yacht
+And I try my best, to figure y'all people out
+But niggas hate it cause I made it, and I'm sitting on top
+I use to run from the cops, four years ago
+A hardheaded young kid, stealing vehicles
+My best friend got shot, and my uncle got popped
+The FEDs caught his ass, coming out of Little Rock
+I pack a lil' Glock, a deuce-deuce in my socks
+When y'all gon realize, I got the streets on lock
+And my new Caprice drop, plus I got a L-Dog
+Nigga this is how I'm living, I ain't gotta tell y'all
+I'm about my mail dog, they told me I would fail y'all
+I'm a hustler, I ain't gotta use a fucking scale dog
+I'm about my mail y'all, they told me I would fail y'all
+I'm a hustler, I ain't gotta use a fucking scale dog
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+Niggas respect me in my hood, cause I don't kiss no ass
+I got my license for my gun, cause I ain't miss no class
+Brr-ack now get back, before this 4-5 kick back
+What happened to that tough talk, where your click at
+I be in Harlem, with Jim and Cam
+Or you can catch me in the Bronx, with Macho hoe
+Or Fat Joe prick, you know I roll with them guards
+We take niggas off the streets, and give 'em jobs
+And most rappers play hard, until they take a bullet
+Anybody can get shot, it take a man to pull it
+So what you proving, not a god damn thang
+I peep your game, you just want fame off my name
+But your plan back fired, cause I run the streets
+We the new N.W.A. man, fuck the police
+You better listen close nigga, cause I made this beat
+I just shitted on you niggas, cause I ate the beef
+Get it, a fresh fitted with a button up shirt
+I just add a little water, to fluffen my work
+I got love for the streets, and they love me back
+Cause everytime I get back, we all go get tats
+And we all getting fat, cause I share the wealth
+And I got the number one album, on the shelf
+And we all getting fat, cause I share the wealth
+I got the number one album, on the fucking shelf
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Z-Ro]
+24 hours a day, the po-po's pass me
+They know I'm legit, but I know they would love to harass me
+Cause I'm young and I'm having thangs, and they don't like that
+Especially when they see me rolling, in platinum Cadillacs
+Or that Intrepid on 83's, with music in back of that
+When I'm drug dealing I hit the hood, and transact in the back of that
+But I be peeping over my shoulders, and watching my back
+Cause now police will ride in bicycles in the hood, hide the strap homie
+And you can't ride, if you got pockets full of crack homie
+I'm not capping, but I don't play with my freedom like that homie
+You know the word cop, mean Coward On Patrol
+Back in school they were the ones that never fought back, they ran and told
+Now they got the right, to pack a pistol and shit
+That's why they pull up on the block, fucking with niggas and shit
+I even had to tint my windows, cause they kept on trying to peep in
+I know they'd love to catch me smoking, and lock me up for the weekend
+
+[Trae]
+I guess they figured they could do us, but now we got problems
+My niggas specialize in murders, where it ain't no solving
+Equipped with the gat away skills, from posting up on the block
+Where these fiends be all around you, like roaches up on the block
+Never protecting but they serve, collecting they change
+From marijuana to X pills, drank hard to caine
+But still they incarcerate, my niggas for half a dollar
+And these snitches working with em, so I ain't got time to holler
+Ain't no talking on my phone, unless you in A.B.N
+Other than that you got the wrong number, cause I don't know no friends
+But anyway what's the bidness, you riding behind a G
+Suck my dick and get to worsing and slice the fuck off of me
+
+[Hook]
+**************************************************
+Make Mama Proud(talking)
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+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
+
+(Chorus - 2x)
+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
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+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
+
+(Chorus)
+
+(*ad-libs*)
+**************************************************
+Burbans & Lacs[Lil' Flip]
+Rest in peace Big Mello, we gon miss you nigga
+Man I done lost so many homies, I need tissue nigga
+Taking million dolla pictures, me and all of my niggas
+In three years, I plan to have stacks like Jigga
+Aw naw hell naw man, y'all done up and done it
+We chiefing like everyday, smoking bluebonic chronic
+I did it I done it, this rap beef you know who won it
+I'm five million worldwide, I got mo' money
+Europe paid me eighty G's, for a hour show
+And any nigga would be a damn fool, not to go
+You rap about Amsterdam nigga, I really been
+And over there, you could get ten blunts for ten
+I smoke over and over again, God forgive me
+Cause I'm a young thug, with tattoos in my skin
+Four hundred thousand dolla Benz, with my name on my rims
+And when I pull up hoes be like, I know that's him
+
+[Z-Ro]
+Sometime I flip in a cream Caddy, sometime I flip in a Fleetwood
+You know the one with the platinum skin and the chrome spinning shoes, that fill the feet good
+Might slide in my Dodge Intrepid, or the limousine tint over 83's and fresh meat
+Garunteed to squeeze when enemies test me, I'mma empty the clip and reload again
+Ain't got no gal ain't got no friends, only thing I give a damn about is my ends
+I wish Screw-Zoo was alive, so I could watch him make another Dub again
+I'm mad at the world fuck love again, cause my so called partnas think I'm capping
+Bitch I've earned the right to live the good life, y'all know how long I've been rapping
+
+[Hook - 2x]
+We ride Burbans and Lacs, black yellow or blue
+That's the only way we ride, chopping blades like Screw
+I'm the King of the Clover, Z-Ro the Mo City Don
+And all we do is get money, (where I'm from)
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+You know, I'm thinking of a master plan
+I got chrome fans, on my promotional van
+I'm the new Liberraci, look at how this shit got me
+I fuck with D-Block, and the Dip Set posse
+My spinners don't stop, y'all rappers don't shop
+Cause your jeweler told me, you be wearing fake rocks
+And if I catch you in my hood homie, you can't leave
+Cause I do niggas like Fabolous, man they can't breathe
+I got a trick up my sleeve, don't ever pick up my weed
+And I don't tell my hoes bye, I fuck 'em get up and leave
+And when I pass by the laws, I gotta switch up my speed
+Cause my spider on the highway, doing 153
+
+[Hook - 2x]
+
+[Z-Ro]
+Every morning I wake up, and give my praises to God
+Just for letting me see another sunrise, cause sometime making it through the night is hard
+Living in a place where cheering kills, cheering and police be the civilian
+Lord I've been calling you so long, I wonder if you even hear me
+Even though I can call a whole heep a burdans, I know there's a bunch of blessings as well
+I remember when I had to sleep on benches, straight rob motherfuckers and leap over fences
+In a single bound, I wish my mama could see me now
+Ain't no detectives trying to see me now, with no rival gangs trying to beat me down
+It's MTV and BET now, and ain't no mo' regular weed ain't nothing but the best herb
+With a grandaddy size cup of codiene, straight eight over ice nigga yes sir
+I'm leaning like I need a V8, representing for the 3rd Coast
+Look respect the South, and we gon see straight see straight
+
+[Hook - 2x]
+**************************************************
+We Go Make It Out da Hood[Chorus: Big Shasta] - 2x
+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] - 2x
+
+[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] - 2x
+
+[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] - 2x
+**************************************************
+Ain’t No Nigga[Chorus: Lil' Flip + DB]
+Ain't no nigga like a H-town nigga
+Cause the rest of ya'll niggas ain't shit(ain't shit)
+Ain't no nigga like a Mississippi nigga
+Cause the rest of ya'll niggas eat-a-dick(eat-a-dick!)
+Them niggas talkin shit(mayne fuck that bitch!)
+Them niggas talkin shit(mayne fuck that bitch!)
+Them niggas talkin shit(mayne fuck that bitch!)
+Them niggas talkin shit(I'm a dump my clip!)
+
+[Verse 1: Lil' Flip]
+I'm takin'my (??) off I'm drinkin a cup or two
+Ya'll niggas ain't trill that's why we don't fuck with you
+Ya'll don't smoke dro, and ya'll don't drank lean
+Bananna scare face and the Underground king
+Now you hear me(Oooh!), now you feel me(Oooh!)
+Now you love it nigga we still thuggin
+My twenty-fours rubbin cause my rims are too heavy
+I got my own liquor now I can't hold the wheel steady
+'Cause I been drinkin while as the lights blinkin
+My Rolls gold shinin with the mall, black diamonds(yup)
+Me and Banner tag teaming again
+Wake ya lazy ass up you bad dreamin again
+
+[Chorus]
+
+[Verse 2: David Banner]
+I walk into the party mayne bustin and sprayin
+Bitches flyin through the air of the shit that you sayin
+If you ballin nigga bring it mayne FUCK YO CLICK!
+Once again all in David Banner, Lil' Flip
+Like a pimp, get crunk, hoe collect me some ends
+And if you trill send it out girl bring all ya friends
+We blowin swisha, Mr.Mississippi all in ya back
+When it's over you can hop yo ass right straight out the 'Lac
+Respect that-from the time of the jack it's all good
+With some leather on my seats, steering wheel all wood
+Mayne go on tell the feds like a pussy nigga should
+Yeah tick, tick, tick bitch we blowin up ya hood!
+
+[Chorus]
+
+[Verse 3]
+[Lil' Flip]
+You got Mr.Crunk-and-Mr.Layed back
+And if you hated 'Like A Pimp' bitch this the payback
+We droppin hit after hit you know they feelin us man
+You want us both for a show that's thirty-five grand(nigga)
+And we don't take checks we want the green man
+Don't make us run up with that infrared beam man
+
+[David Banner]
+Man I'm all after ya momma house, gun in yo mouth
+And I'm a try to blow ya brains out
+And remember what you niggas say about the south
+Now they want a beat, now they want a verse
+Now it's gonna hurt but you niggas caused pain
+I'm a put it in ya back with my Mississippi mac
+That's it bitch have a good day!
+It's A-to the B(???)for the niggas who couldn't bring my cash
+It's left, to the right, to the left, to the right
+When a motherfucker whippin yo ass
+
+[Chorus] - repeat to end
+**************************************************
+My Mama Used to Tell MeOoooh-oooh-oooh
+Make yoooour cash
+My mama used to tell me...
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+Let me state my name, and show my skills
+I'm Lil' Flip, and I got that deal
+But I keep it real, with my peeps
+And I hold my heat, when I'm in the streets
+But I can't stop and I won't stop, rapping till I'm dead
+Cause every single day, I got ideas in my head
+Like trippling my money, and doubling my fans
+I did shows for hundreds, but now I'm getting grands
+But I give thanks to the man, for giving me a talent
+Cause I could still be hustling, trying to feed my family
+And y'all think its a fantasy, to wanna drive a Benz
+But if you get that car, how you gon supply them ends
+And you gon want some rims, and you gon want a house
+But when rent come around, nigga why your lights out
+Now you sitting on the couch, all slouching and mad
+Cause you acting like you balling, but you really doing bad
+But trust me dog, I've been down the same road
+But what I learned, is that you can't let money control
+The way you act, the way you talk (the way you talk)
+Your attitude, and the way you walk (the way you walk)
+The way you feel, the way you think (the way you think)
+Cause everything you got, could be gone by one week
+
+[Chorus: Big Shasta]
+My mama used to tell me
+Ooooh-oooooh-ooooh
+My daddy used to tell me
+Make yooour cash
+My granny used to tell me
+Ooooh-oooooh-ooooh
+My grandpa used to tell me
+Make yooour cash
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+To whoever you are, and wherever you be
+Whether you punching a clock, or selling them ki's
+Just keep your head up, don't get fed up
+Just do what you gotta do, to keep your bread up
+And watch for your friends, who always wanna get you high
+Cause that might be the one, friend let you die
+Sometimes I cry, yeah nigga I cry
+Because half of the people I loved, they already died
+Like my cousin, I can't forget my best friend
+And my mama's mama, so everyday I'm stressing
+But I went and got a tat, for all the people I love
+And money won't change me, I'm still a educated thug
+Riding 20 inch dubs, even though I didn't want em
+But Hump paid for it so fuck it, I'ma flaunt em
+And I'm still in the hood, giving money to the kids
+But I don't want publicity, for all the shit I did
+But I did it from the heart, not to get famous
+Cause I been having paper, and it'll never change us
+And if I ain't in the hood, that mean I got a show
+That's why I stay on my grind, cause I gotta have dough
+
+[Chorus]
+**************************************************
+Say it to My Face[Lil' Flip]
+Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
+Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
+
+[Hook - Lil' Flip] (2x)
+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] (4x)
+**************************************************
+Realest Rhyming[Hook]
+Buy the car Buy the house
+Pimp the wife Pimp the spouse
+Throw the diamonds in her mouth Realest rhyming in the south
+Back to back track to track none of yall can get with that
+Lil' Flip and Slim Thug always making paper stacks
+
+(Slim Thug)
+What I want is what I'm buying thats bottom line I'm getting mine
+Bump and pine buy the bimb my fifth recline trunk flying
+I hit the strip with E and Flip with the mother ship in the 90 eclipse
+Number 1 on the grain I grip got kool-aid left in the drank I sip
+My candy drip when I buy a car we dranking when I buy the bar
+If I could i'll boxed up cause I feel like running in the double car
+Slim Thug is who I are I manaja twas with vcr not only a rapper I'm a
+Porno star in a marble spa in panama
+Needed a break so I bout my boss
+Needed a lake so I bout a house
+Needed sex so I bout a spouse
+Until this day its my biggest loss
+Cause I paid the cost to floss big whip me ESG and Lil' Flip
+Gone shine behind our lip any mic(microphone) I grip I rip
+
+[Hook]
+Buy the car Buy the house
+Pimp the wife Pimp the spouse
+Throw the diamonds in her mouth Realest rhyming in the south
+Back to Back Track to Track none of yall can get with that
+Lil' Flip and Sucka free always making paper stack
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+In my mouth diamonds glaring
+Wearing nothing but Donna Karen
+Ridin' red turning heads always keep a yellow staring
+Buy the house I buy the block
+Buy the boat I buy the dock
+Sitting sideways at IHOP watch the trunk see it go pop
+H-town players can't take loss
+Playing football like Randy Moss
+Sippin codeine will clear my cough
+Full time playa just like Big Hawk
+Make them say "ugh" like Master P
+Do the body-rock like P-A-T
+Swang and bang like E.S.G
+G's and ballers like HSE
+If I'm chillin with a girl you got to be star
+Sippin white cup it got to be the bar
+Blue black and red don't touch my car
+Screwed up click is who we are
+25 lighters like DMD
+20 inch rims on GMC
+Space age pimping like MJG
+Let the world know I'm sucka free
+Like Botany Boyz I'm just a "G"
+Living the life of luxury
+F-l-i-p is who I be
+Hittin the switch scoopy lee
+We millionaires and billionaires flying to shows to in rockets
+The money you make in a year I got that in my pocket
+
+[Hook]
+Buy the car Buy the house
+Pimp the wife Pimp the spouse
+Throw the diamonds in her mouth Realest rhyming in the south
+Back to back track to track none of yall can get with that
+Lil' Flip and sucka free always making paper stacks
+
+(E.S.G.)
+Like a teacher make a two plus let her know that I'm gon smash her
+Heard how you done James Byrd down up in Jasper
+Action prison baby its time to kill
+E.S.G. and Solo thats ten-thousand x(times) a mill(million)
+So wuz da deal all you fake snakes rider real
+Better guard your grill and keep your steel nigga get killed on the battle
+Field we poppin pill and paying bills make them make steel for the scrill
+Then cock my pump back fuck a contract and see if you gone get killed
+Sharing his skills on sex appeal how'd it feel get hit with this drill
+Catch a pill fucking with the real tell what type of weapon you ain't seal
+Cedric Hill I will reveal caught strill from here to Nashville
+Flipping good game gripping with grain 84 glass wheel
+I don't want no deal I'm a stay independent
+I don't want no deal i'll make a mill(million) a minute
+Hit the mall and spend it get bended with a top spot sparkle
+Black hard to ball regardless as I fall through Neman Markus
+They nautios and cautios I go to war on it
+Tightest rapper from Houston since the face with the scar on it
+Those are the dirty bonnetts opponetts bet buried dead
+You should of told that it like its that com back with botany black libray
+Red oh scary fed they see the big head I'm made on the last bundle
+On a fubu mu goose puna maroo and glass jungle
+Thats for my panther and parrots block full of ice and mascara
+3 diamond stud young as thug we ain't worried marriage
+
+[Hook] 2x
+**************************************************
+Bosses Make It RainChorus:
+Ohh we make it rain in the club (Uh-huh)
+Buy out the bar (This what we do man)
+Everythang on us
+We make it rain (Everyday we make it rain)
+We make it rain (Me and gutta make it rain)
+We make it rain in the club
+Me and my niggas everyday showin love
+We make it rain
+We make it rain
+Cause that's what bosses do
+
+Verse 1:
+I used to make it rain
+But now your boy hurricane
+As matter fact my new tennis shoes hurricanes
+The all brown ones dog i keep a fresh perm
+You see shorty right thurr with the long huur
+I want her to give me a lapdance
+That ass so fat i had to grab it with both hands
+I ordered 2 bottles
+And 3000 dollars
+Fuck it i'ma spend it all like i hit the lotto (ohh we make it)
+Boss like ross
+With a 5 acre house
+With homie for 12 years
+I've been gettin it in the south
+The chain frost bite
+The bentley off white
+After i hit her man
+Shawty can't walk right
+They all know me on a first name basis
+I'm at the blue flame with 12 briefcases
+And for these hundreds
+These hoes will do the matrix
+I love the strip clubs
+Where they get butt naked
+
+Chorus:
+Ohh we make it rain in the club
+Buy out the bar
+Everythang on us
+We make it rain
+We make it rain
+Ooh we make it rain in the club
+Me and my niggas everyday showin love
+We make it rain
+We make it rain
+Cause that's what bosses do
+
+Verse 2:
+I'ma make money
+While you niggas making petty quotes
+You can make it rain
+I make it flood like a ??? boat
+Money over bitches
+Paper control my whereabouts
+Somebody different now
+I'm tryin to break that new maclarin out
+Hustle all year long
+Nothin comes in front of that
+Rap, Real Estate and work
+I can make a ton with that
+I can't fuck with you
+If our goals not common
+Sense dollars comma after comma (ohh we make it)
+Holla at my accountant
+Tell her get my taxes straight
+The country in recession
+I'm still hoppin on a jet today
+Stuntin on your bitches
+Like the motherfuckin bird man
+Roadside service
+I can bring it to your curb man
+Yeah you heard me
+I'm clean like detergent
+And lookin for a head doctor a brain surgeon
+Pay me in advance or i'm not comin
+Like Pain, Wayne and Mac Mayne
+I got money
+
+Chorus:
+Ohh we make it rain in the club
+Buy out the bar
+Everythang on us
+We make it rain
+We make it rain
+Ooh we make it rain in the club
+Me and my niggas everyday showin love
+We make it rain
+We make it rain
+Cause that's what bosses do
+
+Verse 3:
+I came in the door
+I said it before
+Bitch i make it pacman jones on the floor
+You see my ora
+To keep the bitches comin back
+I keep her sweatin
+Like she did 300 jumpin jacks
+Im known for dumpin gats
+And pumpin crack daily
+And if i don't know you
+It's F-U pay me
+I hoes crowd around me
+Like i'm the fuckin pope
+I let em lick the lollipop
+I can't tell em no
+I keep the yellow dro
+Cross brim with watermelon
+You call it gettin hit
+I call it getting cerebellum
+From D L'm funky town we make it rain
+I'm blowin chains switchin lanes
+Chevy lil wayne
+Pussy must have blended in with T-Pain
+Chopped and screwed
+All my women in my pimp house a dub
+With flip and screw
+You can't tell what's old
+Now stand back
+Cause i'ma make it rain in this ho
+
+Chorus:
+Ohh we make it rain in the club
+Buy out the bar
+Everythang on us
+We make it rain
+We make it rain
+Ooh we make it rain in the club
+Me and my niggas everyday showin love
+We make it rain
+We make it rain
+Cause that's what bosses do
+Outro:
+Well, now you know
+It's what bosses do man
+If you that nigga
+Goin to the strip club
+With 100 dollars
+You really don't need to be in that bitch
+You really need to put that money on your child support
+Becasue it's fucked up
+You ridin in a motherfuckin Benz
+And your little kid wearin thrift clothes
+You know what im sayin
+From the thrift store and shit
+That shit ain't cool my nigga (ohh we make it)
+If you a boss
+Make it motherfuckin rain
+Make it hurricane
+Make that bitch katrina
+Then make that bitch hurricane ike
+Turn off everybody lights
+I'm out
+
+Chorus (fade):
+Ohh we make it rain in the club
+Buy out the bar
+Everythang on us
+We make it rain
+We make it rain
+Ooh we make it rain in the club
+Me and my niggas everyday showin love
+We make it rain
+We make it rain
+Cause that's what bosses do
+**************************************************
+We Ain’t Playin[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 niggas-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)
+
+[Hook: 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 ho
+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 niggas Little'Flip
+
+[Hook]
+
+[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 sheriff, 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 glock 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 niggas
+But I got 50 niggas 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
+
+[Hook] - repeat to end
+**************************************************
+Lil’ FlipLIL' 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)
+**************************************************
+I Came to Bring the Pain[Intro: Man with deep voice]
+I, I came to bring the pain, pain
+I, I came to bring the pain, pain
+I, I came to bring the pain, pain
+I, I came to bring the pain, pain
+I came to..
+I, I came to bring the pain (grrr!) (grrr!)
+I came to, I, I came to
+I came to, I came to
+
+[Hook: Lil' Flip, Tity Boi, Static]
+
+[Lil' Flip] I came to bring the pain nigga!
+[Static] And I came to bust them things nigga
+[Lil' Flip] The night'll rearrange your frame nigga
+[Lil' Flip] You scared nigga!
+[Static] You scared nigga!
+[Lil' Flip] One more time
+[Lil' Flip] I came to bring the pain nigga!
+[Tity Boi] And I came to change the game nigga
+[Lil' Flip] The night'll rearrange your frame nigga
+[Lil' Flip] You scared nigga!
+[Tity Boi] You scared nigga!
+[Lil' Flip] Oh oh!
+
+[Verse 1: Lil' Flip]
+Get out my face, get out my face! (you is a ho ho)
+You talk behind my back, back (but I know know)
+I pack a 4-4 (and I bust bust)
+And I ain't leaving this mess (in hand cuffs cuffs)
+You better put your hands up (what?)
+Get them little budget then wrap your fans up but you still won't catch up
+Cause I'm connected on the East (East), I'm connected on the West (West)
+I ain't saying I'm the best (best) but I feel like I'm blessed (blessed)
+I got thirty on my neck (neck) and twenty in my mouth (mouth)
+But if I feel disrespected, I'm a call your ass out
+They gone haul your ass out now you crying like a bitch
+I told you not to fuck with the Screwed Up Clique
+
+[Hook: Lil' Flip, Tity Boi, Static]
+
+[Verse 2: Tity Boi]
+Bring the pain, hard core, selling cane
+Sun, snow, water, rain
+Shorty I will flip this stuff until the task force came
+Tried to rearrange the game, tried to bang, I suck at slanging
+New slang I had to switch it up, wrap a pimp cursing on the track
+The mack will leave you on your back, strap will leave you with a gap
+Stop smiling! - glances you see visions of the past
+You see niggas with masks, up in cars with no tags
+When we balling! - I'm from the apartments, started with all of it
+Different day same clip, so close I can't miss
+Tity, Flip, Ludacris, got bricks, roosters, chicks
+Snatching bread then we dip, it's South Side - represent!
+
+[Verse 3: Ludacris]
+Now the clique is called D.T.P. so get your crew right
+We peer pressure fools, even +Dudley+ don't +Do-Right+
+So go on your city, it's a South rebellion
+We putting "foots" in your asses, how we speak Australian?
+I'm trained in the art of whoop ass, check my accolades
+Got a knife and I'm giving out free after shaves
+Plus a new acting gig, take a look at the CLIP!
+It's called one up in the chamber and four on the HIP!
+I snatch your girls in the club and use them as throat throttles
+Then you'll get hit with fifteen mini Moe bottles
+Got Glocks for your stocks and that thing for your chain
+And uh, mutual guns for your mutual funds main!
+
+[Hook: Lil' Flip, Tity Boi, Static]
+
+[Outro: Man with deep voice]
+I came to
+I, I came to bring the pain
+I came to
+I, I came to
+I came to
+I came to bring the pain
+I, I came to bring the pain
+**************************************************
+I Get Money[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}
+**************************************************
+RepresentYeah, What (repeat 7x)
+
+Lil' Flip, David Banner, Three Six Mafia
+Houston Texas, Mississippi, Memphis Tenn. what?
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+They told me I can't talk about ice no more
+But they ain't tell me I can't start another fight no more
+I get it crunk in the club, niggas get drunk in the club
+When I perform me a ho, niggas get jumped in the club
+But I'm used to that shit, so it ain't no need to run
+And just because you gotta gun don't mean that's the only one
+So if you came here to chill nigga, just chill and shit
+Cuz you ain't gotta act like that I know you feelin' this shit
+I bet, I bet I could hit with Juicy, Paul and Banner
+I gotta holla at peaches, when I hit Atlanta
+Cuz I'm fresh and I'm clean, with baugettes in my ring
+I got my name on my jersey like I play with the team
+I'mma H-Town nigga and we bang (SCREW TAPES!)
+And them FEDS kick in yo door you about to (LOSE WEIGHT!)
+So just take it like a man, don't snitch on ya man
+It's Lil' Flip, representin' Clova Land
+
+[Hook 1: Lil' Flip]
+I'm reppin' H-Town till the day that I die
+If you look me in the eyes you could tell I'm high
+Yeah you could talk that talk, but you can't walk that walk
+Cuz when it's time to ride nigga, I won't get caught
+(repeat)
+
+[David Banner]
+I'm from the J the A the C to the K..Town, Mississippi bitch
+And boy we'll blow off ya face
+Like Nicholas Cage, the way that I feel is trill
+Fuck a dollar bill, I live for the slaves that got killed
+From the white sheets walkin', snitch nigga talkin'
+Dump him in the ditch and let them dogs start barkin'
+Like WOOF!, nigga stop beggin' me please
+How you gon' walk and talk shit if I blow off yo knees
+I'll have ya walkin' like a parrott do, stick foot pussy you
+The boys play the law, so I'll kill them holla maker's too
+I'm D.B.C., from the home of the G's
+And the V.L.'s, bustin' 17 in ya C-L..K
+Ya body done got carried away
+Mississippi til' I die bitch so have a nice day
+Or a long ass night nigga
+Yeah yo death is settin' in muthafucka ain't no need for you to fight nigga
+
+[Hook 2: David Banner]
+Throw yo sets up nigga, and raise em' real high
+David Banner in this bitch, Mississippi til' I die
+(repeat 4x)
+
+[DJ Paul]
+Now I'mma M-Town reppa, like no other
+Mask on my face cause I ride undercover
+I'mma mean-mugga, a nigga ho up from the show up
+And stick the barrell down ya throat until you start to throw up
+When I roll up, it is a hold up
+Ain't nothin' funny don't breathe
+Cause all I wanna hear is ching-ching
+Like casino slots, or this hot Glock
+Get cocked, leave a nigga shot in the parkin' lot
+For his stash spot
+
+[Juicy J]
+No more gangstas in this bitch (this bitch)
+With the tech's with the extra clip (extra clips)
+And you know that we runnin' this thang (this thang)
+Nigga step, I'mma let my nuts hang (nuts hang)
+You can get yo ass shot popped, put off in a head-lock
+Knock til' you see some knots, hit em' with the phop-phop
+Shot yeah you boys in shock, just the way the fish dropped
+Memphis, Tenn. in this bitch thought you knew we don't stop
+
+[Hook 3: DJ Paul]
+We some M-Town niggas and we gonna turn it out
+Memphis, Tenn. in this muthafucka ho, shut ya mouth
+(repeat 4x)
+**************************************************
+We Ain’t Scared (Remix)(*talking*)
+Yeah, Lil' Flip, I'm one deep this time
+We ain't scared man, how many times I gotta
+Tell you niggas we ain't scared, yeah
+We keeping it gangsta (gangsta) believe that
+(believe that) popping collars (popping) you know
+(you know) yeah (yeah)...
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+Look I ain't scared of no nigga, I ain't scared of no hoe
+I come to my show, and knock you out on the front row
+You on the flo', cops coming
+Lil' Flip is standing here, I'm not running
+I'm a man nigga, I need ten grand nigga
+If you want my verse, put it in my hand nigga
+Got a Benz that's blue, got a tan Range Rover
+And I like my c.d., to change over
+I push Benzes, on 20 inch Lorenzes
+Never get out my money, and I never will spend it
+I save some, put a little away
+Yeah it's a sunny day, but what about the rainy days
+Cause when it's a rainy day, I gotta have that re-up
+Money my nigga, cause I need my money
+It ain't funny, it ain't a joke, it ain't no game
+If you play with my change, I put some change on your brain
+You feel me mayn, you feel my pain, I need mine
+Before I sign a contract, I gotta read mine
+I'm just a young nigga, can't be a dumb nigga
+I'm so thoed I got game nigga, I can fuck a nun nigga
+I'm Lil' Flip, and the game is perfected
+I'm the referee, your ass just got ejected
+I'm the President, you know my residence
+I graduated '99, so I'm intelligent
+I got a Navigator, I got a calculator
+I know these niggas know, I got that crib with elevators
+Spiral chairs, and big ole maze
+I got a big Excursion, on big ole Blaze
+We chop chop hoes bop bop, back in the days
+Niggas use to break dance, and pop lock
+Now we play hop scotch, but if you play with my money
+My nigga, I come and spray or pop blocks
+Break niggas take niggas, look for the fake niggas
+Step on it so fast, he a cake nigga
+A weak nigga, a freak nigga
+I got them books, you can call me a geek nigga
+Cause I'm a hustla, balla, gangsta, dope dealer
+20 inch Sprewells, riding on my 4 wheeler
+Just went to Mobilia, just to get mo' scrilla
+I got my money, I don't depend on no nigga
+Cause if I don't work, then I don't eat
+Yeah I graduate, sometimes a nigga had to cheat
+I cheated on my hoes, cheated on my tests
+But I'm the pimp nigga, I must confess
+So pay attention, when I spit my rhymes
+Cause Lil' Flip, I'm always shining
+Always grinding, time I was telling
+Nigga my pockets swelling
+
+[Yung Redd]
+They wanna see something new, well nigga stay tuned
+I cruise through, in a all blue H2
+Them rims big, so I'm sitting on them shag shoes
+The white kids, say the black dude is that cool
+I'm such a fool, I should open up a school
+And teach some of these dudes, how to ride 22's
+Try to figure me out, but you don't have a clue
+Just follow my lead, y'all do as I do
+Yeah I'm still in your hood, like run down houses
+From the burbs to the projects, we got em bouncing
+Pass the swisha, I'm with my nigga Flippa
+My truck sit higher than heels, on a stripper
+You got a heater, better keep it with you
+It's fucked up, blind niggas can't peep the picture
+Plus the fo' fever, guaranteed to leave you
+Flat on the pavement, taking your last breather
+
+(*talking*)
+Yeah, I had to do that for my niggas
+Know I'm saying, everybody
+Off the dome, off the brain
+I'm all known like a pen to the pad nigga, yeah
+**************************************************
+Real Niggas[Lil' Flip]
+Lord have mercy Jesus Christ
+I know I'm doin' wrong but I'm tryna do right
+I hustle day to day and night to night
+Cause I'm tryna get paid awright
+Y'all don't know about my rap wars
+Alotta rappers use my name
+Just so they can have the stores off the chain
+But ain't nobody feelin' that shit
+You on ya fifth tape nigga where's ya hit
+No skits on my shit I got shit that's heated
+Everytime I do shit you know shit be complete
+It ain't no half steppin' my name ain't Daddy Kane
+But I'ma hop out the Jag wid a big daddy chain
+Iced out yellow rocks in the middle
+Colourful rainbows is lookin' like skittles
+I scratch and I scribble in my notepad when I'm feelin' mad
+Cause now I'm doin' good I used to be doin' bad
+I used to have go half on my lunch money
+Now I got a money machine that help me count my money
+I'm ballin' for real, platinum all in my grill
+We turned 'em down but they still callin' for real
+
+[Will Lean]
+Yeh, say, I don't need your money
+On the block niggas still got weed and money
+Stash pot, sold bricks ducked in a car
+In the kitchen I'm still touchin' it raw
+On the highway I'm still buckin' the law
+Fuck that I'll never be duckin' the law
+I'm takin' shots ain't goin' back to jail
+I'm a pimp, I can't be trapped in a cell
+I'm eatin' shrimp, but I'm still makin' this mil
+From H-Town, straight to A-T-L
+We gettin' this money, we spittin' this money
+And if you run up wrong then we splittin' these dummies
+I'm takin' shots, a nigga goin' all out
+And if I hit ya house I'm takin' a fuckin' wall out
+You better back back, you better back up
+Before I make this fuckin' mack act up
+And take ya dome out, nigga
+I'm comin' wid the chrome boss, trigga
+I'm from the town where niggas make ya lay it down
+Come up, and rob ya for ya ki's and pounds
+
+Last real niggas alive
+Clover G's, you ain't fuckin wid me
+**************************************************
+Realest Rhymin’(Chorus)
+Buy the car Buy the house
+Pimp the wife Pimp the spouse
+Throw the diamonds in her mouth Realest rhyming in the south
+Back to back track to track none of yall can get with that
+Lil' Flip and Slim Thug always making paper stacks
+
+(Slim Thug)
+What I want is what I'm buying thats bottom line I'm getting mine
+Bump and pine buy the bimb my fifth recline trunk flying
+I hit the strip with E and Flip with the mother ship in the 90 eclipse
+Number 1 on the grain I grip got kool-aid left in the drank I sip
+My candy drip when I buy a car we dranking when I buy the bar
+If I could i'll boxed up cause I feel like running in the double car
+Slim Thug is who I are I manaja twas with vcr not only a rapper I'm a
+Porno star in a marble spa in panama
+Needed a break so I bout my boss
+Needed a lake so I bout a house
+Needed sex so I bout a spouse
+Until this day its my biggest loss
+Cause I paid the cost to floss big whip me ESG and Lil' Flip
+Gone shine behind our lip any mic(microphone) I grip I rip
+
+(Chorus)
+Buy the car Buy the house
+Pimp the wife Pimp the spouse
+Throw the diamonds in her mouth Realest rhyming in the south
+Back to Back Track to Track none of yall can get with that
+Lil' Flip and Sucka free always making paper stack
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+In my mouth diamonds glaring
+Wearing nothing but Donna Karen
+Riden red turning heads always keep a yellow staring
+Buy the house I buy the block
+Buy the boat I buy the dock
+Sitting sideways at ihop watch the trunk see it go pop
+H-town players can't take loss
+Playing football like Randy moss
+Sippin codeine will clear my cough
+Full time playa just like Big Hawk
+Make them say "ugh" like Master P
+Do the body like P-A-T
+Swang and bang like E.S.G
+G's and ballers like HSE
+If I'm chillin with a girl you got to be star
+Sippin white cup it got to be the bar
+Blue black and red don't touch my car
+Screwed up click is who we are
+25 lighters like DMD
+20 inch rims on GMC
+Space age pimping like MJG
+Let the world know I'm sucka free
+Like botany boys I'm just a "g"
+Living the life of luxary
+F-l-i-p is who I be
+Hittin the switch scoopy lee
+We millionaires and billionaires flying to shows to in rockets
+The money you make in a year I got that in my pocket
+
+(Chorus)
+Buy the car Buy the house
+Pimp the wife Pimp the spouse
+Throw the diamonds in her mouth Realest rhyming in the south
+Back to back track to track none of yall can get with that
+Lil' Flip and sucka free always making paper stacks
+
+(E.S.G.)
+Like a teacher make a two plus let her know that I'm gon smash her
+Heard how you done James Byrd down up in Jasper
+Action prison baby its time to kill
+E.S.G. and Solo thats ten-thousand x(times) a mill(million)
+So wuz da deal all you fake snakes rider real
+Better guard your grill and keep your steel nigga get killed on the battle
+Field we poppin pill and paying bills make them make steel for the scrill
+Then cock my pump back fuck a contract and see if you gone get killed
+Sharing his skills on sex appeal how'd it feel get hit with this drill
+Catch a pill fucking with the real tell what type of weapon you ain't seal
+Cedric Hill I will reveal caught strill from here to Nashville
+Flipping good game gripping with grain 84 glass wheel
+I don't want no deal I'm a stay independent
+I don't want no deal i'll make a mill(million) a minute
+Hit the mall and spend it get bended with a top spot sparkle
+Black hard to ball regardless as I fall through Neman Markus
+They nautios and cautios I go to war on it
+Tightest rapper from Houston since the face with the scar on it
+Those are the dirty bonnetts opponetts bet buried dead
+You should of told that it like its that com back with botany black libray
+Red oh scary fed they see the big head I'm made on the last bundle
+On a fubu mu goose puna maroo and glass jungle
+Thats for my panther and parrots block full of ice and mascara
+3 diamond stud young as thug we ain't worried marriage
+
+(Chorus) 2x
+**************************************************
+Kim kardashian[Chorus]
+Can you act a fool, do the Kim Kardashian, (x7)
+Yeh yeah, you already know!
+Look here you act a fool and do the kim kardashian
+You know these chicks right here with me, so why you keep on askin em'
+Smashing em and passing em, you know she got a body that should be in maximum, i'm international and platinum, ya dudes better catch up quick, trick, she talk slick, her body thick she shaped just like a bumble bee, you say you wanna show for me, but 45 to summer field, i'ma be where drama be, hosting rolling tumble weed, when i saw this chick in front of me, if i wink my eye she come with me, ladies night, mercedes white, with suede on the floor mats, my jewelry photogenic, now let me pose for this kodak, you bad and you know that, the cash i'm a ball that, hate me god damn, i wonder how your chains hold up
+
+[Chorus]
+My nikes on, my bikes chrome, she in the club trying to show her little white thong, deep dish rims clean like a dishwasher, i love it when she call me gates, word to big poppa, i roll with big mobsters, we controlling the game, you in love with her body, i'm controlling the brain, she keep the louie purse and a coogi shirt, she ain't a lazy chick, she down to go to work, she in shape like a trainer, suckers fiending to bang her, she wear juicy couture, won't fit in her wranglers, plus she drive a big …, just like Kim K, you tried to holler she tell you some shit like no comprende
+
+[Chorus]
+You a bad bad chick, put your hands in the air
+Hands in the air, put your hands in the air x2
+If you pay your own bills, put your hands in the air
+Hands in the air, put your hands in the air (x2)
+Yeah
+**************************************************
+Texas Boyz (Screwed)(Lil' Flip)
+Howdy partners, welcome to Houston, Texas
+The home of the candy paint, the Houston Oilers
+Whoops their gone, and suckafree
+Goddamnit, 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
+
+Verse 1 (Redd)
+
+Now what you know about hustlers bumrushing the club doors
+Sneaking in with a snub nose and extra drug hoes
+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 redbones
+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
+
+(Chorus)
+
+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...Shhhh, boy shut your mouth
+
+Verse 2 (Lil' Flip)
+
+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 niggas in suckafree
+We got Prowlers, Impalas, and Lex bubble jeeps
+What you know about, club connections
+Or fightin' a case for drug possesion
+What you know about the screwed up click
+I got niggas mad at me cause I blew up quick
+What u know about rolex invisible set
+I got on a big chain, but I got a little neck
+
+(Repeat Chorus)
+**************************************************
+U See It[Intro: Lil' Flip]
+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
+
+[Verse 1: Lil' Flip]
+I pulled up in a 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 from 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)
+
+[Hook: Chamillionaire & (Lil' Flip)]
+Nothing less than 20 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 tent (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
+
+[Verse 2: Lil' Flip]
+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)
+
+[Hook: Chamillionaire & (Lil' Flip)]
+Nothing less than 20 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 tent (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
+
+[Verse 3: Chamillionaire & Lil' Flip]
+I pump my breaks, my rims keep 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 Nas, 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, its never hitting (you see it)
+I got some millions, but I'm still on a mission (you see it)
+Chamillionaire 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 the 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
+Bitch, you can see it
+
+[Hook: Chamillionaire & (Lil' Flip)]
+Nothing less than 20 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 tent (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
+
+[Outro: Lil' Flip]
+You see it
+You see it
+You see it
+You see it
+**************************************************
+Let My Hair Blow(*talking*)
+Yeah fa sho (whoa), it's Lil' Rizzie Rizzie Ron
+(you ain't know) I'ma let my hair blizzie blizzie blow
+(blizzie blizzie blow) nigga, uh yeah uh, what
+
+[Hook]
+I let my drop top down, to let my hair blow
+No time for playing around, I gotta have dough
+I love green, boss paper and leaves
+Addicted to making g's, my nigga that's just me
+
+[Lil' Ron]
+It's sunny outside, pull a drop out on Sunday
+My car model chrome, while it's going down the one way
+You push them Hundai's, but I'm in a old school classic
+And when I cruise the city, dog I hold up the traffic
+Now there you have it, I build my status
+When you start choking that blunt, please pass it
+Hundreds I'm flashing, so you can know that I'm not broke
+You maybe got a little change, but I got a lot mo'
+And I'm dressed in Gucci, plus I'm rocking ice
+And what I paid for my chain, I could of bought your life
+I keep my shit tight, best believe I'm on no
+And that drank, got a nigga moving in slow mo'
+I might approach your gal, and make her drop her panties
+When I get through, I'm on the first flight to Miami
+I know you can't stand me, but I don't give a damn
+And I always remember, Lil' Ron is who the fuck I am
+
+[Hook - 2x]
+
+[Lil' Ron]
+It's all gravy baby, in a gray Mercedes
+Hollin' at your lady, trust me I do that daily
+See I'm keeping it gangsta, and I'm quick to shank you
+Plus the Franklin's in my pockets, got my shorts to my ankles
+No thank you, cause Lil' Ron don't deal with marks
+I'd rather chill up in my mansion, and get endo sparked
+I press a button and start, the 6-4 Cheve
+My tires mad at my rims, they say they too heavy
+I'm bout my feddy, please recognize and realize
+I'm 5'2, but my main bitch, 6'5
+With green eyes, and some thick yellow thighs
+And everywhere she go, you know she gotta stay fly
+But me dog, I'm a fool with it
+You get a check for two hundred, and you cool with it
+See I need five digits, I'm addicted to g's
+Love that green paper, and them sticky green leaves
+Know what I mean
+
+[Hook - 2x]
+
+[Verse 3]
+Now I might hit the park, rolling in a Benzo
+Can't see me cause I'm in a solo
+Lil' Ron blowing hydro endo smoke
+Pockets sitting fatter than fat Albert, cause we gotta have it
+Hey Hey Hey, Hey Hey nigga we bout it
+Bout making money, bout flipping honeys
+Bout making sure, or life grow something
+See the girls in the club, make 'em twerk something
+Still a thug with em, I'ma have to hurt something
+
+(*talking*)
+Ha ha (huh), that's how we do it
+We laying all you fake bustas down
+Feel me, feel me
+**************************************************
+So Fresh So CleanHa, Freestyle King
+Screwed Up Click, nigga..
+
+[Hook: Shasta - 2x]
+Can't nobody, flow like me
+I'm just a fresh MC (the Freestyle King-King)
+Can't nobody, outshine me
+My piece bling-blind, they bling (the Freestyle King-King)
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+I did a song with H.A.W.K., I think that nigga called it Oh Yeah
+I'm wearing platinum jewelry, and my tape ain't even gold yet
+You know where my shows at, just keep your ears open
+And if you driving please don't get caught, with your beers open
+Like Dr. Dre I'm still smoking, cause all I blow is dro
+We the type of niggas, that smoke on the way to see our P.O
+Got a partna named C-Note, with a brother named Duke
+We got hoes in every state, that like to blow us like a flute
+Everybody know I flip, everybody know I sip
+All I blow is hydro weed, Lil' Flip don't fuck with dip
+Wrote a movie wrote the script, I'm a million dollar star
+And everytime you see me, I'm with a yellow star what
+
+[Hook - 2x]
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+And when Screw gave me the plack, niggas really hated that
+But that can't be changed, playboy that's that
+Like Fat Pat I'm so throwed, just look at my charms
+Stop that shit is what they say, when they look at my arm
+I'm iced out bopping hoes, saying where you get it
+I just smile and lie, somewhere over there in Missouri City
+But you know I got Johnny, working at the Flea Market
+You ain't heard of Johnny, what the fuck are you retarded
+He keep me looking good, from my wrist to my pinkie
+Hoes can't see me, cause they always be blinking
+While I'm thinking, how the fuck I'ma get under her dress
+I'm the Freestyle King, nigga how you love that
+
+[Hook - 2x]
+**************************************************
+We Got ItWhoooaaaaa
+I'm the streets
+What you know 'bout it?
+We got what you need man
+
+[Hook]
+You want that cocaine?
+We got it
+You want that heroin?
+We got it
+Cause I'm a thug
+T-H-U-G
+Cause I'm a thug
+T-H-U-G
+Look I'm a thug
+T-H-U-G
+I said all of the above
+
+
+[Verse]
+I'm spectacular, I bite your neck like dracula
+I'm flippin' in my Acura
+Cause Flip still a bachelor
+I'm smokin' on tarantula
+Flip a key just like the spatula
+Got a bitch by the name of Pamela
+Wit a cousin named Tamara
+She posin' for my camera
+Cause she know a nigga a star
+She know I'm the type to buy the club
+Nigga fuck tryin' to buy the fuckin' bar
+That's who we are, aye
+In the streets niggas act like they your friend but them nigga is your enemy
+They just come around to smoke your weed and drink your hennesy (I ain't no hoe)
+I ain't never been a nigga that would run from a muthafuckin' fight
+I'm the nigga that run to the fight
+I'm the nigga wit the muthafuckin' calico cocked wit a light
+One to the head, one to the back
+Kill a nigga just like that over one stack
+Cause my niggas gangstas ya niggas wankstas and we'll kill 'em, thank you
+I don't give a damn 'bout you or ya muthafuckin' crew
+Tell me what you what the fuck you wanna do
+If the nigga wanna box we'll box
+After that we box and put ya niggas in a muthafuckin' box
+I been callin' the shots
+A lot of niggas get in the game and get a lil' fame
+Sell a couple of ringtones think they bosses
+Tell a nigga to come to my hood and my niggas take they crosses
+Whatyouknow 'bout comin' up in the hood sellin' keys tryin' to get out
+Whatyouknow 'bout try to rob another nigga just come it's a muthafuckin' drop
+Yeah nigga I live it, yeah nigga whatever I say is real
+I don't just make words rhyme
+Muthafucka I was really sellin' that
+Really sellin' them nine's, sellin' them blocks, sellin' them k's
+Gotta get the block, gotta move a mill, gotta move 'em out
+Gotta watch out for the muthafuckin' cops
+Undercovers will get ya, put ya behind a cell like in jail can't get no mail
+Gotta put ya bitch on the ground
+But she can't watch the muthafuckin' trap all the time (damn)
+So what you gon' do hustler? You a king pin
+How much cocaine nigga you bring in?
+I hear ya records and ya records sound real nice
+Except I'm not you nigga, I don't write
+I'm on some other shit, some shit you ain't known
+I spit metaphors, I spit homophones
+Embedded chromosomes, check my DNA
+I'm always winnin' first place in a relay
+I'm a marathon runner, nigga you a sprinter
+I'm a green label Bentley dropper you a rental
+I'm a sinner, I sin again but I repented
+Sin after I do it, cause I went through it
+I'm true to it, the streets, fuck the beef
+Cause if I'm still walkin' around nigga it ain't no beef
+Go to police, but nigga they can't help ya
+Cause just like some muthafuckin' wax the K will melt ya
+Put ya kids in a shelter cause daddy was a dickhead
+All you had to do was come on time wit Lil' Flip's bread
+But when these niggas play wit me, I don't lose my temper
+I use my pistol, then spit on instrumentals
+It's critical, I'm the type of nigga that'll get at you
+Get rid of you, hell yeah nigga now you miserable
+Will kill 'til you lose, he don't pay no dues
+If you play by the rules, homeboy them keys will get move
+But if you hate on a nigga like me cause a nigga like me I got respect
+Cause a nigga like me in a G-5 jet, hand on my muthafuckin' 'tec
+Reppin' my set, Cloverland
+Ain't no holdin' hands cause I'm a muthafuckin' pimp
+Still eat shrimp, still get head from ya bitch on the first attempt
+Never been a wimp, always been a fighter
+Gimme the lighter cause I got the fire
+These hoe ass producers in the game never wanna sign work for hires
+Grab the plyers, got pullin' they teeth
+Grab the plyers, got pullin' they piece
+Gotta let a nigga know don't play wit Flip, cause he a muthafuckin' don fo' sure
+Oh no you ain't know hoe, I got niggas in 3rd Ward that'll put a pistol to ya
+I got niggas in Iraq that'll send a missile to ya
+Real ass nigga I'm a trill ass nigga don't play no games wit lames
+Got a whole bunch of money got a whole bunch of change I can put a lil' on ya brain
+For a stack, I can get ya whacked
+For two I can get two
+For three I can get the whole family we'll spray at ya randomly
+It's a casualty, yeah nigga don't battle me
+Cause a nigga gettin' money like Master P
+I rather be livin' so lavishly, I got ya bitch home back wit me
+On my jet ski, Wayne Gretzky say he got ice
+Lil' Flip got a whole bunch of ice, got a whole bunch of Nikes
+Got a whole bunch of hoes yeah a whole bunch of dykes nigga you can get one
+Gimme a g, gimme a beat, I'll show ya how to have some fun
+I'll show ya how to bust a gun, I'll show ya how to turn from a soldier to a don
+Don Ron these niggas hate us, they hate to congratulate
+These niggas get behind ya and hate, well they rather late
+Cause my success has been happening for 12 years
+Almost 13, close the curtains
+I'm in that Maybach, that shit ya always see
+That shit ya never had, I'm in there blowin' weed
+It came wit a refrigerator, I'm watchin' "The Terminator"
+That nigga the governor, haaaa, nigga I'm lovin' the
+Hustle the way that I grind, I can get on any plane
+I can spit a freestyle and leave it on any grain
+Anybody complains that means they ain't a grinder
+You can put up your rolex my breitling watch it blind ya
+25 karats on my muthafuckin' grill
+Yes I pay the cost to be the boss
+You see the cross, nigga it's all frost
+Where you been nigga? I'm number 1
+Cloverland southside of H-Town that's where I'm comin' from
+Still pack my 'tomic gun, still packin' the calico
+Still go to war for my niggas just like we at the Alamo, ploooww!
+Hit the ground you see me bussin'
+Nigga cause when I'm comin' repercussions ain't nothin'
+I, empty the drum
+I'll, empty in one
+2 to his face, murder was the case
+Leave the cops on the high speed chase, I'm a getaway
+Cause I got 'Diplomatic Immunity' just like Jim and Cam', and Juelz
+Oh yeah you see my je-wels? Haha
+I made the song 'Spinners'
+So I, got to ride the ride on chrome spinners
+Play wit me now, cause I got the fuckin' cake wit me now
+Yessir, the baddest bitches say they wanna stay for me now
+But pray for me now, I'm hustlin' on the edge
+One slip, and I can get caught up by the feds
+For one flip, I can get make a whole lotta bread
+I ridin' for Gudda and the Dream Team until I'm dead
+
+[Hook]
+**************************************************
+I’m a G[Talking]
+Gyeah(I'm A G)I don't know about you
+Look I don't know about you*repeat 2x*
+Gyeah, It's Flip Gates...my nigga Noble
+Clover G's, H-Town...Southside
+
+[Verse 1-Lil' Flip]
+Ay Look I'm A G and that's the family tradition
+Fuck bein broke my nigga I'm on a mission
+I was fifteen with a bag full of dope
+While ya'll was learnin math nigga I was cookin coke
+I use to ride with my uncle, he use to make the runs
+He told me if he didn't come out to take the gun
+And call the mothafuckin house and let mama know
+I got the callico just incase the drama go
+Way too far and trust me you don't want that
+You don't want me aimin straight for ya fitted cap
+I been thru a whole bunch of shit my life time
+The cops in the hood they suppose to fight crime
+But the cops in my hood they cut side deals
+Now look at my wheels, now look at my grill
+It feel good to be a millionaire so young
+Gon'and catch twenty two as I pack fo'guns
+
+(Chorus-Lil' Flip)
+Look I'm a G-that's why I keep a Glock in my ride
+I wish Screw was alive, I wish 'Pac was alive
+To all you ringtone rappers just enjoy ya'll fame
+I bet you in a whole year they won't remember ya name
+Cause I'm a G-I never got robbed in the streets
+I'm a G-so fuck that I'm out cookin with ease
+I'm a G-I keep that Mac-90
+I'm tryna stack 90, cause I'm a G-fuck boy, I'm a G
+
+[Verse 2-Young Noble]
+They say I'm stuck in my ways and I prolly won't change
+And the way that we was raised, shit we gotta get paid
+Call us money over bitches in this scandalous age
+Like my niggas all gone-ain't nobody to save
+And look at me I grew crookedly
+Saw (?) on the block-blowin trees in like 20 degrees
+In the huddle it's a hustle don't get it confused
+I know niggas who stack dimes like Mr.Schrooge
+I know niggas who pack nines quick as they use
+This is the blues that street shit that do what it do
+You gotta watch how you move youngin, ya freedom-ya life
+You might lose somethin youngin-tryna prove somethin youngin
+You gotta be a man on ya own-no crew or nothin
+Niggas pop that pop but niggas ain't doin nothin
+Nob'stay humble-till you cross that line
+Cross me you gon'see you only got one time
+
+(Chorus-Lil' Flip)
+Look I'm a G-that's why I keep a Glock in my ride
+I wish Screw was alive, I wish 'Pac was alive
+To all you ringtone rappers just enjoy ya'll fame
+I bet you in a whole year they won't remember ya name
+Cause I'm a G-I never got robbed in the streets
+I'm a G-so fuck that I'm out cookin with ease
+I'm a G-I keep that Mac-90
+I'm tryna stack 90, cause I'm a G-fuck boy, I'm a G
+
+[Verse 3-Lil' Flip]
+I got respect from the Bloods, I got respect from the Crips, shit
+Everywhere I go I keep a extra clip, shit
+Cause if you slip nigga it might be over
+You heard Game Over, you seen the Range Rover
+The CD changed over, I'm jammin Noble's shit
+That Cloverland, that Botany Boy's, that Screwed Up Click, that Clover shit
+You niggas talk all that shit but you don't back it up
+And please don't get shot in the head cause they can't patch ya up
+
+[Verse 4-Young Noble]
+It's the mothafuckin movement-the truth is
+Niggas can't do it like we do this
+Nah don't compare us to ya'll
+We Outlawz from day one in the game
+Stayed true from day one in the game
+Through the love and the pain
+Nothin to gain but respect in the game
+And this shit gon'live on way after we gone
+Real niggas keep pushin along
+Real niggas keep gettin it on, sing 'em a song
+
+[Chorus Till End]
+**************************************************
+What Y’all Wanna Do(talking)
+What, what, what, what(repeat)
+The most finominal beat of all times
+Big Face entertainment, Sucka Free trick
+Flip, Banner, they hatin like a bitch
+
+
+(David Banner)
+I hear the soul of 22 dead slaves SLABbing
+I see the chrome on 22 inch rims swanging
+Comin down chop chop Mississippi til I die
+Bout, bloody body drops(we bump that screw down here)
+Gettin hot like a dog, black packs for them bitches
+Mayne we choose to ball step in the spot then (??)
+Bitch we buying the mall(nawl really?!)
+Uh yeah!bitch we buying the mall
+So get yo ass out the seller
+See we true pimps here, watch it them black tops
+Them other Mississippi pimps bitch suck my balls!
+(1, 2, 3)okay now we blowin up ain't got no diamonds
+On my wrist, but got some texts in my palm okay die!!!
+
+(Bridge)
+What these bitches want now?
+There it goes some southside shit
+Give me thirty-gs and I'll pimp on a bitch
+Like whoa!....
+
+(Chorus x2)
+What y'all wanna do, what y'all got to say
+We bump that screw down here okay!
+How you niggas actin, how you niggas roll
+You better reconize southside still holdin
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+You like yo music fast, I like my music slow
+You cut yo hair off, I let my hair grow
+You like to ride Daytons we like to ride Dubs
+You bought a barbershop I jus bought a club
+You need a engineer I got MJ
+You bought a two-way I gotta three-way
+You talk about whoa, we talk about maaan
+You do a show for $1200 we get $20 grand
+You wear Timbalands I wear Air Force Ones
+You pack 9-millemeters we back automatic guns
+You stuck yo city, we stay on the road
+You see me wearing platinum I quit wearin gold
+You ridin factory I got candy paint
+You sip Beveldere I sip on drank
+We ride on swangas but we call em' too chrome
+And everytime I do a show we buy new homes
+
+(C-Note)
+C-Note keep it hot like(??)
+Rolling 20-inches on a new (?casino?)
+Got connected wit Texas playas and a bad latino
+And you can see me steppin out of a Lamborgino
+Cause we stackin mo chips then a damn casino
+Big shots back accounts full of numbers and 0's
+And check the new driveway for the Bentleys & Beamos
+And just to know our money strech
+Just as long as a Limo....and we Screwed up
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+8 Ball, MJG, Scareface, Master P, Fat Pat,Keke
+Pokey,and Mike D, Big Moe, Botany Boys
+H-Duece, Rap Alot, UGK, Big Hawk, Lil'Troy
+Michael Watts, Godfather, Outkast
+Big Mike, Ganksta N-I-P, DJ Screw, Swisha House
+Point Blank, and Lil' Flip
+Al D, PSK, can't forget Street Military
+SPM, Lil'Switch, and Fine Dyme, and Barrbarry
+Crime Boss, ESG, what about Goodie Mob
+I can't forget about Devin man that boy go hard!
+
+(David Banner)
+We bump that screw down here okay!
+**************************************************
+Forget the Fame(Lil' Flip)
+I come from a hood where everybody standing on the corner
+What you need? some weed, speed, or some marijuana?
+You can get it right here or get it down there
+But when the laws pull up get away from 'round there
+Now niggas think a nigga started changin
+Just cause a nigga gotta platinum chain hanging
+I still got the same niggas that I'm down with
+If a nigga owe me money we gon'shoot down shit
+I use to sell work I use to sell pints
+But now I'm doing shit I got three million in the bank
+I done made alot of moves and payed alot of dues
+And if you fuck with me, you might make tonight news
+Now niggas get on TV and forget they partnas
+The ones who keep it real come to yo shows with the choppas
+The one who bring that drank, bring that weed to yo house
+Them the niggas down wit me that represent the South, uh
+
+(Chorus)
+I want the money
+I don't give a fuck about the fame
+No matter how rich I get Lil' Flip will never change
+I want the money
+I don't give a fuck about the fame
+I do this shit so my patnas don't have to slang cain
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+Now everytime I get back somebody went to jail
+But they taught us don't go to school and you will fail
+I didn't go to college but its money in my wallet
+And I just bought a Jag with zero mileage
+Now people like "Flip, you know I'm tryin to rap"
+But you was hatin on me, nigga you might get slapped
+Your telephone tapped, you got the hood hot
+Matter of fact it don't look good for you to be standin on the block
+Nigga what about the cops? They rollin and lookin
+And everybody know what you sellin and cookin
+So get yo mind right nigga stay out the streets
+You see what I did, now I play with these beats
+
+(Chorus)
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+I'm like a hundred-dollar bill I'm hard change
+And now its funny everybody ain't acting the same
+Rule one never let niggas learn your business
+Rule two never ever ever burn yo bridges
+I had niggas that was hatin smilin in my face
+Way before "Buy the Car, Buy the House", and "DiamondsNyaface"
+Now they see me in the streets like "I wanna do a song"
+Nigga yous a ho cry babies go home!
+Cause you ain't selling records don't get mad
+Cause you see me ballin hard in a drop top Jag
+When you see me at The Source just chunk up a deuce
+Cause I represent Cloverland jumpin out my Coupe
+I'm still gon' be the same nigga on the scene
+I'm still gon' be the only freestyle king......
+
+{*DJ scratches*} I'm still gon'
+{*DJ scratches*} still... still gon be the only
+('Another chop chop productions')
+{*DJ scratches*} free... {*DJ scratches*} freesty..
+{*DJ scratches*} I'm still gon' be the only free style king...
+{*DJ scratches*} only only only only fre{*mumbling*}ee style king
+{*DJ scratches*} ...free style king
+{*DJ scratches*} still gon
+{*DJ scratches*} ly freest..king.. I'm still gon
+{*DJ scratches*} I'm still gon be the only
+{*DJ scratches*} styl {*DJ scratches*} still gon be
+{*DJ scratches*} I'm still gon' be the only free
+{*DJ scratches*}
+**************************************************
+Playa 4 Life[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]
+**************************************************
+Addicted (Mary Jane)(*Talking*)
+Yeah, I wrote this song for Mary Jane
+It's only one bitch I trick my dough fo'
+Haha, a lotta y'all niggas spendin y'all money foolishly man
+Invest in that Purple Haze, that Train Wreck
+That Capiss, knawI'msayin
+It'll have you right,oh boy
+
+[Chorus] - 2x
+I be smokin on that Mary Jane
+Do you be smokin on that Mary Jane? (I wanna know)
+See I'm addicted to that Mary Jane
+Are you addicted to that Mary Jane? (I need mo')
+
+[Verse 1]
+Ay, the first time you let me hit I really wasn't with it
+Now look, I need yo' ass every minute
+I wake up early, fiendin for a big blunt
+Plus tonight, I got a show in Romant
+I know you heard about the Dirty, we so crunk
+Gimme a swisher fill it up, with Super Skunk
+That Hash Flynt got me swervin when I drive
+Even when my money low I find a way to get high
+If you a bud smoker, come blaze with me
+Have a cup of lean, now you feelin dizzy
+You know I gets busy, chiefin back-to-back
+About to cough up a lung nigga hit that
+
+[Chorus] - 2x
+
+[Verse 2]
+Ay, go get a highlife, this weed messin up my eyesight
+At night time I can't drive right
+You wanna feel what my vibe like
+Then put 28 grams, in my pipe, I bet it get you right
+And fuck what you heard, weed is the best thrill
+So lil' mama you can keep them (X pills)
+Cali got the best kill
+But Amsterdam got everything all year, huh
+And you can smoke on the streets, watch my DVD
+I'm in love with W, E-E-D
+Please pass the blunt, don't hold the blunt
+Cause if the laws come, you gon be the first to run, bitch
+
+[Chorus] - 2x
+
+[Verse 3]
+Ay, ay, this last verse gon be short as fuck (why?)
+Cause Verse 1 I had a ounce (but I smoked it up)
+Got game from the OG's (and I soaked it up)
+In three years, three albums (I'm platinum plus)
+Now I'm coppin Blueberry like it ain't no thang
+(But not on Tuesdays and Thursdays) cause the people swang
+(And why you chokin my nigga?) you can't handle it
+(Well take this, gimme that) smoke a cancer stick, trick
+
+[Chorus] - 2x
+
+(*Talking*)
+Yeah, if you in yo' whip rollin, even if you ain't a baller
+Even if you gotta roll up one of them small ass little-bitty cigarillos
+Do what you do man
+Over here we ball outta control man, fo' real man
+We take two blunts and put them sideways to make them fat
+Then we take another one and put it the other way to make it long nigga
+You ever put a whole ounce in a bone nigga?
+Have you ever been to Amsterdam nigga?
+You ever smoke Purple Kush, Purple Haze, OG Kush
+Master Kush, Train Wreck, Maui Waui, all that shit man?
+Ah man, we do it big man
+White Widow, Triple X, Sweettooth
+Sometimes niggas be havin sweetooths man
+Haha, youknowI'msayin
+We ball outta control baby
+And don't hate on me man, cause I smell like that doja
+And you smokin on that Bobby Brown
+Uh, yeah
+**************************************************
+Lean Back Freestyle (T.I. Diss)First of all I'm a Clover G veteran
+And y'all already know who I'm better than
+Y'all know T.I. can't fuck with me
+You're a featherweight, you don't even weigh a buck 50
+Nigga you lucky my plane got delayed
+Cause I would've knocked your punk ass off the stage
+You a seven-time fellon, what you care about a case?
+Yeah you got outta jail early cause you working with the state snitch
+You a bitch, been a bitch, still a bitch
+And yeah that leprechaun suit got me filthy rich
+I shoulda known you was a snake
+When you was at the source photoshoot smiling in my face
+Tryna get on my Game Over remix but I told you no
+I only do tracks with niggas that I think dope
+Niggas know in the streets I'm the hardest
+So why in the fuck would I diss a gold artist?
+I'm from the durty durty and I represent
+I get head like the muthafuckin' president
+Southside and we ride on  20 inches
+I got a million dollars, I ain't a penny pincher
+Holla Back, I'm straight from the streets
+Jump out the jeep with a K in the heat
+Put the (?) in ya lap, ya brain in ya lap
+Im reppin H-Town I put the clover on the map
+Holla back, I got my 9 and my strap
+Everybody, you betta get the hell back
+When Flip pops up I'll leave your ass droppin' dead
+Southside, we don't trip over blue and red
+I leave you crippled with by pistol at your back bend
+Make ya chest do a fuckin' back bend
+Holla back I'm from the streets dawg
+And I'll knock yo ass off yo feet dawg
+What's beef? Beef is when a nigga like you can't eat
+Wake up with no apatite and you can't eat
+Better Look both ways when you walk in the street
+Cause you don't wanna bump heads with a nigga like me
+Rubber man with the AK shit
+But your first album flopped with that Reggae shit
+Holla back nigga, hahaha
+**************************************************
+All I Know[Intro: Cam'Ron]
+Killa, Lil' Flip (Uh-huh)
+Houston, Harlem
+Dipset in the building (Yes, sir)
+Let's get ready to do this shit, Yo
+
+[Verse One] Cam'Ron
+Call me the better man
+Beretta man, leather man, cheddar man
+I should've been the weatherman
+I tell you where the high is and where the low at
+When it gonna rain dog where the snow at
+And where the snow at it ain't got to cold at
+My block is hot kojak got his Kodak
+And that's totally wack, y'all supposed to be cats
+Men of mice of course they go grow to be rats
+That's ain't Cam's momento so I crammed the rental
+With grams and endo had them saying Jusendo
+Got that butter brother, word to mother murder
+Hit the other servers, down at Whataburger
+Eat at Long John Silver keep the long arm silver
+Fuck the long arm of the law he's strong on sckrilla
+
+[Bridge: Cam'Ron]
+Flip to Killa, we flip to kill her
+That's a killer flip, ya flip we kill ya (Dipset, bitch)
+
+[Verse Two: Lil' Flip]
+And if you don't lurk or live here you riding through my hood
+And I don't know what you heard
+But we'll take you for your goods
+I wish you would come to my neck of the woods
+Come to my hood, better bring a tek to my hood
+And we be buckin' and drivin' while you shuckin' and jivin'
+Niggas hateful low down dirty plus they conivin'
+Me and my niggas we roll with triggers
+We kill you for figures
+We put 13 bricks in the 18 wheeler (yeah)
+
+[Hook: Lil' Flip]
+Street life is all I know
+So when I carve my music that's all I show
+Street life is all I know
+So when I carve my music that's all I show
+Street life is all I know
+So when I carve my music that's all I show
+Street life is all I know
+So when I carve my music that's all I show
+
+[Verse Three: Lil' Flip]
+All I know is nigga bring me all my dough
+Cause rap money come fast and [?] money come slow
+One day you on yo feet the next day you flat broke
+That's the drought cause yo connect got bad dough
+Now you got smoke from another nigga you don't know
+That nigga might be a fed if he don't show
+Plus plots and schemes, young niggas chasing green
+You better wake up cause ya'll niggas chasing dreams
+
+[Bridge: Cam'Ron]
+Flip to Killa, we flip to kill her
+That's a killer flip, ya flip we kill ya (Dipset, bitch)
+
+[Hook: Lil' Flip]
+Street life is all I know
+So when I carve my music that's all I show
+Street life is all I know
+So when I carve my music that's all I show
+Street life is all I know
+So when I carve my music that's all I show
+Street life is all I know
+So when I carve my music that's all I show
+**************************************************
+Haters*Lil Flip Talkin*
+
+(Verse 1:Lil' Flip)
+I'ma lane switcha,I'ma young game spitta why you lookin
+At my rims cause mine can't bigga but I ain't jigga I'm Lil' Flip
+You know me baggets and precious cutts
+All in my rolie I dont shop a police cause I'm top
+Of the line did you see how I made my bentley drop to the
+Ground,I'ma codiene dranker thats all I sip
+And 2000 cars thats all I flip
+If it ain't on chrome I can't sit in it
+If it ain't a big body I can't fit in it
+Down south we all about are money
+Down south we get are piece made by johnny
+Down south we like to swang on glass
+If you wanna sixteen you better bring my cash
+I'm a millionare for real and now you know
+My bank account say 10000
+
+(T.C.)
+I'ma playa on 20's rider
+U.P.T resider bently off the show room
+First class driver everything I own gotta be paid out
+I bought a mansion in spain
+Next to bill gates house
+I love money large ammounts
+I never wrote a check the bank bounced
+Wodey I'm use to livin lavish
+I gotta rolie on my wrist about forty karets
+I like to cruise so I bought me a yat
+I like baby's house so I bought the whole block
+Wodey can't you see I get my shine on
+I done moved my colisium into the super dome ya heard me
+
+(Chorus: Big T.)
+Why Ya'll Haters so Mad?
+I don't know why baby
+Hummers and Jags
+Why Ya'll Hatin the way ya'll do?
+Why Ya'll Haters so Mad?
+I don't know why baby
+Hummers and Jags
+Cause we in Hummers and Jag
+
+(Derrick)
+I bought a Jag off the show floe
+Wit no miles paid it out I can't stand notes
+Wrote a check for 70 grand my shit paid for
+My money legel I ain't worried bout the feds brah
+18 set for life dogg I'm livin gravy
+Girl thats big enough for me and you ain't it baby
+I got some shit around my wrist
+That do nothin but sparkle
+My clothes and my mansion they madeamara
+So much Ice in my pinkey ring tellins horror
+All my arms tattooed nigga C.M.R
+Moved mom's out the hood to washatona
+She needed transportation so I bought a rover
+She couldn't drive so I hired a mazada shofir
+Tommorow night i'm goin to dinner wit your girl
+Oprah,Oprah hoes see me in the club
+Be like that boy rich
+I don't take bathes in water moette and cris
+I got some shit around my wrist
+That a blind the day
+How many niggas you know sleepin in versachi beds
+Man that platinum 20 thousand dollars spreads
+My nigga sold a trans am that was special made
+
+(Chorus)
+
+(Lil'Flip & T.C)
+(T.C)
+We gon ball wit shunny pooh for the millinuem
+We 18 live in condominum
+(Lil'Flip)
+We ride on blades we ride on glass
+And we got t.v's inside our jags
+(T.C)
+We in private jets we never on land
+We ballin outta control ya understand
+(Lil'Flip)
+I stay in cloverland thats all I know
+And big head dollars thats all I hold
+(T.C)
+Big body on brauders thats all I know
+20 inch rims is all I roll
+(Lil'Flip)
+And my watch too cold
+You know we actin bad shunny pooh
+Now I see why them haters mad
+
+(Chorus)
+
+*Derrick talkin till end*
+**************************************************
+Tonight(talking)
+Yeah, it's Lil' Flip, Seville
+KnowI'msaying, we gone do
+This for the girls though huh
+
+[Seville]
+You wanna F-L-I-P with S-E
+L-I-F-E, Flip with Seville tonight - 2x
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+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
+
+(Chorus: Seville)
+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
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+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
+
+(Chorus)
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+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
+
+[Seville]
+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 - 2x
+**************************************************
+Look At Me Now(talking)
+Yeah I represent Houston man
+Ya know they say we country down here
+But everybody tryna ride blades
+Everybody wanna ride candy paint
+Ya feel me?, so I'm just keepin it trill
+Like my nigga Bun B say, yeah ugh ugh
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+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 rp2x)
+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)
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+Well I'm a supa dupa star in a supa dupa car
+Got 9 DVDs 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
+Ya'll 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'ma stay Sucka Free like my homie Big Mello(R.I.P)
+And thats coming straight from me
+And I'm still a ghetto boy like Scarface and MJB
+
+(chorus)
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+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'ma 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'ma 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
+
+(talking)
+All my ex's live in Texas haha
+Yeah Redd in a Lexus nigga thats how we doin it
+Houston know what I'm saying
+Ugh thats how I'm doing it my nigga did the track
+All how ass nigga can't fuck with us
+Fuck ya'll watch out for my nigga Redd
+Doing a show soon down in Nashville
+In the studio that album coming soon
+**************************************************
+Stay Ballin’(*Talking*)
+Ay man, I'mma 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
+
+[Hook: Big Shasta, (Lil' Flip), {Yukomuth}] - 2x
+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
+
+[Hook] - 2x
+
+[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
+
+[Bridge: 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
+
+[Hook] - 2x
+**************************************************
+7-1-3[Lil'Flip]
+
+Lil' Flip
+Represent
+7-1-3
+
+Now when you see me in the Lamborghini speeding, bumpin Screw
+I know you see my license plate, "Lil' Flip #2"
+I use to skip summer school, hit the block and move work
+That was enough to buy some shoes, pants, and a new shirt
+Now I'm shinin like Puff, wearin diamonds like Puff
+We got everybody else music sounding like US
+So hold up! You better get your own style
+Cause we been bumpin Screw down here for a while!
+And when you see me at the mall, Just me and my dawg
+I'm shoppin with them, Cause I ain't trickin for a broad
+I do shows and rock crowds, And then I get paid
+Summer time, I'm on dubs, Winter time, I'm on blades
+My whole click livin laid, man we all got Vets
+My crib so big, I ain't even see my room yet
+But hold up! You better get your own style
+Cause we been buyin six-figure homes for a while!
+Now when you see me in the Vibe, Murder Dog and The Source
+And the XXL, standing next to a Porsche
+I get paid with my voice, so I pimp these beats
+I hate commercial rap, so I pimp these streets
+You don't work you don't eat, that's a known fact
+I just don't rap, nigga I know how to act
+But hold up! You better get your own style
+Cause we been fuckin with magazines for a while!
+
+[Chourus x1]
+Because we represent the 7-1-3!
+The type of Rappers y'all never goin be!
+We makin money y'all never goin see!
+Because we represent the 7-1-3!
+Houston, Texas nigga!
+
+Now when you see me with Tigga, On BET
+Or 106 and Park, with AJ and Free
+Or MTV, come take a look at my house
+And after that, come take a look at my mouth
+Yea I represent the South, like Pastor Troy
+And I'm still Fresh and Clean, like Andre and Big Boi
+But hold up! You better get your own style
+Cause we been talkin shit on TV for a while!
+Now when you see me with a sweet, blowing smoke out my nose
+9 times outta 10, I'm probably blowin Hydro
+So don't blow my high, just leave me alone!
+Cause I get high like Cheech and Chong
+Call me 'Afroman' when my hair ain't braided
+I got 20 tatoo's but I'm still educated
+But hold up! You better get your own style
+Cause we been smokin high-time weed for a while!
+And when you see my at the club, I gotta get my floss on
+Techno, my ring shinnin, and I got my cross on
+I gotta brand new phone, Cause I'mma rich nigga
+And when people call, you can see they picture
+I'm still Lil'Flipper, but my money got taller
+And my Benz got wider, and your hundred got smaller
+But hold up! You better get your own style
+Cause we been acting bad, drivin cars for a while!
+When you see me Big Pimpin, like UGK
+I'm choppin on blades, candy-paint, Jog Grey
+I'm sittin on Twenty's, but I'm twenty-one
+I'm ridin with an AK, you still got a B-B Gun
+So you need to Back, Back, and gimme 50 feet
+Cause you ain't sellin records like Sucka-Free
+But hold up! You better get your own style
+Cause we been ridin around with straps for a while!
+
+[Chourus x2]
+Because we represent the 7-1-3!
+The type of Rappers y'all never goin be!
+We makin money y'all never goin see!
+Because we represent the 7-1-3!
+Houston, Texas nigga!
+**************************************************
+I’m The Greatest Player[Intro: Lil' Flip]
+Yeeah (Yeeah)
+Lil' Flip (Lil' Flipper)
+EA Sports It's In The Game
+NBA Live, Playa Skillz on the track
+Holla back, uh, oh oh
+
+[Verse 1: Lil' Flip]
+After one year in college, I went straight to the pros
+So when I throw a no-look pass, go straight to the goal
+Don't move in slow (why?), cause I'm hyping up the crowd
+Cause when he shootin these free throws, I want everybody LIVE
+I'm the greatest in the game cause we winning by thirty
+And after the game, I'm gone take off my jersey
+And throw it to the fans cause that's how I get down
+It's EA Sports and Lil' Flip representin H-Town
+
+[Chorus: Lil' Flip - 2X]
+I'm the greatest player to ever play the game (play the game)
+I should retire my jersey cause y'all know my name (y'all know my name)
+You out of your brain, don't shoot cause you out of your range (you out of
+Your range)
+Cause I'm like a mack truck when I'm driving a lane, uh
+
+[Verse 2: Lil' Flip]
+Uh, I love this game cause I can't get laid off
+Plus we get respect if we make it to the playoffs
+So watch me stop and pop, it's all in the wrist
+Say Lil' Ron hold him, he taller than Chris (swish)
+That's what you hear whenever I shoot a three partner (woo)
+They double-team, I got shooters in each corner (uh)
+So look out (look out)
+Before you get took out (took out)
+Your coach mad cause you let me hit a hook shot (ha ha)
+I got a triple-double (triple-double)
+It's one quarter left (one quarter left)
+They got home court advantage, (so what?) don't disrespect the ref
+Before you get a tech (tech)
+We playing for respect (respect)
+We about to see who the best out of the east and west
+
+[Chorus: Lil' Flip]
+
+[Verse 3: Lil' Flip]
+You better step your game up cause I want another ring
+You keep playing like you played - they gone trade you to another team
+And when the buzzer go off, that mean we the champ (we the champ)
+This year we ain't even got to go to camp
+Holla back
+**************************************************
+Give Me a Beat[Talking]
+Ay this what I do nigga
+I do this shit with my eyes closed nigga (fuh sho, fuh sho)
+Y'all niggas tryin too hard man heheh...yea Clover G's!
+
+[Verse 1 - Flip]
+Uhhh lyrically I'm a menace
+I'll take ya chain and ya tennis
+I was raised in the Clover, I roll with Note and the Chemist
+No more shoppin at Mervan's, cause I'm tourin in Burlan
+Candy paint flip flop, on my black Excursion
+Now I'm creepin the block, with my wrist all rocked
+Put up ya lighters for BIG, now light a blunt up for Pac
+Fuck all this beefin on beats nigga we deep in the streets
+And all the beef I ever had, I got out my teeth
+I'm a young ass nigga with a master plan
+I make a hundred grand everytime I move my hand
+Niggas tryna diss me just to get a fan - but I'm rich bitch you understand
+Cop them cars, cop them cribs, cop them guns just for fun
+I'll bring ya hat to ya, once I put my gat to ya
+Y'all niggas can't fuck with me cause I'm a Clover G and I got respect
+And for that paper I'll bounce yo'ass like a check
+I've paid my dues from the start - this music poetry art
+Y'all rappers ain't that smart...now get ya weight up nigga
+
+[Chorus - Flip]
+Just give me a beat (beat) and I'll kick a rhyme (rhyme)
+You gotta get yours (yours), I gotta get mine (mine)
+Just give me a beat (beat) and I'll kick a rhyme (rhyme)
+See I'm different from y'all, I'm livin my rhymes
+
+[Verse 2 - Flip]
+I'm a thug ass nigga that love to bust
+I only know one thing "In God We Trust"
+You bitch ass niggas ain't hard as us
+You wanna little B - O you better smarten up
+I bought that truck, drive that 'Llac with two hoes I'm a mack
+Three albums one gold, the other two platinum plaques
+I move swiftly for three gigs it's 250
+I went to Amsterdam for a week and I blew sticky
+All that weed I got to light one
+Out of all these hoes I got the right one
+You know my name baby (Flip) - I hope yo'brain crazy
+You did it, I love it - we did it in public
+Look you ain't my girlfriend either you with it or fuck it
+Don't get attached to my charm, just bring my stacks in the morn'
+Cause I'm a G and you know it with twenty tats on my arm
+I change my style like the weather - cause every year I get better
+Game smooth as the ocean - my lyrics tight like a sweater
+I change my style like the weather - cause every year I get better
+Game smooth as the ocean - my lyrics tight like a sweater, yea
+
+[Chorus - Flip]
+Just give me a beat (beat) and I'll kick a rhyme (rhyme)
+You gotta get yours (yours), I gotta get mine (mine)
+Just give me a beat (beat) and I'll kick a rhyme (rhyme)
+See I'm different from y'all, I'm livin my rhymes (whaaaat)
+**************************************************
+It’s a Fact[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 wanna' 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 ho
+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 niggas act like hoes
+It's a fact - that most niggas 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 niggas 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?
+Niggas that get in the rap
+Forget about them niggas who helped 'em nigga
+Keep it real nigga
+So that's why I don't wanna fuck with you new niggas man
+I ain't shootin marbles with you niggas
+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]
+**************************************************
+What it Do[Mannie Fresh]
+Yo red necks, coloreds, asians, africans, ethiopians
+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 niggas 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!
+**************************************************
+Virginia Tech Song (Time After Time)[Intro]
+Yeah, it's your boy Lil Flip
+We just had a tragedy April 16 Monday 7:15 A.M
+So I thought it would be selfish not to speak on it
+So everybody who lost somebody at Virginia Tech on Monday
+You can play this to help you get by
+Yeah...
+
+[Hook]
+If you're lost, you can look and you will find me
+(You can find me)
+Time after time
+(Time after time we go through stuffs like this)
+If you fall, I will catch you, I will be waiting
+(We keeping y'all in our prayers)
+Time after time
+
+(Chea!)
+If you're lost, you can look and you will find me
+(Rest in peace to everybody)
+Time after time
+If you fall, I will catch you, I will be waiting
+(We burning candles)
+Time after time
+
+[Verse 1]
+Imagine waking up for class and not knowing what about to happen to you
+This is coming from the heart, Flip ain't just rapping to you
+See I did been in situations kinda like this
+And I know it make you wonder where Jesus Christ is
+People die before they got a chance to graduate
+Is it me or did the police react rather late?
+Too many shot, too many guns, too many war stories
+And I saw people jumping out of windows four stories
+Imagine how the parents felt when they got the news
+Especially when they couldn't even tell who was who
+So we pray for each one of y'all who lost a child
+And that brave man who escaped the holocaust
+I heard the news, they said they had chains on the doors
+Then later on they interviewing at the gun store
+Then later on they let them classmates talk about him
+But his screen play should've let you know he had a problem
+
+[Hook]
+If you're lost, you can look and you will find me
+(Rest in peace)
+Time after time
+(It's your boy Flip Gates)
+If you fall, I will catch you, I will be waiting
+(I got your back)
+Time after time
+
+(Yeah)
+If you're lost, you can look and you will find me
+(We praying for all the families)
+Time after time
+(I got a white candle lit right now)
+If you fall, I will catch you, I will be waiting
+(Yeah)
+Time after time
+(Rest in peace)
+
+[Verse 2]
+We fighting wars over there but we got wars over here
+I ain't gonna lie I got shot
+But your boy's still here
+Now my vision clear
+And everybody ain't your friend
+Would you want to know if you could see how your life would end
+And I don't know nobody at the school
+But I'm a human too
+And if you care about others
+That's what humans do
+And even though my album out
+I can take the time to grieve
+Cause if I had a tragedy I hope y'all would do the same for me
+So if you see me in the streets, show your boy some love (Yeah)
+I'm a millionaire but I'm a educated thug
+And to the people who ain't been to Virginia yet
+When you come make sure you think about Virginia Tech
+We lost a lot of good people on the bad day
+And I know how it feel cause my cousins past away
+So next time you feeling down about your situation
+Just take this Lil Flip record to your local station
+
+[Hook]
+If you're lost, you can look and you will find me
+(We praying for everybody)
+Time after time
+(Time after time)
+If you fall, I will catch you (Yeah), I will be waiting
+(Yeah)
+Time after time
+
+(Aye your boy Lil Flip got your back)
+If you're lost, you can look and you will find me
+(They can hate on me all they want)
+Time after time
+(How many artists are gonna take the time out to do this?)
+If you fall, I will catch you, I will be waiting
+(I live in the studio)
+Time after time
+(Yeah)
+
+[Outro]
+We dedicated this to everybody who lost somebody they love
+Brother, sister, cousin, nephew, husband, wife, son, daughter, aunt, uncle
+Grandfather, grandmother, everybody on September 11th
+Everybody at Virginia Tech, everybody man
+It's your boy Flip gangster, your number one fly boy
+Aye, this' how I do it baby
+I live in the studio
+This' worth nothing
+This is how I do it man
+Houston is in the building man
+Holla at your boy
+Rest in peace to everybody who lost their life at Virginia Tech
+And I'm out...
+I'm out
+Rest in peace
+Rest in peace
+Rest in peace
+
+[Hook]
+If you're lost, you can look and you will find me
+Time after time
+If you fall, I will catch you, I will be waiting
+Time after time
+
+If you're lost, you can look and you will find me
+Time after time
+If you fall, I will catch you, I will be waiting
+Time after time
+
+Time after time...
+Time after time...
+Time after time...
+Time after time...
+Time after time...
+Time after time...
+Time after time...
+**************************************************
+Sun Don’t Shine[Verse 1: Lil' Flip]
+I thank God everyday for pavin' the way
+Cause he - made me what I am today
+A young entrepenuer wit amazin' talent
+In order to be the best you must take the challenge
+I'm tryin' a be number one cause number two don't matter
+People try to pull you down when you climb the ladder
+Niggas hate to see you up but they love it when you down
+That's why I'm always quiet when I come around
+Cause - talk is cheap, that's why I rap
+I'm gettin' NBA money wit no salary cap
+Momma, it feel good puttin' money in ya mailbox
+This for my niggas locked up in the cell blocks
+
+[Chorus: Lil' Flip, Heather Markey] - (Repeat 2X)
+Sun don't shine, that's why I spit these rhymes
+To ease my mnd
+For real, I gotta get away
+
+[Verse 2: Lil' Flip]
+In life (in life), you go through joy and pain
+And when somebody close die, it give you a migraine
+And a whole lot a stress, a whole lot a tears
+Days turn into nights, nights turn into years
+I'm not happy here, I want another atmosphere
+I gotta get away, just to get my mind clear
+That's why I smoke so much, cause it relieve my stress
+Just imagine - everyday I gotta wear my vest
+I gotta watch my back cause niggas plottin' a jack
+When you see these movin' like crack, you feel that?
+And to my niggas in jail, you better keep ya head up (keep ya head up)
+To my niggas in the hood, keep ya bread up
+
+[Chorus: Lil' Flip, Heather Markey] - (Repeat 2X)
+
+[Verse 3: Lil' Flip]
+If I died today, shit, I lived my life
+And if I could do it again, I'd do it twice
+No mo' movin' white or shootin' dice
+Or creepin' late night tryin' a screw ya wife (ha ha ha!)
+Cause I'm a changed man, wit the heart of a lion
+Even if I was a midget, I'd fight a giant
+I never give up (I never give up), I'm from the home of the brave (home of
+The brave)
+I'm still ballin' like +Pac+, from the +Cradle to the Grave+
+
+[Chorus: Lil' Flip, Heather Markey] - (Repeat 3X)
+**************************************************
+U Neva Know[Intro: Lil' Flip]
+Yeeah.. this is pimpin at its finest man
+Ha ha ha ha, yeeah, let it bang
+I go by the name Lil' Flipper, man
+You know Mr. Like A Pimp - ha ha
+I'm in here wit my dog Butch Cassidy
+Check me out, check me out
+
+[Verse 1: Lil' Flip]
+I came in the door (door), I told y'all before (fore)
+I never fall in love wit a motherfucking hoe (hoe)
+I keep it pimpin like Good Game, I'm still in the hood man
+Drinkin my purple stuff and grippin my wood grain (my wood grain)
+I got hoes in area codes like Ludacris (Ludacris)
+You think I'm trickin my dough - that's some stupid shit
+I got a plan to be a man cause I sell bricks
+So you can let that other nigga get your nails fixed
+I treat a bitch like a bitch, a lady like a queen
+Spit my game, get in her brain, now she on my team
+And after we done I might call you later (might)
+Just holla at a player (yeah)
+
+[Chorus: Butch Cassidy] + (Lil' Flip)
+Cause you neva know, you neva know.. when somebody might be fuckin your bitch
+Cause you neva know, you neva know.. when somebody might be fuckin your bitch
+U neva know, and you neva know.. when somebody might be fuckin your bitch
+Cause you neva know, cause you neva know
+(Yeeah, cause it might just be)
+(Look, a nigga like me)
+
+[Verse 2: Lil' Flip]
+I told her, "keep it on the low, boo" I know you got a man
+I ain't wit that lovi-dovi shit, I ain't holdin hands (uh uh)
+Just call me when you get off work cause right now I'm busy (I'm busy)
+And when I finished what I'm doin, we can kick it (ahh)
+I know ya nigga be goin through your phone (uh huh)
+But it's cool cause every night I been roamin in this home (ha)
+That nigga lame cause he don't even smoke wit you
+Take trips on the boat wit you, kick back and show wit you
+
+[Chorus: Butch Cassidy] + (Lil' Flip) - (w/ minor variations)
+
+[Verse 3: Lil' Flip]
+Now you can roll (you can roll) but you know we kick it all night (all night)
+Cause your friends is my friends, ain't that alright (alright)
+Now look (look), I got a flight to make
+And I can't be runnin late cause I'm about that cake
+I got business in H2's (what else?), yachts and boats (what else?)
+I got crocodile shoes, leather minks and coats
+I'm still livin the hood life, but I'm livin the good life
+So don't get mad cause I'm bangin ya wife (nigga!)
+You like to make love (make love) but she want it rough (she want it rough)
+You need to talk to her (talk to her) cause she had enough (she had enough)
+You think you got it locked (you got it locked) but I got the key
+Cause I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P
+
+[Verse 4: Butch Cassidy]
+You never know, these undercover hoes
+Is fallin, you got to stay on your toes
+They plottin schemes, or better they chasin dreams
+But no, these hoes ain't movin me (meeee!)
+I chased and fucked, no bitch can get me stuck
+Well I'm just going to try my luck (hooo hoo)
+They end up sick and hurt, but leavin in a skirt
+Then find some better love to fuck (ahh)
+
+[Chorus: Butch Cassidy] + (Lil' Flip) - (w/ minor variations)
+
+[Outro: Butch Cassidy]
+Di di di da di di di di da
+Da da da da da
+Di di di da di di di di da
+Da da da da da
+You'll never know.. when somebody might be fuckin your bitch (yeah yeah)
+Just never know.. when your bitch is eatin dick (eatin dick)
+Huh huh (huh huh)
+**************************************************
+Bustaclip[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 Inglewood 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!
+**************************************************
+Still Bangin’ Screw(*talking*)
+Yeah, Lil Flip nigga
+D. Diggs, nigga Shasta yeah
+This for all the Screwheads nigga
+Ya know, for real hey
+
+[Lil Flip]
+You know me, I ride with my trunk raised up
+Boy I'm riding dubs, you better put them blaze up
+I'm banging Screw, four 15's kick harder
+Around the block one time, come back and switch cars
+I sip bar, cause it's a family tradition
+I'm the Freestyle King, it ain't no competition
+I'm a Screwhead, I ride black blue red
+They call me Lil Flip, nigga I can do that
+
+[Chorus: Shasta - 2x]
+I thought you knew oooh-oooh-ooooooh
+That we forever banging Screw
+I thought you knew that
+I thought you knew that
+
+[Lil Flip]
+Hey I done bought the car, bought the house
+I got about 30 karats, inside my mouth
+I represent the dirty dirty, the dirty south
+I even put it down with, Swisha House
+I got more syrup than, Waffle House
+9-9 graduator, I walked across
+I run through all hoes, like Marshall Faulk
+I fuck with Big Pokey and Big Hawk
+And underground mix tapes, got us fame
+And fucking with real niggas, got us game
+Screwed Up Click about to go worldwide
+And once you cross 6-10 welcome to the Southside, Southside
+
+[Chorus - 2x]
+
+[Lil Flip]
+Thanks to my nigga Screw, I got my shine on
+Now my nigga gone, so I gotta rhyme strong
+I'ma go platinum, cause I'm a lyrical threat
+I think about you everytime, I hear a cassette
+Chopped up, but them niggas can't chop like you
+Them niggas can't even make the music stop like you
+But I'ma keep you alive, everytime I rap
+On the real, DJ Screw put us all on the map
+So everytime I bust a flow, I'ma show my ass
+You taught me two things, keep it real and fold my cash
+Now I'm rich, and I'm still dropping underground shit
+And fuck the radio, I drop underground hits, I'm a Screwhead
+
+[Chorus - 2x]
+
+(*talking*)
+Yeah ha-ha, this for all the Screwheads nigga
+Who been jamming Screw nigga, since the grey tapes nigga, ya know
+We gon put it down for my nigga DJ Screw
+These niggas mad and shit
+Cause he gave me the plack for the Freestyle King
+But nigga I'm selling, knowI'msayin
+We doing it how it go, my nigga D. Diggs nigga
+Nigga we gon fuck the whole world up
+If it's too fast, I can screw that
+Lil Flip, Sucka Free Records, my cousin Shasta nigga
+That's how it go nigga, Screwed Up Click forever
+For real, I'm a Screwhead nigga, uh
+3 N' Tha Mornin, what
+Dirty Southside, Houston Texas, what
+DJ Screw, nigga R.I.P
+And I'm out
+**************************************************
+The Souf(*talking*)
+Hey Note, I'm tired of these niggas 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
+Niggas 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 niggas can't, but niggas still try to copy
+I just keep shit real boy, y'all niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas 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
+Niggas 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]
+**************************************************
+On Point[Hook 1] - Lil' Flip (Big 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 meals
+
+(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 bogarting the beat
+Then I'm in studios spittin flows dodging the heat
+Game as hard as a 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
+
+[Hook 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 meals
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+You know I got skills like Kevin Garnett
+In my garage I got eleven Corvettes
+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 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
+
+[Hook 2]
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+Well I'm a mic wrecker
+A Lamborghini price checker
+Rolex, baguettes, 30 pointer ice bezel
+
+(Lil' James)
+I'm a freestyle ace
+Shining all in your face
+The same gator on my shoes wrapped around my waist
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+I'm a track ripper
+A black dob hat tipper
+I step out at the Grammy's 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 optimal 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 locked
+
+(Lil' James)
+I'm a mud puppy
+Codeine cup guppy
+I eat fish, shrimp, french fries with hush puppies
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+I'm in a Pathfinder
+I'm autograph signer
+And I'm gon be rich until I'm a flat liner
+
+(Lil' James)
+I'm a young thug ready
+Nineteens 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 convertible cars
+
+(Lil' James)
+I'm a Sunny Side nigga out of Check-A-Ho Texas
+I stay money wide nigga like a chief executive
+
+[Hook 1]
+
+[Hook 2]
+**************************************************
+Screwed Up Click(*talking*)
+Ah shit, you now listening to the Screwed Up Click
+Let's go...
+
+[Hook - 2x]
+We the Screwed Up Click, we the Screwed Up Click
+I hear ya running your mouth, but we the Screwed Up Click
+We the Screwed Up Click, we the Screwed Up Click
+You ain't the King of the South, but we the Screwed Up Click
+
+[C-Note]
+We the Screwed Up Click, coming out the South
+You niggas talking shit, niggas better shut they mouth
+I be in the booth, coming bulletproof
+Niggas talking that shit, then I knock the diamond out your tooth
+Raising out the roof, nigga feeling real good
+Rolling through the fucking hood, diamonds up against the wood
+I get it all day, everyday dropping off
+Picking up herb, every rhyme that I fucking say
+Niggas know I'm C-Note, from that Clover
+Smoking doja and a nigga like me, will knock it off the shoulder
+
+[Point Blank]
+I don't know why you hand me the mic, you know I ain't got shit good to say
+But some real live shit, niggas scared to say
+A Screwed Up Click original, from uno
+On the first Screw tape to hit the market nigga, you know
+I been riding for Screw, when he was living bitch
+And I'ma be riding for Screw, until I'm with him bitch
+SPC the first click, WK
+S.U.C. nigga, forever and a motherfucking day
+You better recognize, the real when you see one
+The day you play me like a hoe, and that's the day I be one
+C-L-O-V-E-R, G
+(now Blank, pass the weed)
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+I'm doing a buck fifty, y'all niggas can't buck with me
+Plus I keep the baddest hoes, in the truck with me
+I'm repping Texas, every stage I stand on
+These other rappers talk a lot of shit, but they won't last long
+I know y'all mad, cause me and Ro hooking up
+Check my calendar, all my shows booked up
+Y'all niggas broke, you ain't heard we got real paper
+Don't listen to the magazines, cause them niggas haters
+I'm on top of my game, rocks on top of my chain
+Glocks I pop when I aim, people watch in the rain
+Helicopters and planes, and I'm chopping my caine
+You ain't stocking a thang, that's cause I'm rich bitch
+Nigga we dress fly, everyday we stay high
+Niggas be in a fo', we riding in a five
+I got that Maybach Excursion, and a grey Lac
+One shot to your head, now bitch nigga take that
+
+[Will-Lean]
+The Southside go-getters for cheddar, we blast Barettas
+S.U.C, organized like Goodfellas
+Will-Lean yeah, homie Screw gave me that name
+Welcome back Clover hanging, Flip gave me that chain nigga
+Clover Geez, with me using the name
+Cause when I cock back and aim, slugs abusing your brain
+Homie uh, cause I'm coming with this calico
+Busting out my Caddy do', knocking down your daddy do'
+Screwed Up Click nigga, we too thick
+By all means necessary, we gon get rich bitch
+So now you know, ain't no fucking with us
+Cause in God we trust, but in Glocks we bust biotch
+
+[Z-Ro]
+Asshole By Nature, Z-Ro the Crooked
+I ain't never been took, nigga look at my books
+I do my thang, I swang and bang
+Got a pocket full of change, and a piece and a chain
+On my neck, I demand respect
+I might cash a check, I might ride in a jet
+I might ride a plane, I might ride a train
+Garunteed anywhere I ride, I blow Mary Jane
+To relax my mind, I pack my nine
+Nigga run up on Ro, and I'll shut ya down
+Shoot shit up and shut shit down, that's how it go though
+Catch Z-Ro flipping, in a cream tinted fo' do'
+Flipping with the Tow Down, flipping with the Dub-G
+Nigga fuck the police, I know they don't love me
+And I don't love em either, so nigga fuck the FED
+All day, I break my back to make my bread
+And once I make my bread, you can't take my bread
+Try to take my bread, bitch I'ma break yo head
+That's my direct connect
+Nigga Trae where you at, with the throw-away gat
+We gon lay em on they back, like that and like this
+I got VS-1 ice, on my wirst bitch
+In my mouth too, in my ha-choo
+Millions in my vault fool, R.I.P. to Screw-U
+**************************************************
+Block Money(*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
+**************************************************
+Game Over (Flip)(Intro)
+Fury
+Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh
+
+(Chorus: repeat 4x)
+Game over, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip
+
+(Verse One)
+Ah shit, y'all done fucked up and let me in this bitch
+I'm just your average hood nigga with dreams of gettin' rich
+(But you don't hear me)
+My crib big like a football field (football field)
+You might fuck around and think I signed a football deal
+(But you don't hear me)
+I take 15 minutes to drop a track (yeah)
+I take half a minute to load my gat
+(But you don't hear me)
+I make 'em bounce all across the globe
+I'm a pimp, I got your hoe takin' off her clothes
+(But you don't hear me)
+A franchise like a Houston Rocket (Houston Rocket)
+Every eight months is when I usually drop it
+(But you don't hear me)
+I got the streets on lock, I like my beats with knock
+You know my heat stay cocked, niggaaaaa
+
+(Chorus)
+
+(Verse Two)
+Look, I'm a Cristal nigga and you a red-winer
+You just an opening act, but I'm the headliner
+(But you don't hear me)
+I'm 'bout to ship 3 mill' off top
+You got your deal off your man, I got my deal off props
+(But you don't hear me)
+I'm connected like Dub and Mack 10 with ice cubes in my watch
+And dubs on the black Benz
+(But you don't hear me)
+I'm getting' paid 'cause I do all the work
+It's rainy days if we don't move all our work, we go berserk
+(But you don't hear me)
+I'm on the block fam, in the cream drop Lam
+Most of y'all cats with deals, y'all ain't hot man
+(But you don't hear me)
+I'm 'bout to do it again, you 'bout to lose it again
+It's show and tell motherfucker, I'm a prove it again
+
+(Chorus)
+The game over, 'cause shit about to change over
+It's 'bout time 'cause hip-hop need a make over
+(But you don't hear me)
+If most producers want to charge too much
+But around my way that's how you get fucked up
+(But you don't hear me)
+You might think we all beats and rhymes
+But way before this rap shit, nigga, the streets was mine
+(But you don't hear me)
+I got that hot shit, that "Thug Life" 'Pac shit
+That get hot shit, that B.I.G. "Ready to Die" shit
+
+(Chorus)
+**************************************************
+I Gotta Get Paid[Chorus: Lil' Flip]
+Real niggas bust ya pistols in the sky
+I'm a muthafuckin' G and til I die
+I get that paper, and I'm chillin' on the low
+All I need, is more money more
+
+[Hook: Lil' Flip]
+Cuz, I gotta get paid, I gotta stay paid
+I gotta get paid, I gotta get this money
+I gotta get paid, I gotta stay paid
+I gotta get paid, I gotta get this money, man
+
+[Verse 1: Lil' Flip]
+I get that paper for shizzle, I'm breakin' bread with my niggas
+I ride around with them triggas, I clap back nigga
+I shoot that uzi like hoops, I ride around in them Coupe's
+Got alligator on boots, my pockets fat nigga
+We overseas with the Wu, we blowin' trees with our crew
+All my clothes brand new, you gotta love it man
+I'm on top of my game, rocks on top of my chain
+Catchin' planes to Spain, nigga, you know I'm thuggin', man
+We pushin' whips you can't buy, 24 hours we high
+I believe I can fly, I'm fucked up, dog
+I smoke that shit you can't get, we spit that shit you can't spit
+Fifteen tracks, no skits, so fuck all y'all
+
+[Chorus: Lil' Flip]
+Real niggas bust ya pistols in the sky
+I'm a muthafuckin' G and til I die
+I get that paper, and I'm chillin' on the low
+All I need, is more money more
+
+[Verse 2: Raekwon]
+Shorties bouncin', forty ounces, Lex gon' kill up all the bouncers
+Round my shit, gon' fall up out you
+Raw that nigga, bring horror up out you
+Thought about you, blow that forty and call the cops too
+I'ma be out by four and route you
+Pussy ass nigga, bring horror up out you, valor the couch, too
+I'm amazin', when they pass the gauge in
+Sky blue Phantom with beige in
+Stop changin' it, ride it for a month
+Then come up, make my change in it
+Not done, the best, to get it, Uncle, let's get it
+What's really real if Lex can't get it?
+Shaolin whip big techs again
+Fuck around and caught me a Mexican bitch
+
+[Chorus: Lil' Flip]
+Real niggas bust ya pistols in the sky
+I'm a muthafuckin' G and til I die
+I get that paper, and I'm chillin' on the low
+All I need, is more money more
+
+[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah]
+I blow your face off, cake off, then buy an acre, stayed off
+My mustache like Adolf, don't let me pull my cape off
+It's Superman lover, fuck it, no other
+We just a group of bad brothers, y'all pussy, now check it
+Rap De Niro, crazy Shapiro, pushin' through customs
+Back from Europe, and we changin' our Euro's for money
+The Wallabees gummy, with so much paper I'm dead
+Call me a cheese dummy, and we dip our leaves in honey
+Awwwww, you wanna see the hammer?
+Awwwww, you wanna hit the canvas?
+I will not waste my time on frontin' ass
+Niggas, that do not exist
+
+[Chorus: Lil' Flip]
+Real niggas bust ya pistols in the sky
+I'm a muthafuckin' G and til I die
+I get that paper, and I'm chillin' on the low
+All I need, is more money more
+
+[Hook: Lil' Flip]
+Cuz, I gotta get paid, I gotta stay paid
+I gotta get paid, I gotta get this money
+I gotta get paid, I gotta stay paid
+I gotta get paid, I gotta get this money, man
+**************************************************
+Bounce With Me[Hook]
+Now it don't matter where you from, its where you at
+Everybody come and bounce with me, come on and bounce with me
+And if these hoes wanna roll let em know, it don't matter
+They can bounce with me, come on and bounce with me
+Tell them niggas get off the wall get a broad, all of y'all
+Need to bounce with me, come on and bounce with me
+Come on and throw your sets up, represent
+Everybody need to bounce with me, come on and bounce with me
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+Look I came to get it crunk, so nigga throw your hood up
+
+[Yung Redd]
+Like when your car running hot, nigga throw your hood up
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+Cause we some trill ass niggas, with a whole lotta game
+
+[Yung Redd]
+Now that I got a little change, I ain't pimping the same
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+And y'all know, I ride with my heater
+
+[Yung Redd]
+We keep maxing hoes out, like Visa
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+We keep driving, them Bentley two seaters
+
+[Yung Redd]
+Yung Redd and Lil' Flip, off the meters
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+So bounce with a nigga, blow a ounce with a nigga
+
+[Yung Redd]
+And ball out spend something, come and floss with a nigga
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+Cause that's all we know how to do
+
+[Yung Redd]
+Yeah see we some hustlas, what about you
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Yung Redd]
+I'm jumping out Air Force 1's, straps and loot
+So believe it when you see it, dog we got proof
+That's when I slide out the Coupe, raising the roof
+I want you and you, girl do what you do
+And when the syrup in my system, ain't no telling
+Will I get em or diss em, that's what they be yelling
+I'm a pimp by blood, Yung Redd young thug
+Whatever you wanna call it, just show me some love
+Girls bouncing and catching the wall, that ain't all
+To-night's the night, I feel like catching em all
+Y'all throw your elbows, till your arms fall off
+Till the club start sweating, and people get hauled off
+It don't matter where you from, its where you at (where you at)
+And remember all girls throw it back, you caught that
+See me and my partnas, want you and your friends
+When its over no problem, we can do it again
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+Now I'm bouncing in the club, with my niggas you know that
+But I can't get in the do', women pulling my throwback
+And the bouncers steady hating, and telling me go back
+But when he found out who I was, now he want a Kodak
+Say cheese, cause me and my niggas we flipping ki's
+You going gold over here, we going platinum overseas
+So bounce when you see me, on the stage trying to rock it
+Bounce, when you see me cock it back then I pop it
+Now bounce when I hit switches, on my drop
+Now bounce when I sell out of rocks, on my block
+Then its back to the lab, cause I'm a work-a-holic
+Every car I drive, gotta have hydrolics
+So I can lean to the left, and lean to the right
+And later on tonight, I gotta catch another flight
+So take this napkin, and write your number down
+And next time I come in town, we can drive the Hummer around
+
+[Hook]
+**************************************************
+Haters Still Mad(talking)
+Uh, Lil' Flip, them hatas still mad
+Sing the hook Big T
+
+(Hook: Big T)
+Why y'all haters still mad
+I said I don't know why baby
+Cause Screwed Up Click acting bad
+Cause Screwed Up Click acting bad
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+You might see me in the Benzo, sitting on Lorenzos, blowing on some endo
+It's five o'clock so I'ma drop my top, and let down my window
+I'm candy paint with DVD's and Playstation 2
+I got a mic with a crown on top that say R.I.P. DJ Screw
+But I'ma hold it down like it's no cigo', take this Screw shit coast to coast
+I can't be stopped like a locomotive, M-P-C X-P eighty rolling
+My paper folding like laundromats, S-P-S black Cadillacs
+E-S-1's cause cataracts, Gucci suit with the hat to match
+Like Fat Pat I'm on chrome, my Prime Co. on roam
+Sold out shows at the Astro Dome, y'all ain't know my money long
+Y'all money gone cause we changed the game, and came with tighter flows
+I wear expensive clothes got plenty hoes, cause nigga that's all I know
+Like shopping sprees and credit cards, two ways and cellulars
+Smoking blunts and pulling broads, everyday I'm switching cars
+But I'm a superstar like Denzel, but I ain't gone win a Grammy
+I sold a hundred thousand, now I see why niggas can't stand me
+
+(Hook)
+Why y'all haters still mad
+I said I don't know why baby
+Cause Swisha House acting bad
+Why y'all hating the way y'all do
+Why y'all haters still mad
+I said I don't know why baby
+Cause Screwed Up Click acting bad
+Cause Screwed Up Click acting bad
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+All these cars I got to flip one, all these bricks I got to whip one
+All this wood I got to grip some, Texas boys off the hook huh
+Chain and charm with two my ice, project corner with too much weight
+Sleep day time and work at night, making cash is my life
+Sipping Sprite and breaking mics, winning money shaking dice
+Hitting licks and shaking vikes, you want three chickens pay the price
+Bubble light on foreign wheels, iced out grill'll make you chill
+Peanut butter in my Seville, buy a pint and pop a sill
+
+[Lil' Ron]
+Buy a pint and I'll pop a sill, and my blaze chop like a saw-mill
+Y'all hatas mad cause we in a Jag, and that Iceberg got us dressed to kill
+How you feel cause I'm fired up, pour me up another cup
+It's S.U.C. and Swisha House, and them big faces we fold up
+Lil' Ron make you hold up, while I take a trip with Lil' Flip
+Blow'd get you wide up and it'll make your ass run off a cliff
+Kenoe got the track throwed, we making hatas hate us bad
+I'm a Rosewood thug that, keep my pants sagging
+
+(Hook)
+Why y'all haters still mad
+I said I don't know why baby
+Cause Swisha House acting bad
+Why y'all hating the way y'all do
+Why y'all haters still mad
+I said I don't know why baby
+Cause Screwed Up Click acting bad
+Cause Screwed Up Click acting bad
+**************************************************
+Candy On Chrome[Verse 1: Big T]
+I been really trryyiinn' baaabbyy
+Tryin' to come down da slab for sooo looonngg yeah
+And if you feel like T feel baby
+Want cha come on OOH!
+Come on WOO!
+
+[Chorus: Big T]
+Candy on chrome OOOW!
+Candy, candy on chrome
+Slabbed out baby
+Candy on chrrroooommmeee
+Swingas!
+Candy on chrroommee
+WOOHOOHOO!
+
+[Verse 2: Big T]
+We're all in-house playas wit' soooo much to gain
+And it ain't no thang: woooo)
+But since we got to be here, let's swang
+Cuz' I love it, thereeeee's nothin' wrooong
+With T comin' thrroouugghh, baby not at aaaalllll
+Heeey, droppin' my slab with me and you can never go wrong
+Cuz' my slab is true, ooh baby
+I SAY WOO HOO HOO!
+Don't you know how sweet and wonderful chasin' can beeeeee
+WOO HOOOOOOOOO!
+Riiide watchin' streets baby and poppin' trunk wit' meeee
+I SAY WOO WOO, I SAY WOOO!
+I ain't gonna wooorryy cuz' I'm lookin' gooooddd
+Like a playa shhoouulldd gurl
+I said come on come on come on come on come on baby
+Let's floss through the hoooooddd
+OOOOHHH!
+
+[Chorus: Big T]
+I'm ridin' candy on chrome
+HHHOOOOOOOE!
+Candy on chrome
+You know what I'm talkin' aboooout true drop baby
+HEEY HEEEEY!
+And let the slabs come OUT!
+If yoouuu believe in slabs let's get it ooonnn
+WHOOOAA!
+Ridin' on chrome baby, this man is hard yeah
+I'm ridin' on candy chrome: EEEEEEEE!)
+Just candy chrome, HOOW HHOOOWWW!
+
+[Verse 3: Lil' Flip]
+Hey, Southside G's ride nuthin' but reeeed
+You can ask Bevis I get nuthin' but heeaadd
+I drink so much I sleep wit' my cup in da beeedd
+All I gotta do is pop trunk to turn the heeaad
+I'm on 84's and I'm actin' baaadd
+My paint job look like a maxi ppaaaddd
+They call me Lil' Flip mayne I thought you knneeww
+I'm the first one to freestyle 10 minutes on scrreewww
+Me and Big T in da Escalaaddeee
+Like Lil' Troy it's a better wwaaayy
+I ride on chrome each and every daaayy
+Every song I get I'm gettin radio plaayeedd
+I'm only 18, but my candy DRIP
+If you got cavaties don't like ya LIPS
+And the freestyle king is my NICK NAME
+I let my bumper kit HANG, while I grip GRAIN
+
+[Verse 4: Big T]
+I said come on come on come on come on come on DARLIN'
+Let's floss through the hooooooodddd
+OOOHH OOHHH!
+
+[Chorus: Big T]
+CANDY ON CHROME
+I'm ridin' on candy to chrome baby
+Yes I do baby I got to ride on chrome
+CANDY ON CHROME
+You don't have to worry cuz' I'm on da phooooone
+CANDY ON CHHRRROOOMMMEEE
+Cuz' if the 3's move ya' the phones will groove ya'
+CANDY ON CHRROOMMEE
+Woo and let da top on doowwnnn HO HOOOOEEE!
+Get it on, on chrome baby
+I said baby can you feel me
+Cuz' dem choppas be lookin' like
+HO HOOOEEE!
+Oh baby baby can you feeeelll meee
+Ohh yeah cuz dem choppas be lookin' like
+HO HOOOOEEEE!
+**************************************************
+Put Yo Fist Up(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]
+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 ?
+
+[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]
+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
+Fans screaming Lil' Flip at the front of the club
+My nigga Fuzz always greet me 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)
+**************************************************
+Where I’m From[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 niggas down to ride or die
+Niggas don't get high off ya own supply
+Where I'm from niggas pack Glocks and guns
+We invest in bricks-fuck stocks and bonds
+
+Now where I'm from niggas sell crack all day
+And where I'm from niggas be buckin they mac all day
+And where I'm from niggas'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 niggas
+That'll sufforcate you(hard breathing)and leave you in a tub nigga
+Hub niggas 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 niggas sell crack all day
+And where I'm from niggas be buckin they mac all day
+And where I'm from niggas'll hustle and pack all day
+And where I'm from they'll clap off strays better run nigga!
+
+Where I'm from niggas down to ride or die
+Niggas don't get high off ya own supply
+Where I'm from niggas 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, niggas 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 niggas'll pop up where you rest
+Where I'm from it's too much for a man to digest
+Where I'm from niggas lose sleep and get no rest
+Where I'm from it's too much for a man to digest
+Where I'm from niggas 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 niggas down to ride or die
+Niggas don't get high off ya own supply
+Where I'm from niggas pack Glocks and guns
+We invest in bricks-fuck stocks and bonds
+
+Now where I'm from niggas sell crack all day
+And where I'm from niggas be buckin they mac all day
+And where I'm from niggas'll hustle and pack all day
+And where I'm from they'll clap off strays better run nigga!
+**************************************************
+Green Rectanglez(*talking*)
+Sucka Free, Lil' Flip, Scoopastar
+Feel that, I wrote this song bout
+That little green rectangle
+Y'all know what I'm talking about
+
+[Chorus - 2x]
+Money, hoes, that's all a nigga want
+Before you jump in the game, learn your do's and dont's
+You better change your money, don't let money change you
+(Your money gone playa), so what you gon do
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+Now you can act like you rich, and be broke as a clock
+Niggas hustle in my hood, with they dope in they socks
+Niggas hustle in my hood for that green rectangle
+And being on top of your game, is the best angle
+Cause some people get money, and don't know how to act
+Some people get money, and don't know how to stack
+I'm only 18, and I got a Lac and a drop
+Even though I'm rich, I still eat at Jack In The Box
+Some people hustle what it cooks, I'm just taking it raw
+And I ain't never been in jail, I'm good at breaking the law
+Yeah I'm a young b.g., but I'm bumping and grinding
+You can catch me in the studio, dumping and rhyming
+You can check the billboard, I'm jumping and climbing
+And all you can say is Hump and him shining
+You better make your money, don't let money make you
+Cause when you die, where its gon take you nigga
+
+[Scoopastar]
+I been making money, and I know how to keep it
+And I don't cherish money, even though I need it
+If you ain't got no money, playa you in some trouble
+You better learn your do's and dont's, to make your currency level
+The mo' money I collect, the mo' fatles people catch
+While you out there roaching, I'll be catching platinum checks
+Man this money don't make me, I make this money
+I can tell you ain't never had none, cause you acting funny
+Dummy, what you got today, will be gone tomorrow
+I know some niggas that was gon feed us, asking me to borrow
+Follow a broke nigga, and you gon be the next
+I like wrecking hoes, but its salary over sex
+What's next, if your partna turning back all your pennies
+I wonder how them cats'll act, if somebody gave em a Bentley
+I know niggas that change, when they pockets grew
+But when your money gone playa, what you gon do
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+So what you got a little money, and now you capping
+Your chain really white gold, but you swear its platinum
+When you was broke and your gal, use to kick you out
+Who was the one that came through, and didn't stick you out
+Now you running round town, yapping and talking
+I was the nigga down with you, when you was rapping and walking
+So what you got a little deal, being real is worth more
+That's why I stay away from niggas, like a fake shirt store
+Cause when cotton gets fluffy, they quick quack like a ducky
+I made it in this rap game, because I'm blessed and I'm lucky
+I still eat at Kentucky, I'm still wearing Air Macs
+I still carry all my raps, in a black backpack
+I'm still wearing tank socks, I'm still playing John Madden
+I'm still wearing bandanas, with my pant leg barely sagging
+Some niggas claim red, some niggas claim blue
+But whatever you do, don't let money change you
+
+[Chorus - 2x]
+
+(*talking*)
+Y'all don't know what green rectangles is
+Y'all don't know y'all shapes
+The shape of money is a rectangle, feel that
+Niggas acting funny over a piece of paper
+Niggas killing each other over pieces of paper
+You read what you sell, so don't let money change you
+**************************************************
+8 Rulez[Chorus]
+1 - Never let a nigga know yo business
+2 - Always start what you finish
+3 - Stay on yo note don't slip
+4 - Be careful cause these streets are a trip
+5 - Always keep a Glock in yo whip
+6 - Real niggas stick to the script
+7 - Don't slang crack where you stay
+8 - Just don't do it okay
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+In my hood all you see is dope fiends and dope dealers
+Rats and roaches police and 4 wheelers
+Metro's gun shoots piccalo
+30-year-old men swingin drinkin bigalow
+Stop signs but don't nobody ever stop
+Theres ten groups in my hood but don't nobody drop
+Plus the block is hot, and this dope game cold
+Throught rain sleet or snow birds gotta get sold
+
+[Somebody]
+Birds get sold, I stand and watch the game unfold
+My thing gets low, I teach the grain get gain and blowed
+Leave the scene wit no clue
+(Its kinda like you snooze you loose)
+If you don't fuck wit me I ain't fuckin wit you
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+Check the game 'til you see my weapons aim
+Nigga I ain't a rookie I'm a veteran mayne
+
+[Chorus]
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+Hustle for yo whip, stack fo yo mill'
+Buy a cookie cutter then I'm in the wind
+Back to home base, I'm on a paper chase
+I'm not a case catcher so I can't catch a case
+Money on my mind, and how am I gonna get it
+I dress like I'm broke but I'm really running the city
+Bricks turn into crumbs, gallons turn into one
+Narcotics distubuting using guns
+Money, cash, hoes, swangin gas full
+If you don't pay the bills man thats all I know
+Hustlers never sleep and sleepers never hustle
+I'm on the interstate with a brick in my muffler
+Keep it on a low cause niggas be snitchin
+They'll do anything so they won't see prison
+Man you never know yo cousin can be a snitch
+And a month later undercovers taking yo piss
+I'm off the block, somebody better call the cops
+Shippin and handlin, when I'm not feedin the family
+The family don't feed me I feed the family
+
+[Chorus]
+**************************************************
+The Way We Ball (Remix)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, Louisville, Baton Rouge
+Austin, Corpus Christi (This is the way we ball)
+
+(Chorus - 2x)
+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 Texas paid
+(This is the way we ball)
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+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
+
+(Chorus - 2x)
+
+[Lil' Ron]
+Our life is great 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
+
+[Young Redd]
+This year, I'm riding blades wherever I go
+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
+
+(Chorus - 2x)
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+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 shop, 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
+
+(Chorus - 2x)
+**************************************************
+Get Crunk[Intro- Lil' Flip]
+For the ho ass niggas
+This for the niggas, ho ass niggas
+Look at the nigga right next to you, look at him
+Is he real, is that nigga real, is that girl real
+Is that girl real, huh
+
+[Hook 1]
+He a ho, he a ho, he a ho, he a ho
+If that nigga owe you money, he a ho
+She a ho, she a ho, she a ho, she a ho
+If that ho won't let you fuck, she a ho
+He a ho, he a ho, he a ho, he a ho
+If he don't wanna sell you weed, he a ho
+She a ho, she a ho, she a ho, she a ho
+If she don't wanna give you head, she a ho
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+They call me Thunder Cat, cause I got so many hoes
+They call me cookie man, cause I sold so many o's
+Did a lot of shows, made a lot of cash
+Slid out the Benz, jumped in a jag
+Jumped out the Jag, then I hopped in a Hummer
+Guess what I drop, underground this summer
+But get ready, for the shit about to hit the air
+And bitch you ain't smoking endo, so I don't care
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Lil Ron]
+Say Flip, look at all these hoes
+Some are girls, but its niggas also
+I'm tired of getting attention, when walking in places
+Niggas is hating, I'm fin to hurt they faces
+Change the paces, winning the races
+Money I'm making, cookies a nigga baking
+Feeling my status, above average
+Lil Ron be ready for all that static
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+We got automatics, nigga we still thuggin'
+Nigga we still hustlin', all the hoes still loving
+The way that we flowing, the cars that we driving
+The way that we hustle, that's the way we surviving
+Going to shows, going to clubs
+Riding on Blaze, riding on Dubs
+We from the south, we country as hell
+Y'all smoking that brown weed, we got that funky smell
+The dro and the do-do, the blueberry endo
+Riding on low-lows (Flip there go the po-pos)
+
+Step out, let me see your license
+And your insurance (nah, cause)
+
+[Hook 2]
+You a ho, you a ho, you a ho, you a ho
+If the laws pull you over, he a ho
+She a ho, she a ho, she a ho, she a ho
+If she want child support, she a ho
+He a ho, he a ho, he a ho, he a ho
+If he fucked up your car, he a ho
+She a ho, she a ho, she a ho, she a ho
+If she tear up your Bentley she a ho
+
+[Redd]
+I ain't never been the type, to be in love with a ho
+Instead I'm trying to leave, out the club with a ho
+A basket case, I spit in a bastard's face
+Walk in, crash the party, and trash the place
+Fuck it I tried to tell em, some niggas wouldn't like it
+Too bad, you should of seen it coming like a psychic
+Then its, back to the Benz that's sitting on chrome men
+Waving at the hoes, yelling aiight then
+
+[Hook 1]
+
+[David Banner]
+Ki's from over seas, for me that's just some cain
+30 g's and robbing lanes, that's just some change
+Bows from them hoes, you know, that's just them thangs
+Listen to my pimp game, listen to my pimp game
+Yeah fuck em, my nuts let em suck em and let em go
+Mississippi, p-p-p-pimping, mayne fa sho
+Coming down, gripping grain up on the do'
+On the flo man you slow, and not knowing that she's a ho
+You give her all your feelings, she giving me all your do'
+I'm shopping all day, for Polo and hydro
+Weed greed man, her pussy is what you need
+I'll fuck her in the puss, she giving you all them seeds
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+All my down south niggas get crunk (get crunk)
+And all my eastcoast niggas get crunk (get crunk)
+All the westcoast niggas get crunk (get crunk)
+All the up North niggas get crunk (get crunk)
+All the midwest niggas get crunk (get crunk)
+All the K.C. niggas get crunk (get crunk)
+All the H-Town niggas get crunk (get crunk)
+All the Pensacola niggas get crunk (get crunk)
+
+[Redd]
+Whenever you see a ho, point em out (point em out)
+Whenever you see a ho, point em out (point em out)
+Even if you know a ho, point em out (point em out)
+Whenever you see a ho, point em out (point em out)
+
+[David Banner]
+All my Mississippi niggas get crunk (get crunk)
+All my Mississippi niggas get crunk (get crunk)
+All my Mississippi niggas get crunk (get crunk)
+
+(*talking*)
+That's all I know my nigga, nah for real though
+Baton Rouge, you know I'm talkin bout
+Oklahoma coming down and L.A
+**************************************************
+Bounce[Lil' Flip]
+Yea, this track right here making them bounce - y'know
+Jump in the chevy and bounce
+Yea, uh, play ya skillz on the track
+
+[Chorus 2X: Lil' Flip]
+Now bounce for yo click nigga! (bounce)
+Bounce for yo hood and throw it up
+Throw it up, throw it up!!(where you from)
+
+Now bounce for yo town nigga! (bounce)
+It's goin down, throw it up
+Throw it up, throw it up!!(where you from)
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+Now where you from?
+Homey Im from the southside (southside)
+And when I pull up it the maybach and leave your mouthwide (mouthwide)
+You better get your mind correct like the color changing clique
+Before I correct your mind and fuck around and bang your chick (nigga)
+One time for all my ladies, 2 times for all my thugs
+If you wearin a fake jacob you know you a scrub
+You gotta step it up, I got a special cup
+I get my shine on
+But no these ain't no rimestones
+I got my clothing line
+I got my liquor coming
+And if you on a verse each part 1500
+Nigga you do the math
+I never use a cab
+I'm from the dirrty, I rock custom jerseys
+
+[Chorus]
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+I pack a k nigga (k nigga)
+I blow that haze nigga (haze nigga)
+I'll be at frisco fuckin with them bay niggas
+Them niggas bump screw, and they will jump you
+They pick me up from the airport with them pumps foo
+And we ready nigga so bring it on ho
+I be at Harlem nights but don't step on my big toe
+One time for all my gangstas, 2 times for all my wankstas
+I made a lot of yall careers and and yall ain't tell me thank ya
+But Im a grown man, I hold my own man
+Not from ATL but I'm killin Mikes like Killer Mike
+Half the time I don't write
+I just grab an ounce
+Tell play to fresh record
+And watch these niggas bounce
+
+[Chorus]
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+I'm on luda shit, screwed up, track 8
+Plus I did rock n' roll with Fam Lay
+In VA, Norfolk to be exact
+I did a track with Swiss Beats, yea I got that crack
+My niggas got my back
+Yo niggas quick to run
+And leave you there lookin dumb (now that's gangsta)
+One time for all my pimps, 2 times for all my hoes
+I went from gold, white to plat
+Back to rosegold
+
+[Chorus]
+**************************************************
+Sorry Lil’ Mama[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 - Kidd Kidd]
+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 top of 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]
+**************************************************
+Ghetto Mindstate[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
+
+[Hook - 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 niggas 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 niggas 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)
+
+[Hook]
+
+[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
+
+[Hook]
+
+[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
+**************************************************
+Fly Boy[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] 2x
+
+[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] (2x)
+
+[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]
+**************************************************
+Starched And CleanedLet's do it!
+
+[Hook] (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
+
+[Hook] (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!
+
+[Hook] (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
+
+[Hook] (5x)
+**************************************************
+Art of War[Hook - 2x]
+You know my niggas riding, I hope you niggas hiding
+You know my niggas riding, I hope you niggas hiding
+You know my niggas riding, I hope you niggas hiding
+Cause it's the art of war, when our crews colliding
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+You see the pain in my eyes, bitch I ain't never scared
+Lighting a flame, I'm smoking my Jane anywhere
+A lot of niggas, trying to go against Gangus Khan
+Ever since March 27th, I ain't forgetting to bring my gun
+I took one, and I ain't trying to take no mo'
+So befo' you get at me, I'ma get you hoe
+I keep a lot of do', I'm living like the Godfather
+And I just bought three karats, for my god-daughter
+Christian D'ore for my chicks, this rapping shit made me rich
+I smell like Kurt when I pitch, nigga you get it homie
+I be in Orange Mound, drinking yellow drank nigga
+I might be with Quetpuff, and green dank nigga
+You know we getting chedda, like them Get It Boyz
+Any rapper step to me, he will get destroyed
+Cause, I'm the Marvin Gaye of my time
+And if you so hot, why your video ain't retired bitch
+
+[Hook - 2x]
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+Me and Z-Ro the Kings, you better do your math
+And this shit I'm spitting bitch, I ain't use a pad
+I might bruise you bad, just to move your ass
+Come down to Texas, and I bet the crowd boo your ass
+Atlantic got you gassed nigga, you ain't hotter than Twista
+Jail don't make you a gangsta, and neither do a pistol
+Hood beef is hood beef, we 'spose to keep it in the hood
+This nigga ain't from Houston Texas, why y'all make him look good
+I can tell he ain't real, cause when the cameras come on
+He gotta put his grill in, and pat his make-up on
+Huh no homos we got 4-4's, fo' Hummers sitting on Mo-Mo's
+In the lab, me and Tow Down stay blowing dro
+We ride around in them drops, sixteen switches it hop
+Now stop, I know you looking at my watch whoo
+Now it's time for me, to end this verse
+Because I'm tired nigga, since I'm the boss than you fired nigga
+
+[Hook - 2x]
+
+[Z-Ro]
+Y'all know my niggas riding
+On the frontline none of my niggas hiding
+Gliding on 22 inches when I'm riding
+Custom made jewelry from Johnny got me blinding
+Hold up my nigga you don't wanna run up
+That's when the Mo City militia hold they guns up
+Fuck around and stab a nigga like my name Young Buck
+Yeah I know you cats think to figga wanna fuck up
+See me running round on my big ass rims
+Black top blue jeans and black and brown Tim's
+Cream as the seas big guns under them
+Ridgemont hardheads y'all don't want none of them
+And not a boss nigga in my hood can't leave
+Fuck around and make it when a sucker can't breathe
+Ridgevan is all which y'all fellas
+Can't bleed that block, will get you bitches D-E-A-D
+These days on the topic is the barber shop
+Like if they ain't talk about me they hard to stop
+But I'm a real nigga plus I like to squab a lot
+Made niggas go to Herman and then talk a lot
+Give a fuck if a nigga wanna squab or not
+Could pay your job for an Antonio Tarver shot
+Wanna pistol play with me better bar they lot
+Just wanna pull up in them unmarked cars a lot
+Finna punish everybody on your block right now
+Bitch niggas try to make it out of sight right now
+Bout to be acquainted with the bright light right now
+Bro you think you got hands we could fight right now
+It's the King of the Ghetto and them Clover G'z
+Late night at the studio blowing trees
+About to jump in the pick-up and let the guns sick 'em
+When they find your ass we gon be overseas
+
+[Hook - 2x]
+**************************************************
+Can’t U Tell[Talking]
+Ay I know alot of y'all niggas wonderin', haha
+Is this nigga doin good? (yup)
+Is this nigga really ridin spinners? (yup), hah
+I tell them niggas 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 niggas 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
+Niggas 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]
+**************************************************
+Way We Ball (Remix)(*talking*)
+Heeeey hooo, this is the way we ball
+(this the way we ball), this ain't the regular version man
+This is the remix y'all (the remix), I got my boy E-40
+In the house man (fa shiggidy), you know
+We just gon spit a little game, (juts a little bit though)
+I had to change the hook up a little bit (just a little bit)
+
+[Hook - 2x]
+This is the way we ball
+And we like to floss, all my diamonds gloss
+(tricka-wy-yow), I represent the Dirty South
+And we riding Blaze, Jags and Escalades
+I'm Third Coast born, but you know I'm Texas made
+
+[Lil Flip]
+Lil Flip, I'm back on this track
+But this time around, E-40 got my back
+You know we popping collars, hitting sixteen switches
+And after my show, I'm taking fifteen pictures
+With fourteen chicks, and they all from Mexico
+When they saw the Sprewells, they said let's go
+Now we smoking sweets yep, thirteen grams
+Now I'm doing donuts, in a orange Lam
+Borghini on Dubs, cruising through the club
+Trying to find a chick, who like fucking with a thug
+I've never been a scrub, I always had do'
+But now I'm with Sony, so I got a little mo'
+Now we acting bad, when we pulling off the lot
+I treat my car like a stripper, watch me drop the top
+I'm doing 85, going down to Sea World
+Me, E-40, Hump, Redd and my homie C-Note
+
+[Hook - 2x]
+
+[E-40]
+Chick up on my wrist, mustard and mayonnaise kicks
+Vogue tires, E-40 and the Click
+Me and Lil Flip, drinking and we sip
+Dome pliers, trying to get a grip
+On this industry, P-I-M-P-ing
+Talk slicker, than the average MC
+Players from the track, females on my lap
+Dog, this is the way we ball
+
+[Hook - 2x]
+
+[Lil Flip]
+I'm swanging about to rip the kizzerp, sipping on my sizzyrup
+And on the back of my throwback, it say Larry Bizzird
+And on the back of my Jordans, it say Louis Vaton
+And on the back of my shirt, it say We Are One
+And on the back of my jacket, it say Burberry man
+(say, what's that smell), that's blueberry man
+So puff puff pass, cause that's all we know
+I drink purple stuff, like my homie Big Moe
+I'm leaning to the left, about to waste my cup
+But I got another fo', so I don't give a fuck
+I've been having paper, cause I grind everyday
+And since I'm in a big body, nigga get out my way
+
+[Hook - 2x]
+**************************************************
+Whut Up Now[talking]
+1,2,there's that nigga house right there 3
+You see that nigga 4-*machine gun shooting*
+Yeah Ohhhh!
+
+I ride on my enemies-I ride on my enemies
+It's time to ride on my enemies
+
+I ride on my enemies-I ride on my enemies
+It's time to ride on my enemies
+Be outside ya crib nigga
+
+[Verse 1-Lil'Flip]
+Whut Up Now nigga I heard you was yappin ya jaws
+So you know we ain't fuckin with y'all
+So how you wanna do it cause I'm ready for war
+I'm like Steven Segal I'm above the law
+Uhhh this ole pussy ass nigga tryed to rob my connect
+Now my hood fucked up cause we all in debt
+I had a load comin in at a quater till 9
+I put my bitch on a train cause she tired of flyin
+I caught this nigga at the crib with his wife and shit
+She blind till the fact she don't know the life he live
+Stick up kids die fast in this live of crime
+Everybody got rights so I'm a fight for mine
+I got the right to pack a gun with my beam and shit
+So don't ever ever disrespect my team and shit
+And I don't care about how much coke you move
+Cause I know you flip alittle but you smoke it too
+And when you go against me you suppose to lose
+When we erase you ya wife,and kids suppose to move
+Bang bang motherfucker when I hit ya block
+Runnin full corpress wet or without the rock bitch
+
+[Hook-Will-Lean]
+Whuts Up Now nigga I heard you wanna squash the beef
+Whuts Up Now nigga it's too late I'm off the leash
+So how you wanna do it,get prepared and grab ya vest
+Cause when I dump the pump slugs crash ya chest
+
+[Verse 2-Will-Lean]
+I'm a killer by all means I'm packin clips
+With arterillary that'll make you do a backwards flip
+Catch you on the strip-PLOW crack ya whip
+Slangin that death plus I gave the mac to flip
+Now let's go and show e'm how we handle the beef
+Takin off Botany Boys and I'll dismantle ya street
+Motorized stash box in the panel on the jeep
+This not the Appolo nigga amatuer week
+You say got wieght but never touched a ki
+You say you ran a block but never touched the streets
+I'm a nightmare I'll fuck you up in your sleep
+Bad dreams of empty things bust the rap and repeat
+
+[Hook-Z Ro]
+Whut Up Now nigga I heard y'all was talkin down on my name
+Talkin down on my name-talkin down on my name
+Whut Up Now nigga bitch I'm comin to see you simple and plain
+To see you simple and plain-I'm comin to bust ya brain
+Whut Up Now nigga y'all don't wanna see me with this tommy gun
+If I shoot it y'all gotta run that bullet proof want stop it none
+Y'all don't wanna see me with this tommy gun
+If I shoot it y'all gotta run that bullet proof want stop it none
+
+[Verse 3-Z Ro]
+If somebody gotta problem with me come and address it
+If the shoe fits it then walk in it I'm talkin to Texas
+See I'm from a section where we kill each other for practice
+So I keep the AJ-AK right under my matress
+Don't let the gold and the diamonds fool you
+I promise it's nothin for ya family to lose you
+I run with my Asshole By Nature niggas Trae and Lil Boss
+Look I just got the word from niggas that Austin dropped in the south
+We don't even much know these niggas they just dissin us for publicity
+But we gonna give e'm a beat down when we catch up with e'm eventually
+Whut Up Now nigga you was tryna get my attention now you got it
+Now the real guerrilas on the way to you and you can't do nothin about it
+I gotta lot of problems but a beef ain't one
+Cause I been known to pay niggas back what I owed e'm with my guns
+And I always got e'm with me bitch you better get ya weapon
+**************************************************
+I’m a Balla (Flip My Chips)I stay lit, I talk shit, and back it up
+'Cuz I'm a balla, my money, you can't match it up
+
+[Chorus]
+Lil' Flip, Flip, Flip
+I like to flip my chips, flip my chips, flip my chips, flip my chips, flip my chips, flip my chips, flip my chips, flip my chips
+I like to flip my chips, flip my chips, flip my chips, flip my chips, flip my chips, flip my chips, flip my chips, flip my chips
+'Cuz I'ma, I'ma balla
+I'ma, I'ma balla
+I'ma ba.., I'ma ba..., I'ma, I'ma balla
+I'ma, I'ma, I'ma balla
+I'ma, I'ma balla
+I'ma ba..., I'ma ba..., I'ma, I'ma balla
+[etc.]
+Hey, I gotta big chain, big name, black watch, blue range
+In my concerts, we 50 deep like Wu-Tang
+Drop top with hella screens, platinum grill, yellow ring
+Get a mil, split a mil
+Break it down with my team
+Every pistol got a beam
+Every nigga got a scheme
+'Cuz every empire got a star with a dream
+We makin' green, puffin' green, drinkin' lean
+We digital scales, no more triple beams
+
+[Chorus w/ liberties]
+Hey, I got the Clover G watch, Clover G shirt
+Lucky Nike's liquor, clover girl shirts
+Mack 10 loaded
+I stay focused
+I'm worldwide, ya'll niggas local
+Plaques on my wall, rims on my car, Louie 13 all in my bar
+I got loot, 0-6 coupes, press one button, the roof went poof
+(Hey) you know Lil' Flip go Platinum everytime
+I like money so I stay on the grind
+I'm doin' fine, I took a break, now I'm back
+I do you like a magazine, you'll get smacked
+{Chorus w/ liberties]
+**************************************************
+Never Take Me Alive(*talking*)
+Yeah, you'll never take a nigga like me alive nigga
+I'm a soldier nigga, I ain't the type of nigga that complain nigga
+I roll with the punches ya dig, my nigga Z-Ro on the track
+I got my nigga Will-Lean, in the building
+The Black Al Kapone, is in the building nigga
+You know the label, Clover G's is the label that pays me
+
+[Will-Lean]
+I'ma slip and slide, this clip inside
+This 4-5 focused on your face, then split the side
+Cause this infrared gon chase, and follow your ride
+It's beef I'm serving nigga, so swallow your pride
+Will-Lean the Chemist boy, you know the name
+Screwed Up Click afilliated, who showed you the game
+Lyrical assault like my Glock, spitting holes through your frame
+Like the dope and the caine, running through your nose and your veins
+I'm throwing out flames, like a gallon of propane
+With a guillotine nigga, that'll open your brain
+Open the range on your spot, stand and scoping your stang
+Call the cops, I'll have you wishing and begging to open they canes
+Watch your mouth nigga, when you speaking my name
+I'm deep in the streets, so you know I'm deep in the game
+They'll find your remains, dumped beaten and slained
+A Clover G motherfucker, block bleeding this game
+
+[Hook - 2x]
+You'll never take me alive
+How many homies in the hood, down to ride
+You swallow a bullet bitch, or swallow your pride
+You better tell these niggas, that I'm from the Southside
+Nigga, you damn right
+
+[Black Al Kapone]
+Kapone gon ride with my G's, till these wheels fall off
+And when our wheels fall off, we gon kill y'all boys
+We some game spitters, bitch getters hit niggas
+Six figgas fir this ice, this is our life you nigga
+Push a Maybach, in dry weather
+Ever since I got shot, I keep my Baretta (nigga you better)
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+Cause the streets, ain't a mo'fucking joke
+It's like the City of God, lil' kids'll kill you for a bag of dope
+The Southside in this bitch, and we all high
+You want beef, them bullets fly and y'all all die
+Cause I don't think you understand, who you fucking with
+Since I was 10, I was taught not to trust a bitch
+This rapping made me rich, I know you hate that
+Three million in nine months, can you make that
+I'm clocking do' and copping O's, of that white widow
+I catch you in your sleep, and leave your brains on your pillow
+So stop fronting, like I won't pop heat
+Cause it's 25 guns, if I'm fifty deep
+And it's 25 knives, I'll poke you nigga
+I'm a worldwide player, you a local nigga
+You better play your position, before you come up missing
+Cause my niggas put in work, and homie ain't no snitching
+Oh yeah did I mention, y'all can kiss my ass
+And I own a Maybach, so you can keep that Jag
+
+[Trae]
+It ain't too many that'll ride for me, so I'ma keep this beat put to my back
+On the blocks repping A.B.N., full time and it ain't no doubt about that
+I done seen the worst, seen niggas get dropped in a hearse
+Seen niggas try to get self on wax, and get fucked off trying to sell a verse
+Really they tripping, speaking on my name will get you put in situations
+Anticipations of a ass-whooping, so now you sitting back waiting
+Hold up cat the Mack cocked back what you talking, G-type shit that's what I'm walking
+Some of these niggas wanna try to blend in, then end up getting outlined in chalk and
+Now what was that all about our cutters, swear that you was running shit
+But now you done metaled with these guerillas, why the fuck is you running bitch
+It ain't hard to see that we bone hard, just like my nigga named Curtis
+And for that I gotta greet ya, Asshole niggas at your service
+
+[Z-Ro]
+Now it been too many niggas lately, acting like they wanna do me some harm
+But since I'm always heavily armed, it just remain cool to keep my calm
+Promise it ain't nothing for me to drop a bomb, on a whole block
+Everybody saying all sides, is about to recieve a series of callico shots
+So recievingmissly y'all ain't gon never take me alive
+I'ma squeeze and make a nigga leak in the street
+Cutter from push-up's and backarms
+That's why I knock out niggas teeth in the streets
+I stay focused and pack all three of my guns, I'm complete when I creep
+These hoes love the D-Boy, so it make they pussy get wet and leak when I speak
+If I gotta make an appearance, you better believe it'll be brief and discrete
+Hop in the murder mobile, and slide through like a thief in the N-I-G-H-T
+It's so many motherfuckers mad, cause I got money at first it was funny
+But I bet if they could catch me slipping, they would try to take it from me
+But I got news for ya, they gon see picking out a suit and shoes for ya
+I'm bout, to get rude with ya
+Bitch I'ma keep on clocking cash
+Keeping the Khakis creased cruising quickly in the Crentley
+Y'all niggas ain't never gon take me alive
+As soon as I clear this bitch it's empty
+
+[Hook - 2x]
+**************************************************
+Find My Way(feat. Robin Andre)
+
+[Chorus:]
+Tell me why
+I can't see where I'm goin
+No
+When everybody else sees
+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
+
+[Lil Flip:]
+Will you listen to my music do you feel my shit
+Look I don't need punch lines cuz I live my shit
+A lot of cats sellin their soul for radio play
+That's why we need more rappers like Common n Kanye
+Nigga 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 truency
+But now I'm puttin money back in my community
+I took my homies out the hood n now they got jobs
+Cuz there's more to life then dodgin cop cars
+I played the block hard n now I play the pop charts
+But now I'm getting dumb money cuz I got smart
+
+[Chorus:]
+Tell me why
+I can't see where I'm goin
+No
+When everybody else sees
+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
+
+[Lil Flip:]
+Hey yo I never seen a man cry til I seen a man die
+So when you talk to me look me in my damn eyes
+Cuz I been through it all and my scars prove it
+Cuz when it come to that paper homie Ima do it
+I just rhyme part time you better know it
+These lines commin from my mind so I never wrote it
+I keep my nine by my spine so I never show it
+Yeah im addicted to pine but I never grow it
+And the reason I got signed is cuz im a poet
+Half of my niggas doin time but im focused
+Thats why im stayin on the grind if u haven't noticed
+That old cadillac transformed fully loaded
+
+[Chorus:]
+Tell me why
+I can't see where I'm goin
+No
+When everybody else sees
+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
+
+When ya new album drop everybody ya friend
+Niggas actin like they down but I know they pretend
+I used to scrape up money for studio time
+I'm like Jay-Z homie I remember my rhymes
+Ain't nobody helped me out when my cash was low
+My bills commin to fast so I had to blow
+And I walked by fate not by sight
+Cuz I know G-O-D will guide me right
+I take the bitter with the sweet I know u feel my pain
+Why we gotta get harassed when we board the plane
+I ain't tryin to preach to ya but I hope you relate
+Cuz even at a dead end you gotta find your way
+OK
+OK
+
+[Chorus:]
+Tell me why
+I can't see where I'm goin
+No
+When everybody else sees
+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
+
+[Lil Flip: talking]
+Yeah
+I wanna dedicate this track right here to my grandparents
+You know
+They stuck with me
+Through thick n thin
+You know what I'm sayin since day one
+I got my family
+You know I ain't got no back problem
+So I dedicated this to you
+Pray to God you gonna find a way
+Holla back
+**************************************************
+Like a Pimp (G Mix)Clover G's, bitch nigga
+We make them girls get down on the floor
+We make them girls get down on the floor
+Like a pimp, yeh, yeh
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+As I walk in the do' I'm watchin' hoes on the flo'
+Niggas dressed in fake throwbacks trickin' all they dough
+Me, I'm a pimp I ain't payin' for no ass
+I rather be, in the Clover tryna count cash
+I got alotta hoes, and they carry all my weed
+You give that hoe yo money and she bring it straight to me
+Got a bigger pimp cup, got a bigger Escalade
+You know how we do that shit it gotta be a better way
+Run the rap game used to run a crap game
+Niggas can't even go low ain't that a damn shame
+I blew up in a couple of years
+Got drunk wid a couple of beers
+Sold crack wid a couple of peers
+I'm the king of the year
+
+[Will Lean]
+I make them sluts lick down on my pole
+You can take a hoe of the streets but not a hoe, out a hoe
+Will Lean yeh I know, and I'm all about my dough
+I'm on the block everyday and I'm pushin' that snow
+On the road nigga pimpin' these bitches
+Niggas hittin' switches leavin' jackers up in ditches
+I'm givin' niggas stitches if they fuckin' wid my dough
+It's the Chemist (and Lil' Flip and we don't love them hoes)
+Cause nigga I'm a pimp so hoe bring me my green
+Fore I slap yo ass bitch wid my iced out pinky ring
+
+[Hook]
+We make them drops squat low on the flo'
+We make them drops squat low on the flo'
+Like a pimp, like a pimp
+We make them girls get down on the flo'
+Here we go
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+Now don't you hate them old, lyin' ass niggas
+Actin' like they all gangsta
+You ain't rollin' wid no triggas
+That's why you ain't got no figgas
+That's why you ain't got no deal
+You playin' with the wrong nigga
+But you ain't got no skill
+
+[Will Lean]
+Yeh for real grab the K's and kill
+I got that four, fifth steel and I sprays at will
+You lil bitch bust ya head, like I'm poppin' a pill
+Take you out, with the chopper on top of the hill
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+We make 'em, swallow the nut so, follow the Benz
+You can, call all your friends tell 'em to, swallow my friends
+We can, do this again when I, come to your town
+But when you see me at a show bitch don't hunt me down
+When I come around I want that dro I want yo hoes
+I do that show, this year, I ain't doin' no more promos
+
+[Outro]
+Haha, yeh Lil' Flipper nigga
+You know Clover G's nigga
+Will Lean the Chemist, Will like a pimp
+I got a bigger pimp cup now
+David Banner go get that nigga album nigga
+You know how we do it nigga, yeh yeh yeh
+Play and Skillz, check out them niggas
+Oh yeh my album comin' too you gotta feel me
+**************************************************
+Throw Up Yo’ HoodWhoa, whoa, haha
+This what I want you to do
+I want you to go to the bar, go to the bar
+And find the most expensive drink
+Po' it on the nigga you don't like, haha, whoo, whoo
+Yeah, yeah, we ain't come here to rock the crowd nigga
+We came here to start a fuckin' fight, bitch
+You know how we do it, uh, uh, Clover G's, uh oh
+
+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, spit a couple of rhymes
+And them niggas young, fly, got a couple of knives
+I'm ahead of my time cause I stay on my grind
+Cause most niggas be lettin' hoes play with their mind
+But not me, cause homey don't play that
+You see me with a strap on me, go spray that
+Shit where your face at, you talk and I take that
+You talkin' out the side of your neck, don't make me break that
+Slap you, slap him, clap you, clap him
+Cause I ain't got time for all that wrestlin'
+I'm just a cool dude when I'm in a good mood
+But when I'm pissed off my attitude is 'fuck you'
+I'm like a tattoo, I never go away
+That's why I ride with a tec and a throwaway
+
+All my niggas and my bitches
+Throw your hood in the motherfuckin' air, throw it up
+And if y'all get money like we get money
+Let me hear y'all scream 'oh yeah'
+All my niggas and my bitches
+Throw your hood in the motherfuckin' air, throw it up
+And if y'all smoke wee like we smoke weed
+Let me hear y'all scream 'oh yeah'
+
+Throw your hood up nigga, and tear the club up
+While I'm in the parking lot tryna tear my dubs up
+I'm cadillac pimpin' like the YoungBloodz
+So come to Texas and smoke the best bud, nigga
+I got what you want, I got what you need
+And can't nobody throw a party like me
+So, quit your frontin' and quit your cappin'
+See that's why you ? cats never flip to platinum
+
+All my niggas and my bitches
+Throw your hood in the motherfuckin' air, throw it up
+And if y'all get money like we get money
+Let me hear y'all scream 'oh yeah'
+All my niggas and my bitches
+Throw your hood in the motherfuckin' air, throw it up
+And if y'all smoke wee like we smoke weed
+Let me hear y'all scream 'oh yeah'
+
+All my niggas and my bitches
+Throw your hood in the motherfuckin' air, throw it up
+And if y'all get money like we get money
+Let me hear y'all scream 'oh yeah'
+All my niggas and my bitches
+Throw your hood in the motherfuckin' air, throw it up
+And if y'all smoke wee like we smoke weed
+Let me hear y'all scream 'oh yeah', oh yeah
+**************************************************
+Lil Flip Freestyle | LA Leakers Freestyle #029[Verse]
+Fuck with me and get some money
+Yeah I fuck with King Johnny
+100K, that's my ring money
+And you ain’t gon' take a thing from me
+Man, I'm from H-town
+We start shootin’, you should lay down
+You wouldn't wanna jump up
+I lay rappers down when the pump up
+Here is something I can't understand
+I could just kill a man
+On the east coast, man I fuck with Killa Cam
+You want a verse, you better take yo' ass to MoneyGram
+I love multiplyin', fuck subtractin' numbers
+Email me the trackin' number
+And I'ma send your verse back
+I bodied it, I should send a hearse back
+I’m back up in the booth again
+Like Beanie Sigel, I gotta spit the truth again
+I got the wraith, had to get the coupe again
+Like Stockton, I could shoot again
+Tell me where you want to go
+I got some killers down in Mexico
+They’ll meet you at the Texaco
+Turn your body to a vegetable
+Now you can't think, now you can’t move
+I'm the king, dog, so I can't lose
+Got hits like Babe Ruth
+Kill shit like Rae Carruth
+You ain't never seen me
+In a cambo Lamborghini
+All the cars I got, man, I paid for it
+Take some from me, man we spray for it
+You know I love to trap a lot
+I’m from Houston, the same town as Rap-A-Lot
+I took the cops on a car chase
+At fifteen, I'm jammin' Geto Boys and Scarface
+I think my mind playin' tricks on me
+I think they tryin' to blend some bricks on me
+Man I got hits homie
+Scratch that, I got classics, [?]
+BMI, that's TMI, too much information
+This is dedication
+I ain't never sold my soul, everything went gold
+Then I went to platinum, I ain't cappin'
+Still in the muhfuckin' booth with the rhymes
+Sold a lot of work, never did a line
+A legend like Morris Day and The Time
+These rappers transform like Optimus Prime
+I'ma stay the same
+Got a smart brain, money'll never make me change
+In the booth I go deranged, I get crazy
+I ain't these other rappers, dog, I ain't lazy
+I work for myself, build shirts for myself
+You got beef, I squirt for myself
+Take the K out the shelf, don't play about the wealth
+Turn your favorite rapper into a patty melt
+Flip 'em over, do it from the clover
+Fourteen, pulled up in a Range Rover
+I'll murk you before this shit change over
+Made five million dollars off of Game Over
+Made eight million dollars off of Sunshine
+I'm from the south, I could freestyle and do a punchline
+Man, I'll murder these rappers
+Name one, man, I never heard of these rappers
+This a freestyle, dog, I ain't write this
+I'ma smoke a whole seven, that's a Mike Vick
+I ain't never been a rookie but I smoke cookies
+Gangsta in my hood just like Tookie
+Want to see a dope show? You should book me
+I turn your forehead into a pussy
+When I pull out the Glock 9
+I ain't stoppin', I don't even stop at stop signs
+I'ma keep goin', got the codeine homie
+I'ma keep pourin', money keep growin'
+Chia Pet style, jet style
+I got a cult, David Koresh style
+I'm crazy, don't play me bitch
+They worship me, they atheist
+I'm a king, I'm a god with this freestyle
+Used to put my weed in black and milds
+I'm on some other shit, other other shit
+Just like a orgy, you better find out who you fuckin' wit'
+I show up to yo' motherfuckin' front do'
+Take you on a chase like OJ in his bronco
+Hey I'm on the news, paid a lot of dues
+We make the rules, we don't play by the rules
+I do what I want, move how I wanna
+Sippin' syrup and blowin' that marijuana
+Good shit, like Ace, I be on some hood shit
+I'm from H-town, we be grippin' wood bitch
+Oh I got a splinter, this wraith is mine nigga
+This not a rental, I bite and scratch niggas
+Just like a bengal, paint drippin' red
+On it's menstrual, candy red shit
+Excellent adventure, Bill and Ted shit
+On my med shit, I got street cred bitch
+I got shooters, shooters in every city
+We smoke dutches and we smoke phillies
+Smoke the cone, favorite rap group is Bone
+And 8-Ball and MJG and Sweet Jones
+And Bun B, if a rapper ever jump me
+We gon' come back, turn it to 22 Jump Street
+Everybody fucked up, double cups up
+Shoot him in his guts, pull out the nunchucks, what the fuck
+Here's a uppercut, I did songs with Young Buck
+And I ain't never blow my money, I'm not a dumb fuck
+I got songs with 50, I got songs with Game
+I- I don't care where I'm at, I ain't tuckin' my chain
+This that real shit, independence day like Will Smith
+Who the dopest freestyler? You should say Lil Flip
+I go to Pappadeaux when I want some shrimp
+Like, space, my name was on the blimp
+The world is mine, I can wink my eye, nigga
+And your girl is mine, but I don't want her, I just want a billion
+Stars in the ceiling, man I'm in the wraith, ay
+Like Snoop Dogg, nigga, murder was the case, yeah
+Play with me, you end up on Nancy Grace, yeah
+This codeine, baby, do you want a taste? yeah
+This the purple, I'm not commercial
+We move slow, sorta like the Ninja Turtles
+But give me pizza and I smoke a little reefer
+Fifth grade, I used to watch Moesha
+Skipped school, some of my partnas crip, some pyru
+I'm a gangsta, homeboy, that don't apply to you
+When I'm on the mic, nigga I don't lie to you
+You fake, that's what you try to do
+LA Leakers, man they fuckin' with the king
+Milk does the body good but why I still sip the lean though?
+I'm a motherfuckin' star like Ringo
+We get work and I mean blow
+Boss enjoy this shit, man we move this shit
+Don't make me throw a couple 'bows like I'm Ludacris
+Move bitch, get out the way
+Before I have to crooked up your toupee
+With a Tech 9, Cloverland my hood, I'ma rep mine
+Yeah nigga this shit is in my mind
+A legend like Bruce Springsteen
+My car got a mind of her own, I call her Christine
+That bitch'll crank up, we could shoot pool
+Pull out the stick nigga, watch me bank stuff
+Favorite rapper, Jadakiss and MJG
+Pimp tight, I'm the K-I-N-G
+King Life, the newest fuckin' record label
+I'm connected in the streets just like cables
+WIFI, ain't no need to high side
+We walk up, we don't do no drive-bys
+We peel off, this permanent
+I can't never take my grill off unless I go spend 50k
+Got a bag, fixed up my shit, right?
+Still representin' Screwed Up Click, right?
+Pull a knife out, stabbed him in his windpipes
+I'm a hustler, I ain't tryin' to wear no pinstripes
+I'ma get a billion dollars and put the finger up
+Gettin' a lot of cream, put them zingers up
+H-town nigga, that's where I come from
+You better keep a chopper, nigga, fuck a stun gun
+I don't even want you that close to me
+I'm a shrimp nigga, don't bring no roast to me
+When it come to freestyle, you should toast to me
+I'm H-town's own, I'm a clover G
+Acappella shit, I don't need no beat
+I smoke it out the pipe, I don't need no sweet
+I still run shit and I don't need no feet
+Still sippin' codeine and I don't need no sleep
+Man this freestyle shit, I do it with my eyes closed
+I been makin' money since I was five years old
+In the studio with the toolio
+Livin' in a gangsta paradise like Coolio
+Four more bars and I'ma end this shit
+I'm like Shaq shootin' free throws, this is bricks
+All up in my stash spot, I got more motherfuckin' keys than a laptop
+Used to watch Matlock, 'bout to break the padlock
+Still up in the do', vicious with this shit, you should call me Cujo
+This a new flow, nigga, I ain't remember this
+H-town shit and I'm on my December shit
+Cold hearted nigga, Mozart a nigga
+That mean I play keys, 400 degrees
+Just like Juve, smoke a blunt to a doobie
+If I can't go to the club with my toolie, deucie
+**************************************************
+You’z a TrickWoah, Woah, Woah (You'z A Trick)
+Woah, Woah, Woah Here we go!
+
+[Chorus: repeat 4X]
+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 niggas 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)
+**************************************************
+I Need 2 Find My Way[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
+Niggas 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 niggas 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
+Niggas 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
+**************************************************
+Never Let the Game GoSay Mike Dean, dig these blues..
+
+[Z-Ro]
+Here I go again, running off at the mouth about busters
+Motherfuckers just mad at me, cause they diamonds ain't up in clusters
+Too many times I done paid my dues, giving a damn still paying 'em fool
+Could it be the reason I'm so cold in the rap game, this motherfucking pain
+I'm screaming Jesus, I need a better way of life
+Cause at the rate I travel now, I can't decipher day from night
+Still the King of the Ghetto, the ghetto is where I lay my head at
+Evade FED's at, and break bread at
+These son of my bitches got a nigga fucked up, my attitude is already rude
+And too many people make me paranoid, so I wet a bitch and I wet a dude
+Straight like that I don't give a damn, I'm gangstafied from Toderhead enough said
+Flipping in a gangsta ride and when it get gangsta, a gangsta will bust heads
+It's in my blood I'm a mo'fucking thug, even though I know better
+My only love is for my guerillas, and for the cheddar
+So all you mark ass niggas, get the fuck up out of dodge
+Get your life right with God, then if you want war let's go to war
+
+[Z-Ro]
+It be a bunch of drama, on my block
+My partna accidently shot his mama, on my block
+Trying to survive in the land of the lost, hoping I could at least find me
+Cause back in high school, ain't nan one of my teacher reached me
+I wan't cutting up in class, I had money on my mind
+Visualizing a motherfucking come up, ready to get up and grind
+Chasing paper like a motherfucker, me and buddy Ro
+Moving ounce after ounce, after ounce of that yayo
+Making money what I love to do, but my freedom is pending
+And if I get caught slipping, my freedom is ending nigga I'm playing it safe
+One hundreds and fifties, and twenties and tens and fives
+And ones up in my safe, 3-57 and a 4-0
+And a 4-4 up in my waist, a maniac
+Trigga happy, and don't give a fuck what I be aiming at
+Ridgemont for li' forever, I'm claiming that
+(Ridgemont for li' forever, I'm claiming that)
+
+[Z-Ro]
+My niggas be killing eachother, behind these busted bitches
+I would rather be spending my time in a drop top, something live on switches
+With a sack of that shit, so I can calm my nerves down
+Dealing with bitch nigga after bitch nigga, I'm ready to release rounds
+Out of the mini-one form I shoot till it's over with, ain't nobody gon stood up
+Another one bites the dust I'm throwing that P.U.D. up, nigga what
+I'm ready to kill and I'm ready to die, the cause for my life
+The reason I'm anti-social, and built a wall around my life
+Ain't nobody with me, Z-Ro the Crooked in the flesh
+Mo City Texas ain't no fashion show, niggas come to give me death
+It'll be a battleground, with nothing but dead enemies or myself
+Cause when I be clicking, I be feeling a strange energy within myself
+I never be giving a damn about it, because it be feeling so live
+And if I be doing that there, don't fuck with me and take me out of my vibe nigga
+Ten-nine-eight-seven-six-five-fo'
+Never gonna let the game go, fa sho
+**************************************************
+They Call Me F.L.I.P.[Verse 1]
+
+I'ma tell you like this
+You a bitch and I know it
+How you get out of jail early?
+You a snitch, I can show it
+There go my dick
+You can blow it since it stay on your mind
+I know niggas that don't like you
+Then stay in your time
+
+**Beat stops**
+Lil Flip talking:
+This yo boy Lil Flip man
+With DJ Ideal, it's part two of this shit man
+Y'all keep y'all ears open man
+We ain't droppin nothing but the hot shit
+*gun click* Now who they want?
+Flip, biatch!
+
+**Beat continues**
+
+I know about your mixtape
+And verse on Trick shit
+Nigga I'm a warrior, you are just a misfit, get it?
+A black fitted, black gloves and black [?]
+The difference between me and you is I pack clubs
+I had a traffic packed up, 23 blocks
+My entourage pulling up in 23 drops
+And everybody on my team got a nice watch
+They got their own chains
+Plus I gave 'em all gang
+You told Atlantic not to flip the verse you did for Buck
+And Ludacris murdered your ass, niggas know you
+But old ass kissin' nigga tryna' get some hype
+Bitch, you could be in rat hole, but they call me...
+
+[Hook]
+F.L.I.P. man these lame ass niggas
+Ain't fuckin' with me
+F.L.I.P. these niggas mad cause
+My crib cost three point three
+F.L.I.P. I'm the freestyle king of the SUC
+F.L.I.P. I got niggas in every state
+Reppin' Clover G
+
+[Verse 2]
+
+Yo, this nigga Clifford think he a don like me
+You ain't dodge five shots, and take one like me
+You ain't do screwed tapes, you just a rapping, nigga
+Look, you a gold artist, I'm a platinum, nigga
+3 PDOs retired, nigga I ain't falling off
+Niggas need to come together
+To represent the south
+Cause there's too much money
+To be made to be beefin'
+Cause I just made a hundred grand this weekend
+I made jobs for my niggas worth to fuck
+I got my nigga 380, drivin' all my trucks
+And he'd lay a nigga down
+If I gave him the word
+I'm always in first place, I can never be third
+I moved birds in high school
+Y'all niggas just doin' it
+And that's all you rap about
+Y'all just ruined it
+I got niggas on the block
+Tryna' get paid
+You [?] out the pump
+You can know that they call me...
+
+[Hook]
+F.L.I.P. man these lame ass niggas
+Ain't fuckin' with me
+F.L.I.P. these niggas mad cause
+My crib cost three point three
+F.L.I.P. I'm the freestyle king of the SUC
+F.L.I.P. I got niggas in every state
+Reppin' Clover G
+
+[Outro: Funkmaster Flex]
+That's right y'all!
+**************************************************
+White CupWhite, 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'?
+**************************************************
+La La La[Hook]
+Lil' Flip always smokin' that la la la
+Will Lean always smokin' that la la la
+Play-hef always smokin' that la la la
+It's Clover G's and you know my lullaby, come on
+Excuse me bitch, you know I'm rich
+So don't snitch about how I hustle
+Cause I got muscle, skip all that shit
+Just gimme a brick bitch
+
+[Will Lean]
+I'm a gangsta, it ain't love at first sight
+You's a freak so we fucked the first night
+I'm in the back seat puffin' that la la la
+Me and my niggas gettin' high high high
+You better ask around, that I smokes a pound
+Four four desert eagle what I tote around
+Nigga, in that Coup de Ville
+Hit ya wit the steel nigga let loose ya grill
+You choose to squeal, it's the truth I kill
+With that infra red beam let loose ya grill nigga
+Uh, and I take ya head off when I grab my shit
+And start lettin' this lead off
+
+[Hook]
+
+Yeh, you know how we do it man
+If you in ya motherfuckin' car
+Cut this shit up nigga (cut it up)
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+Yeh, we got the dro fire it up
+You want me to do it show you gotta wire it up
+Go to Western Union and call me back
+Gimme the tracking number nigga and I can do that
+I need the dro nigga top of the line
+You got clothes in yo closet but they not like mine
+You got hoes in yo camp but they can't flow like us
+You got weed in yo yard but it don't grow like us
+Inhale exhale, Sprints and Nextels
+Gotta write letters to my niggas that's in jail (keep ya head up)
+Locked up they baby momma knocked up
+If niggas play wid my money my guns get cocked up
+I franchise like a Houston Rocket
+Every eight months is when I usually drop it
+Every eight blunts is when I usually stop it
+Every eight Glocks is when I usually pop it
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Play]
+Ain't wid that huggin' and kissin' and lovin', bitch
+I'm wid that smokin' and drinkin'
+Cause I gotta keep it thuggin
+And I'm bumpin' and grindin'
+Got to put the snake to bite
+R kel's I'm up all night put up a good fight
+If you gon' jack somethin' make sure ya jack good
+Cause if not, then I pop and I go get my guns
+I rap for Clover G's and I rap for P-T-P
+I rap for all them gangstas out there gettin' they cheese
+I Double XL or Source to make bread
+I need pots a few bricks to go slice my bread
+Me Flip and Will will flip and lean on you
+Take ya truck that's not ya rap and fuck a rap
+After Lil' Flip album ya ass is crap
+You know me Play-hef and the tracks we lacin'
+Smokin' on that bubble that sticky Canadian bacon
+Fuck a lil hand stamp that shit
+
+[Hook]
+**************************************************
+My Dogz[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 ain't 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’z a Trick (Remix)[Intro: Lil Flip]
+Woah, Woah, Woah (You'z a trick)
+Woah, Woah, Woah Here we go!
+
+[Chorus: Lil Flip]
+Don't spend no money; I'm a pimp, I'm a pimp
+Why you keep spendin money?  You'z a trick, you'z a trick! (You'z a trick)
+Don't spend no money; I'm a pimp, I'm a pimp
+Why you keep spendin money?  You'z a trick, you'z a trick! (You'z a trick)
+Don't spend no money; I'm a pimp, I'm a pimp
+Why you keep spendin money?  You'z a trick, you'z a trick! (You'z a trick)
+Don't spend no money; I'm a pimp, I'm a pimp
+Why you keep spendin money?  You'z a trick, you'z a trick! (You'z a trick)
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Flip]
+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' tags, poppin' AKs, I'll whip your head, boy
+Don't ever, ever, ever play with my bread, boy!
+Run up wrong, I'mma hit you with this lead, boy
+You just scared cause pimpin' ain't dead, boy!
+I bet you thought I wasn't comin' back strong, huh?
+In ninth grade I had a pocket full of stones, huh?
+Now when I pull up, I got hoes in the car with me
+I'm strapped up, I ain't got no bodyguards with me!
+I catch your gal out of pocket, I'mma deal with her, chill with her
+You'z a trick, bitch, cause you live with her!
+
+[Chorus: Lil Flip]
+Don't spend no money; I'm a pimp, I'm a pimp
+Why you keep spendin money?  You'z a trick, you'z a trick! (You'z a trick)
+Don't spend no money; I'm a pimp, I'm a pimp
+Why you keep spendin money?  You'z a trick, you'z a trick! (You'z a trick)
+(Remix!)
+Don't spend no money; I'm a pimp, I'm a pimp
+Why you keep spendin money?  You'z a trick, you'z a trick! (You'z a trick)
+(Ladies and gentlemen)
+Don't spend no money; I'm a pimp, I'm a pimp
+Why you keep spendin money?  You'z a trick, you'z a trick! (You'z a trick)
+(Introducing Pimp C!)
+
+[Verse 2: Pimp C]
+I'm a pimp to my heart, these other niggas tryin' to start
+[?] is too tender, mackin' club, bitch, I'm a member
+I'mma stick to the code, stay "mack on a bitch" mode
+Hoes been tryin' to steal my dick 'cause I stay ballin' and I stay throwed
+Keep my mind on my money and a pocket full of cash
+Wet a bitch up with champagne like Damon Dash
+Always stomp the gas when I'm cruisin' in them Bentley
+Jive couldn't afford Flip 'cause I was leavin' they pockets empty!
+Them hoes couldn't tempt me, a bitch is with me simply
+I'm cold on the mic and I keep me a yellow dyke
+To get out on the grind and keep a nigga rich
+And if you ask her who her daddy, she say "Pimp C, bitch!"
+
+[Chorus: Lil Flip]
+Don't spend no money; I'm a pimp, I'm a pimp
+Why you keep spendin money?  You'z a trick, you'z a trick! (You'z a trick)
+Don't spend no money; I'm a pimp, I'm a pimp
+Why you keep spendin money?  You'z a trick, you'z a trick!
+
+[Verse 3: Bun B]
+Now, niggas be talkin' about the hoes that they be knockin'
+How they keep 'em steady jockin' on they tips, constantly clockin'
+I don't take their shit to heart; take it with a grain of salt
+'Cause in their mind they probably really think they macks-it ain't their fault!
+Got yourself a couple jewels, a ho or two, and a cup
+So you call yourself a pimp when that is not what the fuck is up
+Take your girls into the strip, but you are not tuned
+And it's a thin line between a pimp and a fool in a costume!
+Your hoes respect your mackin'?  I hadn't really noticed
+'Cause she keep eyeballin' me, look like the bitch is losin' focus!
+Your stable wide open like a church on a Sunday
+You feelin' like you got your stallions on lock, but one day
+A player like myself will come through with some true spit
+Take her from your same ol' same and show her some new shit
+Put some trill mackin' on her back and get to rollin'
+Fool, your hoes chose me, so don't be actin' like they stolen, you'z a trick!
+
+[Chorus: Lil Flip]
+Don't spend no money; I'm a pimp, I'm a pimp
+Why you keep spendin money?  You'z a trick, you'z a trick! (You'z a trick)
+Don't spend no money; I'm a pimp, I'm a pimp
+Why you keep spendin money?  You'z a trick, you'z a trick! (You'z a trick)
+Don't spend no money; I'm a pimp, I'm a pimp
+Why you keep spendin money?  You'z a trick, you'z a trick! (You'z a trick)
+Don't spend no money; I'm a pimp, I'm a pimp
+Why you keep spendin money?  You'z a trick, you'z a trick! (You'z a trick)
+
+[Outro]
+You'z a trick! (repeated until end)
+**************************************************
+7-1-3 (Remix)(Intro)
+Junior talk that ole hustling talk
+I was gon tell his daddy, but I found
+Out his daddy was a damn hustla
+
+Lil' Flip, representing 7-1-3 nigga yeah...
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+You know I'm back on the scene, with a pocket full of green
+It's Lil' Flip, I'm the Freestyle King
+So extra extra, read all about it
+Guess who went platinum when, everybody doubt it
+Me, and ain't shit for free
+I'm on your track, cause I'm a hard emcee
+Don't hate on me, cause you a scrub
+Summertime, I'm riding Dubz
+Feeling good, representing where I stay
+I got a H, and I got a AK
+So don't play, cause I got gats
+Summertime I'm on Dubz, nigga how you love that
+I got the plack for the King, I got the
+Platinum plack nigga, size me up for the ring
+Cause I'm a champion, you a loser
+You fuck around with me, and I'll bruise you
+Real break your neck, nigga now you eating
+Out a straw, playing with a man you a boy
+My paper grown, how you fold that
+How the fuck you hating, and you ain't gold yet
+How you hating, when you ain't even went platinum
+Nigga what the fuck is going on, why you capping
+You acting like you a star, but ain't nobody buying your shit
+You dummy, you the dumbest in the click
+Cause, you wanna act like you hard and shit
+But real niggas like me know, that you fraud and shit
+Cause you a faker, you ain't no motherfucking gangsta
+Like 50 Cent say, you just a wanksta
+How you claim to be a hustla, when you flat broke
+My nigga I'm stepping out, in a mink coat
+I got blue, black, red (red)
+I got a lot of girls, some of em give me head
+Some of em give me bread, when my money get low
+I use to fuck, one three days in a row
+But she wouldn't let me drive her car
+So I found me a bitch, with a Jaguar
+Now I got, two herbs in mind
+So don't try and jack, cause I'll burst a nine
+That's one shot, two shot, three shot, fo'
+And if you don't die, I'ma shoot five mo'
+Yeah nigga, I'm on my grind
+I'm just like Nas, I'm a mastermind
+You got a plan, before you try to do something
+Get a rubber, before you try to screw something
+
+(*talking*)
+Yeah ha-ha, it's your boy Lil' Flip man
+I represent the 7-1-3, nigga
+Shouts out to all my niggas in H-Town
+Big H.A.W.K., Chris Ward, (Pokey), Z-Ro
+3-2, (Big Moe), all my niggas in H-Town
+(Lil Troy), Wise Guys, (T-2), can't forget
+Who else I'm leaving out in this motherfucker
+Shouts out to the motherfucking Walston, you know
+All the Houston niggas getting they money
+C-Note, Willean, that's how we doing it
+Who else we forget, can't forget
+J-Mack and Mad Hatter, 97.9-97.1 House Party
+All that shit, we repping this motherfucking 7-1-3
+Nigga, holla back, ha-ha, iight
+Oh can't forget my nigga Swamp, my bad dog
+We can't forget Ron Wilson
+He got the Lamborghini, you see it
+**************************************************
+Real Hip Hop(*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
+**************************************************
+Soufside Still Holdin’ (Street)Chorus:
+Souf side still holdin and it ain't no lie
+We ride on 4 wit tv's inside
+We all suckafree, got the game sewed
+When we put the mic down, say man hold up
+(repeat)
+
+Verse:
+Souf side still holdin im in a expedition
+With a sign on the back that say lets go fishin
+Im Lil Flip, the freestyle king u know me
+Baggats and trillion cuts all in my rolie
+I just went to the car lot and bought a limo
+I got 7 dvd's and im watchin RamBo
+When i hit the club i ain't starrin at hoes
+I know one thang they bet not step on my Horvana Jobe's
+I got Gucci shoes, i got Gucci shades
+Lil Flip pull stunts like Super Dave
+I keep ballin, keep crawlin, keep prawlin
+People wanna know where im at keep callin
+Cuz im a baller im always top of the line
+2000 Bentley watch it squat to the grind
+Poppin bottles of wine, Moet and crystyle
+On the souf side i keep my hand on my pistyle
+Cuz people be always tryna show off
+They try to jack but i won't take my 4's off
+I know.. i gotta shine, get rotation on 97.9
+U might see my car redder than the nose of Rudolph
+Freestyle 10 minutes at Screw House
+The freestyle king i always go hard
+After concerts i might pull yo braud
+
+( repeat chrous til fade)
+**************************************************
+Can’t Let You Go[Lil' Flip - talking]
+Wheew
+Reality check
+I ain't hear to, sing to ya
+Ring a ring to ya
+Bitch please (bitch please)
+Bitch please, lick these!
+You tease
+Sucka free
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+Bitch please, you don't need to miss me
+Cuz when I come around you don't even kiss me
+But it's coo (it's coo), I ain't a foo (ain't a foo)
+It's twelve thirty, how the fuck you at schoo
+Bitch please, I'm about to leave
+Cuz I, got another trick up my sleeve
+Be gone I don't need you no mo
+Cuz you ain't shit but a dirty ass hoe
+Bitch please, you wearin' ya friends clothes
+Broke, smokin' my indo
+Tryin', to stay in my fuckin' house (get the fuck out)
+Bitch, quit, runnin ya mouth
+Bitch please, I don't like ya ass
+If ya go to jail, hoe I won't write ya ass
+I won't lick ya ass, I'll jus stick ya ass
+Treat ya like a bug n i'll pick ya ass
+Bitch please, then I'm jumpin' in my lambo (lambo)
+Got a gun niggas call me rambo
+Don't give a damn I got more ammo
+Lil Ron, that's my fammo
+
+[Pimpin' Ken]
+Bitch Please, you can't understand
+I'm the thug type dude, I don't hold no hands
+What you talkin' bout you wanna be my wife
+Bitch, you gave the nigga head on the first night
+That ain't right, Bitch please
+Ya listnin to ya friends
+Tryna go through the mall and hit me from my ends
+Tryna roll my benz, I can't let that happen
+That's why a nigga, keep on rappin'
+Bitch Please, I don't fuck wit u
+You a busta type bitch, runnin wit ya crew
+Everythang ain't all good, when ya in the place
+Ya make a nigga wanna put a punch to ya face
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+Bitch please, I don't play that shit
+When you talkin' wit ya girls, don't say that shit
+That I be doin, or who I be fuckin'
+Cuz I'm gonna come, and give yo ass a concussion
+What the fuck was you thinkin?
+Jus because I got a benz, that I don't have a lincoln?
+What the fuck was you doin?
+Why the fuck, why you playin wit me, what you persuin?
+I know you wanna come to a nigga house (house)
+You on ya period, then put it in ya mouth
+Like jigga said, fuck what a nigga said
+Don't fuck wit him, Lil' Flip got bigga bread
+I got money, and I got that shit for safe
+Got a mutha fuckin ring and a nice face
+Won't catch a case, I gotta good lawyer
+Cuz when you knock a nigga out, errybody saw ya
+Fuck that, I got a gun nigga bitch please
+Got more jewlery than Mista T
+I'm like Mister freeze, lookin' at my watch (why)
+Shit tac toe, I got the clover on the top (nigga)
+I'm in the block (block), I'm in the drop (drop)
+Niggas know the cops, runnin' in the spot (spot)
+If ya, too hot (hot) tryna be too fast
+Yea I don't sell drugs so don't ever ask me
+Don't put shit past me, Imma have to get niggas who blast me
+I ain't trippin' on these niggas, I ain't slippin' on these niggas
+Imma pull off my belt, and give a whippin' to these niggas
+
+[Lil' Flip - talking]
+Haha, Lil' Flip
+Bitch please
+This how we do it (this how we do it)
+Bitch please, bitch please, bitch please
+**************************************************
+It’s a Fact (Remix)(*talking*)
+Ha, I see they watching watching
+You know, it's a fact niggas don't like to see you wit nothing
+It's like crabs in a bucket, everybody wanna pull you down man
+It's fucked up, but that's how the world is, you should be
+Happy for the next man when he make it, but it's a fact
+Nine out of ten, black people are jealous (jealous)
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+Take a look in my eyes, tell me what you see
+You see a nigga, who dropped a c.d. (yeah)
+Yeah, I got a deal now (deal now)
+I still gotta keep it real now (real now)
+Niggas like damn Flip, how it feel now (feel now)
+To have platinum records, just like your grill now
+It feel good cause I work, it feel good my nigga
+That's why I got, my fucking logo on my shirt
+I'm proud (I'm proud), I did what I did (I did that)
+But law, they sign a type kid
+I made it, these niggas can't fade it
+They hate it, magazines wanna rate it
+But MTV, play my shit everyday (everyday)
+BET, play my shit everyday (everyday)
+BET, play your shit every May (ha ha)
+So who's the fucking nigga getting paid, me
+Underground, I rule that (I rule that)
+Rookies, nigga I school that
+These hoes see Flip, they start to drool
+Cause I'm a god damn fool
+And if you don't know, now you know
+Cause I'm a motherfucking pimp, you the hoe
+I'm the leader you the follower, nigga you ain't shit
+If that shit don't go gold or platinum, it ain't a hit
+Thirty thousand, what the fuck are you saying, are you playing
+Nigga I'm Lil' Flip, I'm a god damn man
+I stand up for my rights, my weed is what I light
+Every time I spit a freestyle, you know that bitch tight
+I ain't have to write, cause I was born like this
+Nigga, in the click I was sworn like this
+Now I'm the leader, nigga I'm the general
+I drink O's so I could water, from my minerals
+Wake up roll a blunt, get on the phone
+Nigga, I'm doing real estate buy you a home
+Buy you some land, don't worry bout a motherfucking
+Chain and the ice, on the van
+20's on the truck, you can't stand that car
+All you could do, is play in that car
+If you get jacked, you might lay in that car
+Nigga the police see him, nigga they in that car
+But uh be smart nigga, be street smart
+Don't go to jail and come out, a sweetheart
+A faggot, if you straight stay straight
+If you got love nigga, watch out for the hate
+I did a million out the gate, what about you
+Nigga, I represent for my nigga Screw
+Rest in peace my nigga, cause he showed me love
+We had drank, and he po'd me mud
+We use to go to the club, he use to DJ
+I would freestyle fast, like I'm at a relay
+I'm on my beat tape, cause he made me
+Yeah, I did a show and he paid me one
+One G, it was cool, shit I was just
+A young nigga, still going to school
+Yeah I had them Jordans, everytime they came out
+I was a balla, so I didn't really hang out
+I use to skip class, to get some ass
+Sometimes me and hoes, we went to Six Flags
+Come to the gallery, and leave with big bags
+Fuck philly blunts, I use to smoke zig-zags
+Now I smoke golden raps
+I went platinum, but I spit thoed in raps
+You feel me, these niggas don't know who the king
+Who the pro, turn off the lights and I glow
+Get a hoe, take her straight to the Mo'
+Cause if she ain't a dime, she can't come through my do'
+You feel me, that's the truth my nigga
+Check the billboard, that's the proof my nigga
+It's going bling bling, that's the tooth my nigga
+You play with me, and I'ma shoot my nigga
+I'm in a Coupe, speeding, racing
+Laws get behind me, I'm purple hazing
+Blowing while it's snowing, you know I'm flowing
+I'm sipping drank, I got my codeine open
+Po' it up, the weed grow it up
+You don't pay me my money, I ain't showing up
+Come and thought I was a punk naw, I ain't a punk
+I got a pump, that'll put you in the trunk
+I fuck with Hump, I fuck with my nigga Redd
+I use to fuck hoes, because they real silly
+But now, I gotta stay back (stay back)
+This is the payback, 23 inches on the made back
+Cadillac, as a matter of fact (what)
+I had to adapt to my neighborhood, ghetto habitat
+And I'm not having that, you ain't gon fuck me
+You talking shit, but you ain't gon touch me
+You hating on me, but I made you
+I'm just like some brand new jeans, you can't fade it
+I'm the greatest, but I'm fucking with the mic
+Got a bitch, got a fo' and a Sprite
+And I might get higher, this bud got that fire
+I need eight million, when a nigga retire
+
+(*talking*)
+(fire, fire) he's on fire (he's on fire)
+(he's on fire) I'm on fire nigga
+(I blaze the bitch) like Beanie Sigel say nigga
+It's the truth (Sucka Free) you know (biatch)
+This the motherfucking freestyles man
+You know the hell I'm saying
+This what I'm telling y'all niggas
+
+If you ain't Sucka Free, don't fuck with me
+Cause I know you got your eyes, on my luxury - 2x
+
+And it's a fact (it's a fact)
+All you hating ass nigga didn't want me to make it
+I thought I told you, we don't fake it (biiatch)
+We don't fake it, we don't fake it nigga
+**************************************************
+What’s My Name[Hook: Lil' Flip]
+[They call him Lil' Flip]
+Who was the one that had ya'll leanin to the left?
+[They call him Lil' Flip]
+Who got the hottest rap album on the shelf?
+[They call him Lil' Flip]
+Who went platinum with one video?
+[They call him Lil' Flip]
+Who smokin dro in every state he go?
+[They call him Lil' Flip]
+Who made the world say 'I can do dat'?
+[They call him Lil' Flip]
+I'm ridin spinners on my Cadillac
+[They call him Lil' Flip]
+Who got everybody wearin yellow diamonds?
+[They call him Lil' Flip]
+I ain't Baby but you know I'm big tymin'
+
+[Verse 1: Lil' Flip]
+Me and Greg Street ridin'in a red Jeep
+We doing one-fifty nigga I bet you can't catch me
+You gon' respect me-my Glock nine protect me
+I'm the one on 'How I'm Livin' with the candy Jetski
+Elevators in my crib, Burberry in my car
+Fire dro' by the jar, burn rubber on the tar
+I like to show off-I use to be the class clown
+But my teacher always said "Flip sit you're ass down"
+"or you can leave the class now" so I left and got paid
+But don't get it twisted I made straight A's
+But school didn't pay so I started to rap
+Cause I wanna ride rims, I don't want no hub-caps
+So I picked up my pen but I really don't need it
+If I ain't in the magazine then I really want read it
+I can't be defeated cause I'm workin too hard
+"oh my gosh, that boy rims still spinnin on his car"
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 2: Lil' Flip]
+I get respect on the East, I get respect on the West
+Got plenty jewels on my neck, got 22's on my Lex
+I'm 22 years old with 22 bad hoes
+Cause real playas get chose if you don't know, now ya know
+You know I got crazy flow, and I make crazy dough
+Cause whenever I'm shoppin I make e'm close down the sto' (store)
+You know we ballin for real nigga I'm tellin the truth
+So if I ever go broke, sorry I'm sellin the Coupe
+But that ain't gonna happen-cause I'm a keep on rappin
+And if I keep on grindin, I'm a keep goin platinum
+So people think I'm cappin but I'm just livin my life
+Cause I married the streets dogg and that's my wife
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3: Lil' Flip]
+So that's me and everything gotta feed
+I should be payin'rent cause I live on BET (They call him Lil' Flip)
+Yep, yep that's my other nickname
+(Daaaaammmnnn!) Yep that's my other big chain (They call him Lil' Flip)
+I'm in the Hummer you ain't ready for my whip game
+Rims so big my adapters won't fit mayne
+Look at my kicks mayne all of e'm custom
+I gotta make it cause I can't go back to hustlin'
+I'm focused man with no distractions
+I'm multiplying money nigga, no subtraction
+Just relaxing and livin'it up
+Nigga you ain't no pimp so give me that cup
+
+[Hook: Lil' Flip]
+**************************************************
+Family TraditionSee I walk like a gangsta, I talk like a gangsta
+I move like a gangsta 'cause nigga, I'm a G
+My daddy was a gangsta, my uncle was a gangsta
+So you know they had to pass the shit down to me
+
+Let's do it
+
+Yeah, I move like a gangsta with that 45
+I'm riding high I'm Interstate 45
+Benz with a stash box, G5 laptop
+So many keys, I can open up a padlock
+
+My black lock, my hat cocked to the right
+I'm a nigga with a attitude for life
+These little kids like to mimic what they see
+Go to college, play ball or get a GED
+
+You wanna be a G-A-N-G-S-T-A
+But you don't know niggas lose they life
+Every day drug wars between different drug lords
+And I'm like yeap mouth nigga, I'm a thug lord
+
+I never start beef but I cook it though
+Nigga, you can't afford this car what you lookin' for
+I thought so you will never be me
+Pay attention to my words 'cause the life of a G
+
+See I walk like a gangsta, I talk like a gangsta
+I move like a gangsta 'cause nigga, I'm a G
+My daddy was a gangsta, my uncle was a gangsta
+So you know they had to pass the shit down to me
+
+See I don't try to be hard 'cause rap, nigga
+'Cause legally I walk around with a strap, nigga
+So if you run up on me tryin' to rap, nigga
+When I clap nigga, it's a rap, nigga
+
+Y'all motherfuckers ain't hard, nigga
+You a gimic, nigga we the next rappers life and no limit, nigga
+They love me in the hood 'cause I made a way
+'Cause now I got them niggas on the road gettin' paid
+
+A real gangsta, I ballin', we don't need a sale
+A real gangsta a dip, we don't even care
+I ran the streets before four years tryin' make it happen
+From basketball to that Power Rex, naw I made it rappin'
+
+See I walk like a gangsta, I talk like a gangsta
+I move like a gangsta 'cause nigga, I'm a G
+My daddy was a gangsta, my uncle was a gangsta
+So you know they had to pass the shit down to me
+
+See I walk like a gangsta, I talk like a gangsta
+I move like a gangsta 'cause nigga, I'm a G
+My daddy was a gangsta, my uncle was a gangsta
+So you know they had to pass the shit down to me
+
+Now it's 2005
+And I'm still here I been rappin' since '95
+So that's 10 years, I been around of Gs my whole life
+'Cause my daddy taught me young, it's a cold life
+
+He told me make sure my Cali goes straight 3
+Before I make a honest livin' to stay free
+So back then I studied 'Pac and Jay-Z
+Me and my crew stealin' Polo from Macy's
+
+But I don't smoke with everybody 'cause they lace weed
+That why when I cop Dro it's a QP
+It'll last me for a week then I'm back again
+Goddamn look at them spinners on my lakazin
+
+See I walk like a gangsta, I talk like a gangsta
+I move like a gangsta 'cause nigga, I'm a G
+My daddy was a gangsta, my uncle was a gangsta
+So you know they had to pass the shit down to me
+
+See I walk like a gangsta, I talk like a gangsta
+I move like a gangsta 'cause nigga, I'm a G
+My daddy was a gangsta, my uncle was a gangsta
+So you know they had to pass the shit down to me
+**************************************************
+Get it Crunk[Hook]
+We came here to get it crunk like (jump!)
+In the club with our middle fingers up like (jump!)
+Now, we gonna make 'em stomp like (jump!)
+Niggas get out of line we hit 'em up like
+
+[Verse 1]
+Well I'm flippin' and grippin' my woodgrain steering wheel (steering wheel)
+I made a mill at eighteen, nigga how it feel (Ha ha!)
+It feel good to cash checks every other day (yes!)
+If you ain't talkin' bout money, go the other way
+Miss me with that bullshit dawg I'm on the grind (grind)
+You disrespect me while I'm on stage, it's goin' down
+Bottles, chairs, whatever I get my hands on
+You can bet your bottom dollar they get some
+If you think you strong enough to take a shot (jump!)
+I bet you changin' your mind when you lookin' now (jump!)
+These niggas like to talk shit, then apologize (I'm sorry, I'm sorry)
+You put my name in a verse then I gotta ride
+
+[Hook] (2x)
+
+[Verse 2]
+Look I'm a pimp
+Mine is the 3-piece suit
+My grill the same color as my GT Coupe
+Gators snappin' on my feet like they fresh out the jungle
+There's a nine in my vest, but it's a tec' in my Hummer
+I know I make y'all niggas wonder how I'm gettin' that cash (cash)
+Cause when we gotta drop, I ain't spendin' my last (my last)
+The prices (jump!)
+If you out of town and you need a bird (jump!)
+I could ban him and blow his brains on the fuckin' curve (jump!)
+You don't want beef wit my squad nigga (jump!)
+Come out the club off note, you gettin' rob nigga (jump!)
+Stupid if you wanted dawg
+These hollow tips gon' put you in a coma dawg. ya dig?
+
+[Hook] (2x)
+
+[Verse 3]
+Hey!
+Niggas claim they got guns but they ain't shot nobody
+Or you a stick-up kid why you ain't got nobody? (stop lyin!)
+Niggas at the bar buyin' shit they can't afford
+You think he ballin' until you see his Honda Accord (Ha Ha!)
+And tell valet not to scratch my wheeeel
+Or he gon' leave here wit a busted liiiip
+Me and Crime Boss rollin' in my Coupe Deviiiille
+I ain't tryin' leave you in but I shoot to kiiiiiill
+Hey! I'm like Jeezy I trap or die (trap or die)
+And I don't pop, pop, I rather fire
+I'm a thug and you know it, you damn right I show it
+Twenty two's on my lotus just in case you haven't noticed
+
+[Hook] (2x)
+
+Hey I bet he won't (jump!)
+Keep talkin' all that shit but I bet he won't (jump!)
+Keep talkin' all that shit but I bet he won't (jump!)
+She talkin' all that shit but I bet she won't (jump!)
+She actin' like a bitch 'cause I know she won't (jump!)
+Oh, Oh, Oh, you better not (jump!)
+Oh, Oh, Oh, you better not (jump!)
+Oh, Oh, Oh, y'all better not (jump!)
+You fuck around and get (jump!)
+Ha-ha! Whoo!
+Shout to my nigga Zab Judah
+Floyd Mayweather, Roy Jones, Winky Wright know what I'm sayin'
+What up to my nigga Bernard Hopkins
+Yeah, holla at yo boy!
+**************************************************
+Game Over 12"[Intro]
+Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip (Hahahahaha)(wooo)
+Game Over, Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, yeah
+Game Over, (yeah, the remix)
+The remix, the remix, the remix
+Clover geeeeees in the building (game over), (fo sho, fo sho, fo sho)
+We got G-unit it the building (game over), (fo sho, fo sho, fo sho,)
+UGK in the building (game over), (fo sho, fo sho, fo sho)
+It's Lil' Flip, Young Buck and Bun B holla at em'
+
+[Young Buck]
+My Chain hanging twenty fo's on my escalde and...
+I Smoke so much a lot of people might think I'm a jamacian
+I know just where to take em' straight to the dirty dirty
+Where Bun come from, and Lil' Flip flip them birdie birdies
+Me and Banks Bank heading out in ATL
+50 riding with me blowing sticky down in cashville
+We keep the club crunk ya'll know how we do it
+Now let me see you stomp (stomp) in your G-units
+They say I'm dressed like a thug, they won't let me in
+Security better move or get up on my level then
+The hood in here, where they at, (here we go buck)
+Now let's buy the bar and drink till we throw up
+
+[Chorus]
+(Now who they want?) Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip (game over) Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip
+(Now who they want?) Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip (game over) Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip
+(Now who they want?) Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip (game over) Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip
+(Now who they want?) Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip (game over)
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+Lil' Flip is in the building, oh boy (oh boy)
+Ah shit I had to do a remix
+I got a thousand dollar shirt, plus three hundred dollar kicks
+I know you mad cause your gal love my voice (ooooooo)
+I know you mad I'm on the cover of the source (nooooooo)
+I take fifteen minutes to drop a track boy
+You ain't know I got Houston tatted on my back boy
+I be in Philly with "Beans", I be with "50" in queens
+I be in Houston with Bun, I keep a gun
+From the crack game, to the rap game
+But my main goal is to try to stack change
+I'm number one on the charts you at the bottom boy
+Cause if you drop when I drop, it's a problem boy
+I got kicks for days, I move bricks and haze
+I'm big pimping like "Jay" we choppin' blades
+And clover gees on top of my chain
+When I die put a crown on top of my name, holla
+(now who they want)
+(Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh) (now who they want)
+
+[Chorus]
+
+[Bun B]
+It's the king of the underground, the king of the thrill
+In that candy Cadillac with pinky ring on the wheel
+Diamonds against the wood, southern side stunting
+And it's nothing for Bun B to come down on them bustas
+I saw your rims fool, the spinners but they not dammit
+See that's that half ass hustling, let's not have it
+You wanna ball with the best, just go ball with the rest
+Got more TV's in my car then best buy
+You can just cry, your crew or a takeover
+My nine' will give you a new grill like extreme makeover
+Do this Pimp C, come home we move the fake over
+To lame over, and it's the same cause the... game (over)
+
+[Chorus X2]
+**************************************************
+Remember Me[Hook]
+Remember me, that lil' nigga playing ball
+Remember me, like Warren G and Mack 10 I want it all
+Remember me, that young nigga spitting raps
+The rats looking for cheese, that's why we call it the trap
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+I'm one of the few, that drink Mountain Dew
+With so much lean, it might turn it blue
+I got so much green, I might burn a few
+Stacks on throwbacks, plus tennis shoes
+Matter fact, jerseys played out now
+I run this mob shit, hey you gotta wait outside
+Cause we don't talk around strangers, we use our codes
+And it's gon be like that, until my casket close
+Remember me, as the cat with the baddest hoes
+In a week and a half, his album's gold
+I use to ride big bodies, and switch the lanes
+Like Jay-Z and J.D., money ain't a thang
+Man fuck this rap game, cause I been through it all
+From rocking hole in the walls, to arena crowds
+And the ladies love my style, cause I'm debonair
+Look we ain't gotta fuck, just braid my hair
+
+[Hook - 2x]
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+Only time will tell, whether I lose or fail
+What I look like, sitting in the middle of jail
+When my family need me, I gotta make ends meet
+In 9-9, I was the first to have a black Benz Jeep
+So I creep, the Astros got beat
+The next week, St. Louis got sweeped
+It's like we almost make it, but we never take it shit
+I'm on the road, trying to be the greatest
+I got a good work ethic, I ain't never relaxed
+If you can't afford a verse, I'll make ya a track
+I a-ttack the beats, with my lyrics nigga
+You see that Continental Coupe, don't go near it nigga
+Remember me, as the cat with two gold teeth
+Back when me and Carl, use to patch up and eat
+I thank my hood for the love, that they showed me man
+I'm the white chocolate of rap, you can't hold me man
+
+[Hook - 2x]
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+Hey, I got tattoos on my hand
+And the beef squashed, if you admit you a fan
+Can't nobody down here, do it like I do
+And we extort niggas, what about you
+Nigga move, cause I ain't got nothing to prove
+Before "Never Scared", wasn't nobody fucking with you
+I'm a fly, young nigga-ro
+I'll put you in a full nelson, but I got rap in a figga fo'
+Check the sco', cause I'm up by eighty
+And it's the third quarter nigga, I am the greatest
+Rapper my age, with a gang of hits
+And you need to step up your weak chain, ya bitch
+
+(*talking*)
+Ha-ha nigga, you know how I do it nigga
+I got two houses on my neck nigga, ya dig
+A Bentley watch, a Bentley car Maybach
+All that shit, you know I'm saying
+You need to have MTV, pimp your motherfucking ride
+Cause we got the real spinners
+Not the kind with the adaptors, ya know
+Clover G's nigga, know how we do it
+My nigga Price on the track ya know, respect nigga
+I paid my dues, so I'ma make the world remember me
+**************************************************
+Hey Ho[Hook]
+Hey ho (hey ho), let's go (let's go)
+I know, cause we can get it on tonite
+You fine (you fine), I pimp (I pimp)
+And I walk with a limp
+Man you know the dro got me feelin' tight
+I'm rich (I'm rich), you po' (you po')
+Now you know, it's time to hit the block and grind
+I pimp (I pimp), I ball (I ball)
+And twenty's how I crawl
+Can't stop a nigga in his prime
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+Now I was in Washington at the playas ball
+Every pimp was there yeh in gator's and all
+I had to fade 'em all I had to pop my collar
+Valet my car yeh I'm in the drop Impala
+You got to swallow if you givin' me brain
+I'm goin' for the chart don't be givin' me pain
+You can get in the car don't touch shit in the car
+Do this, get on that plane put this brick in ya bra
+Come back, bring me the change in a hundred stacks
+Cause you know how we do it when we makin' that
+I'ma gi' you your cut and you gon' gi' me my shit
+And that's the way we do it now I'm in the lab droppin' hits
+Undergrounds get me paid, shows I'm on stage
+Hoes go in a rage when they see me on stage
+Cause I'm iced out when they see my chain they be like
+Who cut the lights out, niggas at the stores tryna figure out
+When I drop, I'm comin' sooner than you think
+In the summer time tanktop winter time mink
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Will Lean]
+Hey ma, I done seen bitches come and go
+That skeeze and fiends that have dreams to become a hoe
+Scream Geronimo, ya deep in the Pacific
+(I can hit it all night), if you wanna be specific
+Baby feel terrific when ya shake that ass
+Ain't no end when your friends tell you to make that cash
+Go on make it fast, see if you make it last
+After every niggas smash, you mistaken for thrash
+Bitch where's my cash?, Will Lean the pimp
+Pimp cups up bitch with codine to sip
+I'm a Clover G, and I walkin' in dough
+And every twenty five feet nigga I'm walkin' on mo'
+Lil' Flipper, yo we gots the gats
+Them botany boys motherfucka, we gots them stacks
+S.U.C and we holdin' it down
+Cloverland on top and we holdin' the crown
+
+[C-Note]
+I know this chick from the north side that like to freak
+Fucked the hoe in the back of the jeep, Clover G's ain't weak
+Watch me creep, holdin' on a wood grain wheel
+Plus I got the diamond grill uh
+We be winnin', I love the way this free world spinnin'
+We been hot from the beginning shit
+It's Botany Boys, creepin' wid them chopper toys
+Quick to break ya off proper boy shit
+Call her cell, take her to the next hotel
+Young bitch know how to fuck like hell
+Call her friends, they pull up in a big bod Benz
+I guess we ain't the only one that playin' wid ends
+**************************************************
+Fly Boy (Remix)(feat. Mike Jones)
+
+[Lil Flip:]
+Remix
+Hey Pimpin
+Im Lookin At Ya Jewlry Game And I See U Like Wearin Those Lil Bitty Stones Man
+Get U Some Rocks Man
+Im Tha #1 Fly Boy
+Im In The Building With Mike Jones
+And Free My Nigga Z-Ro Cuz
+
+[Chorus:]
+Ima Fly Boy, Ima Ima Fly Boy
+Ima Fly Boy, Ima Ima Fly Boy
+Ima Fly Boy, Ima Ima Fly Boy
+Save All That Talkin Cause U Blowin My High Boy
+
+[Verse:]
+Im Still Fly, Im Still High, Yeah My Haze Blue
+And Screw Made Me, Nigga I Didn't Make Screw
+Now Im With Wanner Brothas
+My Budget Much Bigga
+And Yeah Im Fuck Wit 50 And Yeah I Fuck Wit Jigga
+Maybach Coupe, That Bitch All White
+If It Ain't Front Row, I Ain't Goin To Tha Fight
+Yall Niggas Missin Flights, And Thats A Damn Shame
+You Should Take Ya Show Money And Go And Buy An Airplane
+Just Peep Tha Chain, Peep Tha Rang, Peep Tha Grill Boy
+You Try To Take It And You Gonna Meet Tha Steel Boy
+Im Reppin Texas All Day Im Not A Gimic
+You Know Damn Well I Sold The Most Independent
+
+[Chorus:]
+Ima Fly Boy, Ima Ima Fly Boy
+Ima Fly Boy, Ima Ima Fly Boy
+Ima Fly Boy, Ima Ima Fly Boy
+Save All That Talkin Cause U Blowin My High Boy
+Ima Fly Boy, Ima Ima Fly Boy, Save All That Talkin
+Ima Fly Boy, Ima Ima Fly Boy, Save All That Talkin
+Ima Fly Boy, Ima Ima Fly Boy, Save All That Talkin Cause U Blowin My High Boy
+
+[Verse 2:]
+When I Pull Up All Tha Hoes Be Tryin To Take A Flick Wit Me
+And Yeah Im Strapped Even Though I Got My Click Wit Me
+450 Large I Just Let Tha Credit Card Charge
+You Drankin Karo, I Be On That Real Bar
+Candy Cars Screened Up
+Bitch Roll My Green Up
+We Fuck Ya Head Up Cuz Me And Mike Teamed Up
+Cuz Its A Texas Thang
+You Hear My Teaxs Slang
+And Err' Thang Cheap If You Want That Teaxs Cane
+I Told Kevin Black, I Need Another Plaque
+I Stepped My Game Up Dog Im Even Makin Tracks
+My Tennis Shoe's Comin, My Watch's Comin Next
+So Get Tom On Tha Phone And Tell Em Cut Tha Check
+
+[Chorus:]
+Ima Fly Boy, Ima Ima Fly Boy
+Ima Fly Boy, Ima Ima Fly Boy
+Ima Fly Boy, Ima Ima Fly Boy
+Save All That Talkin Cause U Blowin My High Boy
+Ima Fly Boy, Ima Ima Fly Boy, Save All That Talkin
+Ima Fly Boy, Ima Ima Fly Boy, Save All That Talkin
+Ima Fly Boy, Ima Ima Fly Boy, Save All That Talkin Cause U Blowin My High Boy
+
+[Verse 3: Mike Jones]
+I Keep 22's On My Foriegn Whips And 84's On My Hood Car
+Before Tha Album Sold 1.5 Tha Streets Know Ive Been Good Boy
+Got Tha Best Drops, Best Broads
+Best Diamonds, Best Cars
+Best Lean, Best Green
+Best Clothes And Best Bar
+Ice Age And Clover G's Fly Private Jets Over Seas
+You Mad At Me Cause Your Baby Girl Wanna Leave You And Come Fly Wit Me
+I Said Ice Age And Clover G's Fly Private Jets Over Seas
+You Mad At Me Cause Your Baby Girl Wanna Leave You And Come Fly Wit Me
+Cuz Imma Fly Boy, Roll Around In Em Fly Toys
+Save All That Talkin Cause U Blowin My High Boy
+I Said Cuz Imma Fly Boy, Roll Around In Em Fly Toys
+Save All That Talkin Cause U Blowin My High Boy
+
+[Chorus:]
+Ima Fly Boy, Ima Ima Fly Boy
+Ima Fly Boy, Ima Ima Fly Boy
+Ima Fly Boy, Ima Ima Fly Boy
+Save All That Talkin Cause U Blowin My High Boy
+Ima Fly Boy, Ima Ima Fly Boy, Save All That Talkin
+Ima Fly Boy, Ima Ima Fly Boy, Save All That Talkin
+Ima Fly Boy, Ima Ima Fly Boy, Save All That Talkin Cause U Blowin My High Boy
+**************************************************
+The Biz(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
+**************************************************
+Still Ballin’[Lil' Flip - talking]
+Still ballin'
+Ye, we still ballin'
+Still ballin', haha
+Ye, real definition of ballin'
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+I'm still ballin', like trick daddy and pac
+Pullin' up in the big do' caddy drop
+So top that, I bet you can't cop that
+I let you niggas eat, now I want my spot back
+Nigga, I the streets, I bring the heat
+Yo bitch can't be a muslim, because she suckin' me
+Balls, cuz I crawl, down to see ya'll smokin'
+I even get love, way down in Oakland
+Feel my pain, and feel my shit
+Give me ten minutes, I'll give ya a hit
+Just give me a drawin', give me a kick
+And watch me drop some tight ass shit
+Still ballin', we change to diamonds you knw they still callin'
+Twenty inch sprewells still crawlin'
+So that mean lil flip is ballin'
+I know you see the car, you see the ride
+You look in my eyes, you see I'm high
+The niggas beef, thinkin' I'm slippin'
+But the reason I'm up, is I ain't sippin'
+I used to have a golden smile
+Now I fuck wit golden child
+I went to school, I graduated
+Nineteen ninety nine I navigated
+Jumpin' out the lincoln, iceberg swaggin'
+Yeah I got money, so it ain't really braggin'
+Niggas be hatin', over hoes that I'm datin'
+I'm freestylin', this is demonstration
+Bitch ass niggas wanna act like they hard
+Everybody in the world, know you fraud
+Oh, you too old for that shit, you need to grow the fuck up
+Nah, but on the real you need to blow the fuck up
+Or shut the fuck up, and get out the game
+Cuz I'm michael Jordan, and I want another rang
+And I know you mad, cuz I'm the champion
+I know you like to stirred, but it can't be done
+Bitch!
+
+[Lil' Flip - talking]
+Haha, still ballin'
+Haha, it's ya boi lil flip
+This the new underground shit
+Straight freestyles shit
+Niggas ain't on that battle rap shit no mo
+Sell some records
+You can be the best battler nigga
+But if you can't sell no records, they gon drop ya
+Now battle that
+Platinum record, one single
+I run the south, biatch
+Shout out to my niggas Play-n-Skillz
+Motherfuckin' Dallas, Houston connection
+We ballin', nigga
+Feel me, screwed up Texas
+You know how we do
+**************************************************
+Ain’t No PartyOh, next light bust a right
+It's not gonna be too hard
+If there's no parking on the street pull up on their front yard
+Don't bring no vodka, or whisky
+We've got everything you need
+Just bring a pair of your dancing shoes and get down to this beat
+
+Let's go down
+Wash that sugar down
+You gotta realize that there ain't no party
+Like the party going on in my house
+Better believe that it's gonna be the biggest night of the year
+Because there ain't no party
+Like the party going on in my house
+But it would be so much better if you were only here
+... Mmmm, oh, that's right. Mmmm
+Prom night, Oscar night, got all that BS beat
+
+There's twenty girls for every single boy
+And their crazy from this heat
+We'll take you up and down and everywhere in between
+Mom and Dad are out of town all week
+So you better get on your feet
+
+If you can not find the lyrics you want, You may want to request them
+Let's go down. Wash that sugar down
+Ain't No Party
+Because there ain't no party like the party going on in my house
+Better believe that it's gonna be the biggest night of the year
+Because there ain't no party like the party going on in my house
+But it would be so much better if you were only here
+Mmmm. Oh I think it's gonna get hot tonight
+
+Brothers and sisters moving in together so
+So nice and tight
+Everything you ever wanted from this life is gonna happen right now
+Oooh, those girls tend to hide (?)
+And the temperatures rise
+Better reach for the sky and raise up the ceiling. ...
+
+Because there ain't no party like the party going on in my house
+Better believe that its gonna be the biggest night of the year
+Because there ain't no party like the party going on in my house
+But it would be so much better if you were only here
+If only you were here
+**************************************************
+Da Roof(Lil' Flip)
+Well, I smoke and lean tryna get high
+On Cloud 9 tryna reach they sky
+We call it dro'ya'll call it lye
+All I need is a sweet to get me by
+I'm super fly like Missy
+Drink Moette until I'm pissy
+I pulled up in a Bentley
+Hoes asking who is it its F-L-I-P
+Blowing that light green
+No sticks, no seeds $300 for an O-Z
+And you know me stay blowed puffing and passing
+You split it, dump it, lick it then stuff it wit hashing
+
+(Chorus)
+Da roof, da roof, da roof is on fire
+We don't need matches real smokers use lighters
+Da roof, da roof, da roof is on fire
+We don't need matches real smokers use lighters
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+Smoke all day thats what I do
+When I think about my nigga Screw
+I break bread with my crew
+I smoke green, purple, even blue
+I dont know about you but I love to smoke
+Play Grand Theft and crack a joke
+Or go to the club and snatch a hoe
+Thats the way it go when ya ballin hoe
+We smoke dro'to get higher
+I got 20's on my tires, I got tensions in my wires
+Cause Haddy's got that fire
+And when I retire I'm a still be smoking hay
+Like (?whos ya conflict?)or mail man and Drey
+So if you wanna smoke something just holla at ya boy
+Cause I got cotton candy, tarantula, and fat boy
+We can roll a sack boy and get so high
+But when its time to hit the club I need Visine for my eyes
+
+(Chorus)
+Da roof, da roof, da roof is on fire
+We don't need matches real smokers use lighters
+Da roof, da roof, da roof is on fire
+We don't need matches real smokers use lighters
+**************************************************
+Flip’n on My Block(*talking*)
+Yeah, I go by the name Lil Flip
+(that's right), me and my nigga Greg Street
+It's from Texas, to ATL, yeah
+
+[Lil Flip]
+(on my block), them niggas jamming Flip and 'Face
+And don't nobody have muscles, but we all moving weight
+(on my block), where the dopefiends let you rent they car
+And if you got the biggest rocks, you the neighborhood star
+So holla at a nigga, when you get your check
+And if it's 800 dollars, you about to triple that
+(on my block), we staying up playing dominoes
+And we got boosters in the hood, that be selling fake clothes
+That's how the game go, when you living in my city
+And niggas in the hood, they don't show no pity
+So don't act hot seditty, when you see me at a show
+And the reason we don't hang, cause you act like a hoe
+(on my block), the little kids they be smoking weed
+And if you go to sleep, they coming to steal your ten speed
+I'm from the C to the L-O-V-E-R-Land
+And where I'm from (Cloverland), bitch I'm the man
+
+[Hook]
+On my block, everybody on the corner hustling
+On my block, niggas pulling up on them buttons
+On my block, we getting that money fa sheezy
+I can't leave freestyling alone, the game need me
+
+[Lil Flip]
+(on my block), you might see my nigga Greg Street
+In a black G-Wagon, or that black Bentley
+Or you might see my nigga, C-Note in the drop
+You might see my nigga, Will-Lean on the block
+You might see my nigga, Rebel at the Chop Shop
+You might see my nigga D, at the Barber Shop
+You might see my niggas, on Groden shooting hoops
+Or you might see my nigga T.A.Z., rolling in a Coupe
+You might see my nigga Dre, from S.A
+Or you might see my nigga Ken, at Quickway
+Or you might see the cops, just rolling through the hood
+Trying to bust another nigga, when they see you living good
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Lil Flip]
+You got dope dealers and crackheads, with bumps in they face
+We drive fo' wheelers on flat beds, so nigga let's race
+And we can't catch a case, cause we got the best lawyers
+And I spit dead in your face, now that's some gangsta shit for ya
+And to my fans, who really buy my shit
+I appreciate the love, cause y'all made me rich
+And if it wasn't for y'all, I wouldn't be shit
+So I'ma hold this shit down, for the Screwed Up Click
+
+On my block, ha-ha, ha-ha
+**************************************************
+We Ain’t Scared (Undaground Legend)(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 gone care 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
+Y'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 steel
+And it's a fact, that most niggas mouth get em killed
+
+(Chorus - 2x)
+(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)
+(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
+2Pac 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)
+**************************************************
+Deep Down SouthCome on, uh...
+
+[Lil' Ron]
+I'm bout to cause a disaster, like a earthquake
+Eighteen's, got little kids dropping milk shakes
+I smoke and sip eights, poured in one soda
+Treat my girls like dogs, nigga teach em to roll over
+Give em the cold shoulder, if they don't listen
+But they quickly convinced, when they see them rims twisting
+Better pay attention, to that nigga Lil' Reezy
+It takes six dimes in bikinis, just to please me
+Better believe me, its real in the field
+My chain like yellow lights, it make people ill
+In the Porsche switching gears, like a Nascar racer
+And the rocks on my bracelet, got it looking like a glacier
+I'm a clutch player, like Robert Ory
+These cats ain't balling, they telling stories
+But ain't gotta worry, bout H.S.E
+If I ain't hating on you, then why you hating on me
+
+[Chorus: Big Shasta]
+We from the deep down South in the city
+In the light, and I be seeing these girls be looking pretty
+That's why, I got to stay on my grind
+So we can be a hundred percent, all the time
+Y'all don't know where we from (where we from)
+Y'all don't know where we been (where we been)
+
+[Yung Redd]
+Its like one for the money, and two is for them hoes
+Three is for the drank, Four pass me the smoke
+You won't see me riding, in any ole Benz
+Unless its jet black, on twenty inch rims
+I got more Air Force, than the government
+Every color pair, I'm so fly trust me I'm loving it
+I never leave the hoe, with just a single rubber
+And I crawl like Ringling Brothers, hoes love us
+Under the in-fluence, catch me swerving
+Playing in a number six, like Julius Irving
+My watch and my chain, got me coughing and sneezing
+Still a young heathen, as long as I'm breathing
+I pay for a show, turn it out then I'm leaving
+The way the man told us, its flossing season
+This year we got it made, we shining y'all
+Even though we got a due, we still grinding y'all
+
+[Chorus: Big Shasta]
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+Who am I, name is Lil' Flip
+And I roll with, two clips
+Just in case, something happen
+While y'all niggas yapping, I'ma be capping
+Rolling with my strap and, pistol packing
+Glock 9's, Tech 9's, even a Mack 10
+I'm not acting, I pack clips so
+Play your roll, and stick to the script
+Before I flip, and empty the clip
+I'm Gladys Night, cause I'm a pimp
+We eating shrimp, and catching planes
+You know I'm great, at catching dames
+And what's your name, where you live
+Will you give some brain, do you got kids
+Cause if you do girl, its okay
+So pass the syrup, fuck the courvassier
+
+[Chorus: Big Shasta]
+**************************************************
+The Take Over(*talking*)
+Hey Hump, how much you paid E.S.G
+To get on the H.S.E. album mayn
+(I gave that nigga three full cookies, told him
+Get his ass away come back and get a fifty pack)
+Hey y'all, E.S.G.. snort cocaine ha-ha-ha
+
+[Hook]
+Sucka Free Records, we running this rap shit
+Humpty-Hump, we running this rap shit
+R-E double D, we running this rap shit
+Lil' Ron, we running this rap shit
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+The take over, yeah the break's over
+I'm the God of freestyle, bitch I'm from the Clover
+And I'm screwed up, did I make myself clear
+Now you got me pissed off, so I'ma end your career
+I don't care if you swang and bang, you still broke to me
+Remember Hump, use to let you snort dope for free
+Look you ain't on my level, cause you are lame
+You had to run from your gal, so you could do some caine
+You went from Perion, Black Heart to Wreckshop
+Now you got some tattoos, so you wanna be Pac
+You fell from top ten, to not mentioned at all
+Face it E, you will never have a plack on your wall
+You did Maan with Big Moe, then you left the label
+You ain't get shit, Big Moe got a Navigator
+Matter fact, you had the worst verse on the song
+But we all know, you ain't shit but a clone
+You ain't write Buy the Car, nigga I wrote that hook
+But I should of known that day, I couldn't find my notebook
+And you are, so laaaame
+Damn E.S.G.., tell the truth how long you been in this game
+You came out with Ocean of Funk, and Sailin' Da South
+Then you went to jail nigga, so you took a loss
+Then you returned, with the Living Dead
+But wasn't nobody feeling you, your career was dead
+
+[Hook]
+Big H.A.W.K., we running this rap shit
+Po-Yo, we running this rap shit
+T.J., we running this rap shit
+Big Moe, we running this rap shit
+3-2, we running this rap shit
+Slim Thug, we running this rap shit
+Scarface, we running this rap shit
+U.G.K., we running this rap shit
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+Now you rolling with Slim Thug, cause you done lost your buzz
+You ain't shit, so you don't get respect in clubs
+I took you to get your license, I paid your bills
+And don't you think right now, it's time to change your grill
+Don't nobody wear crushed, we wearing princess cuts
+And didn't you see the new Vibe, I bet that fucked you up
+Scarface said it all, in one paragraph
+Now who the Freestyle King, don't make me laugh
+Now tell your fans, how you stole raps out my books
+Tell your fans, Lil' Flip wrote all your hooks
+I'm spectacular, bite your neck like Dracula
+Nigga I wrote it, you ungrateful bastard
+And you are, so laaaame
+You almost thirty, and you still broke in this game
+You really from Bogalusa, but you claim you Texas
+Tell the truth, you ain't never drive a Lexus
+And you are, so laaaame
+You might sell more records, if you quit screaming mayn
+Your style been whack, so now it's time to retire
+I thought I made myself clear, to stop stealing my style
+And Lil' Flex, you ain't shit but a hoe
+Don't try to be Yungstar, get your own flow
+We all know, that Z-Ro go the hardest
+We Screwed Up Click, we gon shine regardless
+
+[Hook]
+Sucka Free Records, we running this rap shit
+Humpty-Hump, we running this rap shit
+R-E double D, we running this rap shit
+Lil' Ron, we running this rap shit
+
+(*talking*)
+You fake motherfucking rappers
+Yeah we run this rap shit, broke bitch
+No rapping ass motherfuckers, that's jealous
+Cause young niggas got y'alls spots bitch
+Been another nigga play, Freestyle King forever hoe
+Sucka Free run this shit, fake motherfucker
+Yeah nigga, y'all thought I was gone bitch
+Remember this, don't give a fuck about Flex
+We don't give a fuck about E.S.G
+Take a dick to your brain bitch, yeah CEO's for life
+Sucka Free run this shit, you old Flex
+You and that bitch Den Den, Den Den I thought
+You were a CEO bitch, you a CE-Hoe
+That's why we see your as at the Impact, broke bitch
+**************************************************
+Uncut[Z-Ro]
+It's a bunch of niggas upset with me, cause I don't visit no mo'
+They think that I'm capping, but I'm just cuz I'm in a fo' do'
+Fully loaded Chrysler 300, sitting on grown men
+Plus I'm covered by VS-1 diamonds, from pimping my pen
+I could remember when, they use to laugh at me in class
+Cause of my eyes are incursion, corduroy britches man that's all I had
+Cause of my bifocal glasses, they use to call me fo' eyes
+And egg-head but now I'm a grown gangsta, receiving FED bread
+Ain't no telling what I'ma do, if somebody test me
+I'ma yell in town by motherfuckers, your best bet is not to sweat me
+On the edge sit on the edge of the bed, with a infrared in my paw
+It's time to pay back everybody I owe, if you scared call the law
+Cause I ain't gon never stop, coming after your coward ass
+Run up on you at the intersection, bitch I'm bout to blast
+All you rappers, dissing Z-Ro in your songs
+Bitch I'ma for real life head bust, I'm coming to see you fuck a song
+
+[Z-Ro]
+Now I don't owe nobody nothing, but lately niggas and bitches
+Been attempting to get close to me, flipping the access to my riches
+But can't you see this tattoo on my arm, say one deep
+That mean it's nobody with me, when I'm 'woke or when I'm sleep
+I ain't never been the type, to hang with a lot of niggas
+Plus my attitude is rude, so I'ma be done shot a nigga
+Please let me keep my cool, until I get paid
+Then it be fucked up if I miss my chance, at a million in my grave
+I'm the king of the ghetto, because I'm still here
+You can purchase drugs or pussy, or you can get killed here
+City streets, they'll eat you alive if you ain't got no street sense
+You better call an audible, 'fore you meet up with the defense
+The jackers the killas, the crooked ass cops
+I refuse to become a statistic, bro I got my Glock
+So before you run up on me homie, for an autograph
+Please don't do nothing suspicious, I'm trigga happy and I might blast
+**************************************************
+Ridin’ Spinners (feat. Three 6 Mafia)(feat. Three 6 Mafia)
+
+(DJ Paul)
+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' baby
+
+(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 grab a cup Juice so I can pour ir up
+And if you represent yo hood, go on throw it up
+It's the L-I-L F-L-I-P
+If I ain't smokin' trees, I'm pokin' freaks
+So throw the row of keys and let me roll
+Cause this the way we ball, I'm just lettin' you know
+We like our music slow but our cars go faster
+I'm in the V-12 with my cousin Big Shasta
+I'm Lil' Flipper and I'm a top ten seller
+Everybody slowin' down cause my drop is yellow
+
+(Hook 2X)
+(Lord Infamous)
+I saw my dog with the center circles so I (*Brakes*)
+They spinnin' like a saw so don't touch em' when I (*Brakes*)
+I saw a shanky broad that owe me money so I (*Brakes*)
+See me choke the hell up out my broad when I (*Brakes*)
+When ya stand by the blades you can feel a slight breeze
+Stop by House of Dubs just to keep em' on clean
+Fell up in the Peabody, the most expensive suite
+Them thangs still spinnin' when I filled out the receipt
+
+(Crunchy Black)
+I used to be clean in my Expedition
+A girl see me and she'll be wishin'
+That I'd stop and spit some pimpin'
+It's mackin' in me baby, I just thought I would mention
+She got hot like in the kitchen
+You see my kin folks, cars, and glisten
+Ain't nothin' like Sprewells cause they spinnin'
+It's CB baby I'm just in it to win it
+
+(Hook 2X)
+**************************************************
+Dem Boyz[talking]
+Play-N-Skillz
+
+[Chorus: Repeat 2x]
+Is it cause dem boyz is out there shinin (shinin)
+Maybe cause dem boyz is out there grindin (grindin)
+Platinum pieces with canari diamonds (diamonds)
+But haters they talkin but never mind them (never mind them)
+
+[Verse 1: Lil' Flip]
+Well I'm back up in yo' ear once again cause I run this shit
+And I want rap about it unless I done that shit
+We catchin flights to Vegas, we stay away from haters
+We always chasin'paper-we ballin like The Lakers
+We stepping out in our gators, nothin but pimps and players
+All my close taylor plus I got hoes that  (??)
+I'm like Popeye the sailor 'cause I smoke me spinach
+And when my Benz pass by they be like "I hope he in it"
+They know my shit ain't rented (why?)cause I got two
+Yeah I got blue diamonds but these yellow rocks fool
+
+[Chorus]
+
+[Verse 2: Lil' Flip]
+I got bagguetes in the middle of my chain
+H2 in the middle of the lane-doin donuts in the middle of the rain
+If you in a wreck can I get alittle brain
+I ain't gotta spend a thing for me to hit ya dame
+I smoke so much dro hoe I might forget yo name
+Stop (wheels screech)don't make me cock it, and pop it
+And reload quick I'm like Bone Crusher I ain't never scared bitch!
+I'm into making bread bitch and ridin candy red shit
+I'm doin this for Pimp C and my nigga Head bitch
+'Cause when the feds hit I don't wanna be around
+I'm a be real with you I don't wanna be in town
+'Cause when I'm on the road I'm gettin more dough
+I'm gettin unreleased Jordans straight from Tokoyo
+
+[Chorus]
+
+[Verse 3: Lil' Flip]
+Whenever I'm buyin (ice)I'm like fuck the (price)
+'Cause no matter how much I spend Johnny gon'have me (right)
+Johnny gon'have me (right), yellas mixed with (white)
+Yo chain shinin in the day but look at mine when it's night
+You see the differance in the rocks they look like blocks
+Red, white, and blue diamonds got me lookin like the cops
+(sirens) everybody pullin over cause they think they gettin stopped
+Oh mybad that's my chain and my mothafuckin watch
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+Heh that's how we doin it man, Lil' Flipper
+Play-N-Skillz on the track this that shit that make niggas bounce
+If you in a drop top make that mothafucker bounce
+Stick ya mothafuckin pinky ring out the window cause
+(shinin) southside, (grindin)northside, (diamonds)eastside
+(never mind them) westside Haha that's how we do it man
+Lil' Flipper underground legend U Gotta Feel Me, U Gotta Feel Me
+I ain't fuck off my budget U Gotta Feel Me Haha
+WOOOOO!, yeah ya'll buyin them ol'high ass tracks
+I'm like fuck it shit I ain't settlin I'll fuck wit Play-N-Skillz bitch
+**************************************************
+Like a Pimp (remix) (feat. Twista & Busta Rhymes)(feat. David Banner)
+
+Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo' (4x)
+Like a Pimp
+Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo' (2x)
+Like a pimp
+Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo' (2x)
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+By the time I hit the door
+I saw hoes on the flo'
+Niggas dressed in suits
+Tricking all they dough*
+Me imma pimp
+I ain't paying for no sex
+Man I'd rather buy a car
+Or a new rolex
+Cause I got street fame*
+So hoes flock like birds
+I got one holding the weed*
+I got one holding the serve *
+When I hit the club
+Imma be wit David Banner
+A thug ass nigga
+Wit bad table manners
+We act bad (my nigga what is yall saying)
+When we walk inside clubs*
+Niggas hold they gal's hand
+Cause they know we run trains (choo choo) all night
+How could yo gal leave me
+And be wit you all night
+But its all right
+Cause you know we don't kiss
+Like Too $hort said
+Bitches ain't shit
+I tried to told ya
+Dat most girls really freaks
+And dis is how they gotta
+Make they money every week
+
+(Chorus {repeat 4 times)
+Real girls get down on the flo' on the flo' (2x)
+Like a pimp
+
+(David Banner)
+Step into club looking just like a pimp
+We got cash
+So we screaming out "shake something BITCH"
+This is the song
+Tell the DJ put it on
+Micheal Tyler made you shake
+Sisqo made you show your thong
+Bitch im dead wrong
+The playa from the crib
+So get out on the flo'
+And girl get it how you live
+And since you so hot (hot)
+Then show yo pussy lips
+Go to Tugallo, but I know you still flip
+Bitch don't trip
+Ain't a damn thang changed
+I still love my queen
+But bitches keep me to the game
+So if you gotta hoe
+Shake em up and let em go uhh
+And let them girls get down on the flo' on the flo'
+Like a Pimp
+
+(Chorus)
+(Lil' Flip)
+Now don't you hate them ole'
+Lying ass hoes
+Smiling in your face
+Wearing her best friends clothes
+I suppose
+They like the way me and Banner pimp
+You can catch us at Poppa Do's
+Eating steak and shrimp
+
+(David Banner)
+Or you can catch us at E&G pouring it up
+Flip whipping Cali trucks
+Guls licking my nuts
+We some south side pimps
+And we ain't giving a fuck
+Fuck yo gul up in the throat
+And make her swallow the nut
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+We make em
+Swallow the nut so
+Follow the truck
+Lil' Flip and David Banner
+We got all of the butts and
+All of they sluts and
+All of the hoes
+So drop it like its hot girl
+Touch yo fucking toes
+Oohh
+
+(David Banner)
+Gone touch yo toes and
+Make me a roll and
+Gone hit the mall
+And buy me some clothes mayne
+And if yo boy's trill
+Imma bust a clip
+Yall bitches can't fuck wit me
+And
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+Lil' Flip Nigga
+Nigga, Nigga
+Yea nigga
+This for the real money makers out there you know
+Get yo mother fucking money
+Don't worry bout the next nigga
+Get yo mother fucking money
+Get yo mother fucking money nigga
+Uh get your money money
+Money money
+**************************************************
+I’m a Baller (Flip My Chips)I stay lit, I talk shit, and back it up
+'Cuz I'm a balla, my money, you can't match it up
+
+(Chorus)
+Lil' Flip, Flip, Flip
+I like to flip my chips, flip my chips, flip my chips, flip my chips, flip my chips, flip my chips, flip my chips, flip my chips
+I like to flip my chips, flip my chips, flip my chips, flip my chips, flip my chips, flip my chips, flip my chips, flip my chips
+'Cuz I'ma, I'ma balla
+I'ma, I'ma balla
+I'ma ba.., I'ma ba..., I'ma, I'ma balla
+I'ma, I'ma, I'ma balla
+I'ma, I'ma balla
+I'ma ba..., I'ma ba..., I'ma, I'ma balla
+
+(etc.)
+
+Hey, I gotta big chain, big name, black watch, blue range
+In my concerts, we 50 deep like Wu-Tang
+Drop top with hella screens, platinum grill, yellow ring
+Get a mil, split a mil
+Break it down with my team
+Every pistol got a beam
+
+Every nigga got a scheme
+'Cuz every empire got a star with a dream
+We makin' green, puffin' green, drinkin' lean
+We digital scales, no more triple beams
+
+(Chorus w/ liberties)
+Hey, I got the Clover G watch, Clover G shirt
+Lucky Nike's liquor, clover girl shirts
+Mack 10 loaded
+I stay focused
+I'm worldwide, ya'll niggas local
+Plaques on my wall, rims on my car, Louie 13 all in my bar
+I got loot, 0-6 coupes, press one button, the roof went poof
+(Hey) you know Lil' Flip go Platinum everytime
+I like money so I stay on the grind
+I'm doin' fine, I took a break, now I'm back
+I do you like a magazine, you'll get smacked
+
+{Chorus w/ liberties)
+**************************************************
+The Ghetto[Hook]
+In this world I'm gon' pity
+I was raised in the ghetto-out the city
+(Naaaaah, mmmmmmm)
+In this world I'm gon' pity
+I was raised in the ghetto-out the city
+(Naaaaah, mmmmmmm)
+
+[Verse 1]
+Look I was raised in in the(ghetto)
+I got payed in the(ghetto)
+Alot of gangsta's got made in the(ghetto)
+Alot of wanksta's got, got in the(ghetto)
+Got shot in the(ghetto)-but not popped in they metal
+I use to hang out with the ol' G's and peep game
+They use to send me to the store and tell me keep the change
+Now it's eight years later and I run shit
+Kiss the ring cause now I'm on some dumb shit
+And I ain't with that kissing ass shit dawg
+You owe me stacks, don't hold me back-I'm backin heat with the Heatmakers
+I can spitt it from the head I don't need a piece of loose sleeve paper
+You wonder why I never mix and mingle
+I'd rather roll a dutch and mix my single
+And I don't know about ya'll but I'm workin
+And I don't know about you but I ain't hurtin'
+
+[Hook]
+In this world I'm gon' pity
+I was raised in the ghetto-out the city
+(Naaaaah, mmmmmmm)
+
+[Verse 2]
+My neighborhood ain't shit like Mister Rogers
+Cause in the(ghetto)niggas quick to squabble
+Everybody unemployed in the(ghetto)-well fair, health care
+Shit the game ain't fair-alot of ya'll never come back to the(ghetto)
+Cause ya'll greedy ass fuck
+Niggas don't take care of they kids they'd rather by a new truck
+You wanna be a ghetto star and ride in the hood
+Cause when the D's post up it's goin down in the hood
+It's understood that more paper, bring more haters
+Everybody wanna coach but we need more players
+In eighth grade I got paid on a regular basis
+I'm stepping out with Air Max with the regular laces
+
+[Hook]
+In this world I'm gon' pity
+I was raised in the ghetto-out the city
+(Naaaaah, mmmmmmm)
+
+Something is holdin me back {*repeat til the end*}
+**************************************************
+Dirty SoufSouth side.... dirty dirty.... south side.. ahhhhh
+
+(Chorous repeat 2 times)
+It's the dirty south, it's just the dirty south
+It's the dirty south, the dirty south, the dirty south
+
+(Redd)
+Down south we wear bandannas and denim suites
+Down south you gone always spot us in them coupes
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+Well down south we drivin bentleys and jaguars
+And we play all our hoes like a game of flash cars
+
+(H.A.W.K.)
+Down south we bout that dolla dolla
+Grab a chick then hit and make em holla holla
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+Down South we eatin Timmy Chan's and noodles
+I just bought an Escalade and a PT cruiser
+
+(Redd)
+Down south my wrist stay below freezin
+Down south my niggas brag for no reason
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+In down south everybody shop in the galeria
+I dont care about the price I drop money like diarhea
+
+(H.A.W.K.)
+Down south we rollin fancy cars
+Escalades drop tops and rovers wit role bars
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+Down south lil flip pimpin sluts
+Down south we wearin Princess cuts
+
+(Redd)
+Down south is the place where dem caddy trucks stunt
+Ugly birds get shot down like duck hunt
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+Down south at my concerts I'm packin em in
+And you can see my diamonds from the back of my hand
+
+(H.A.W.K.)
+Down south candy paint bumper grill
+And to be for real I'm already done cart wheels
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+Down south we all about stackin chips
+And if you get outa line we packin clips
+
+(Redd)
+Down south they know redd one of the best
+Plus I shine like I got a sun on my chest
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+In down south I put diamonds all in your face
+And I'm sellin fifty thousand i'll leave your state
+
+(H.A.W.K.)
+Down south these bezeltines an baggets
+So much ice you could bobsled off my chest
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+Down south we sip serve and fall asleep
+Down south can't nobody else ball like me
+
+(Chorous)
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+Down south when we drive we hoggin the lane
+86 baggets clogin my rang
+
+(Redd)
+Down south we count money on the back of the jags
+But if I'm broke you gone find me with a gat in the mast
+
+(H.A.W.K.)
+Down south we smoke hydro and sip syrup
+Down south it's boo boo guess and ice bergh
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+Down south we ride swangers on drop tops
+After karintons we ride through our house
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+Down south lil flip the only freestyle king
+Down south we all known for big balling
+
+(Redd)
+Down south we spit slang notice my voice dragin
+Take a look at my clothes ice bergh jeans sagin
+
+(H.A.W.K.)
+Down south we some ghetto stars
+When we havin sex it's minashatwa
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+Down south I hope yall know it's hot as hell
+And if ya tape ain't jammin it's not gone sell
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+Down south it's rolex and cardiere
+We dont go to clubs unless they got a party there
+
+(Redd)
+Down south 5-0's be slangin the billy clubs
+Down south you ain't gone find to many silly thugs
+
+(H.A.W.K.)
+Down south stick together like glue
+And we love our music slowed down by screw
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+Down south lil flip wreckin all these boys
+Major labels dont even wanna call these boys
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+Down south I make em stop like DMX
+And lil kids poppin wheelies on they bmx
+
+(Redd)
+Down south every other ride is on twenty inches
+On a bad day I prolly conversate with twenty winches
+
+(H.A.W.K.)
+Down south we push rhymes like weight
+And the real hangry grill fake hang with fake
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+Down south it ain't no stopin me
+And I got more zeros then the lottery
+
+(Chorous repeat 2 times)
+
+(Redd)
+Down south ladies throw brawls right in your way
+Man I love to rock ice just to brighten your day
+
+(H.A.W.K.)
+Down south all you hear is H.A.W.K
+And thats the reason why I hit your flum face
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+Down south we ridin in vipers and vets
+Down south we wearin nikes and sweats
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+And down south sucka free got the game sowed up
+Down south everybody sayin man hold up
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+Down south all we do is ride on chrome
+Down south we got dvd's inside our home
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+Down south we ballin for the millenium
+I got a drop escalade and I ain't even twenty-one
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+Down south everybody know I'm shinin quick
+Can somebody flush the toilet (*toilet sound*)
+Cuz I'm the shit down south
+**************************************************
+Lil’ Flip vs. Paul Wall[Lil' Flip]
+When I met you last night you dumb hoe
+All you wanted to do is get a room and smoke my dro, oh no
+But when I put my hand on your ass
+You said that you was wearin a pad
+I got mad then I kicked ya out the room
+I said you dumb hoe you go pay the bill by noon
+Ima go to the club and find me a hoe
+Call the office book me a show
+Mo money mo money thats what I need
+I got drank and I love to smoke my weed
+Yes indeed I speed when I'm in my car
+Cause everybody know Lil' Flip a superstar
+And I don't give a damn who ya are
+Or where your from
+Ya come to my city
+Bring ya gun
+
+[Paul Wall]
+If I spill gurilla milk on my clothes I can do that
+Guess whos back in a blue lac
+Yeah you know whos that
+I'm like Shaq
+Cause my car got shoes thats fat
+And the speakers hittin so hard
+They'll bruise ya back
+It's paul wall but alot of people might not know
+Been in the game all my life its just my first year pro
+And I'm the leading scorer
+I leave mics poorer
+Cause I leave 'em broke
+Everytime I rap its horror
+I'm cold but I'm not just refering to my ice
+I went to Brooklyn and they told yo kid you nice
+Man I'm cold but don't make me say that twice
+Wreckin on this here mic is my life is you with that
+When I recline I sit back
+Let's get this money out here
+Lil' Flip is you with that
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+Yeah I'm with that
+And don't you forget that
+So brake me off a piece just like a kit kat
+I want my piece of my pie
+Cause if I die
+I can say at least I try
+Alot of niggas don't wanna work
+And when they look in the mirror
+And wonder why they pockets hurt
+Cause they broke
+And wanna buy clothes and cars
+In the hood they just a neighborhood star
+Actin like they got money when they dont
+Actin like they pay they bills when they won't
+Actin like they know how to make this cash
+Man I know how to make it fast
+Make sure I do what I do
+Break bread with my crew
+Go to sleep by two
+Wake up and I do the sane thang
+I'm still the same nigga
+Weather I wear the same chain
+Or I push a range rover
+As long as when I come out
+My shit change over
+To a million and one
+I'm lil flip
+Nigga I'm like Nas
+I'm a godson
+
+[Paul Wall]
+Whos next
+Better yet who got plex
+You need a strack of wet
+And a pack of ciggarettes
+To test what I profess
+Cause right now I'm the best
+Cause chamillionaire ain't here
+And lil flip just left
+Oh well
+Go tell
+O'gal
+Meet me at the hotel
+The ice up in my mouth
+Got my mind in a cold spell
+I'm cold
+But it ain't because of the weather
+I shoulda brought a sweater
+Everytime I rap I get better
+I'm stackin my cheddar
+My car got candy gloss
+I got a color changin lincoln
+On randy moss
+I got 84 swangers up under the fender
+Choppin game like a blender
+Return to sender
+It's paul wall
+**************************************************
+Check (Let’s Ride)[Chorus: Repeat 2x]
+I got my converse check, my pistol check
+My vest, plus I got VS1's around my neck
+The respect come first then the money and the power
+We got more cake to make let's ride
+
+[Verse 1]
+They thought I'd be another one hit wonder
+Until I pulled up to the VMA's in one big Hummer
+You know I'm a big stunna just like Baby fool
+Brand new Bentley Fanna what color?-baby blue
+Uh Deano hit me now I got cheddar to make
+You thinking Condo I'm thinking fifty-eight to a state
+You got your crib on a hill, I got my crib on a lake
+What, what where I'm from we like our music screwed up
+Uh, the blades chop we use jewerly and stage props
+We hate cops(why)cause everyday we get stopped
+For ridin spinners plus they know I got my pistol on me
+You try to jack me for my 'Lac they gon'miss you homey
+
+[Chorus]
+
+(talking)
+Yo Will-Lean let's roll man(Let's ride)
+We gotta go homey(Let's ride)
+You know how we do it though(Let's ride)
+(tires screech)
+
+[Verse 2]
+Uh I'm too street go pop-but I pop heat in the street
+I'm not braggin, G-5 wagon when I speed in my jeep
+Customized, bubble eyed with DVD's in the head rest
+Look I hope you potty-trained cause the tech'll leave you wet
+Let's make a bet I stay on top and keep a new whip off the lot
+Fifty weeks on the Billboard dogg I'm too hot
+But when I do drop you better move out 'cause I'm comin
+Niggas like roaches when the lights on they runnin
+Ten years and gunnin just like M.O.P
+Fuck strugglin-I get my publishin ain't shit for free
+I get that big bread, I'm making big chips
+You get killed at the beginnin I get them big strips
+
+[Chorus]
+
+[Verse 3]
+I'm a diplomat like Jim Jones, Nextels and sprint phones
+I'm tryna own ten homes yo rap money been gone
+I'm harder then ya'll better yet I'm smarter then ya'll
+I don't need yo ass nigga-regardless I ball
+I got that hot shit that you bump in yo drop top shit
+Bentley cocked hit the old folks like stop it
+You know I drop hits every time I spitt fire
+Whoever told you I ain't ballin-a damn lier
+
+[Chorus]
+
+(talking)
+Haha let's ride you know I make the music
+You can ride to, get high to, get fly to
+Yeah like them Ruff Ryder niggas
+I make that shit you can ride-or-die to
+Holla at ya boy, Houston we have a problem
+Red spider on the B-we gettin cheddar now we on another level now haha
+**************************************************
+Haters Still Mad (Remix)(*talking*)
+Yeah, it's Lil' Ron and Lil' Flip
+(haters still mad) I know, I know
+Whoa yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+You haters still mad, cause you see how we living
+I'm Lil' Flip, I'm dancing like Ernie Skippins
+I got a touchdown, when I went platinum
+I thought you was suppose to be hot, what happened
+Your shit came out, but you got the big head
+While you had the big head, I made big bread
+I got a big house, I got a big car
+I got a lot of shit, I even got a club with a bar
+What you want some Grey Goose or Belvedere
+I'm the new rap tight, artist of the year
+Feel me, listen to my style
+And when you see blue diamonds, that's my smile
+I'm a pimp by nature, I'd never hate ya
+I get a bitch you act up, I can replace ya
+I went to Asia, and bought a couple of things
+I bought a couple of watches, I bought a couple of rings
+Bling bling, that's what I like to do
+I ain't you, nigga so stay true
+To the game, and think like me
+I saw you went to the mall, and bought a mink like me
+
+(*talking*)
+Ha-ha, yeah, yeah
+We in this motherfucker, haters mad
+Stop acting like that, but we don't
+Give a fuuuuck ha ha, Ron wreck this motherfucker
+(uh, yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh)
+
+[Lil' Ron]
+Got flows to make you say whoa, Lil' Ron be pimping them hoes
+In the back of the limo, I'm blowing on that hydro
+In a six deuce Impala, watch all the hoes folla
+Your chain hollow nigga, you will never see tomorrow
+Swallow your pride, and rise up to the top nigga
+You fuck with me, then you will get popped nigga
+Flip in the Testarosa, nine in the holster
+Bitches running to the car, saying sign the poster
+Don't approach us, if you ain't might get some money
+Cause we ain't playing with you bitches, ain't shit funny
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+Cause we about our money, we call it moola
+I know you know me, but I don't know who you are
+You saying you the man, you wanna do a track
+I'm saying nigga right now, I need ten stacks
+And if you playing, I'ma turn my back on ya
+And if you try to jack, I'll turn my gat on ya
+It ain't no joke, don't play with my money nigga
+Cause I'm a street nigga, I ain't a dummy nigga
+I had money before, they had big faces
+I was riding, jamming Scarface "Sex Faces"
+Me and Devin about, to do some tracks
+And I'm, like Will I'm a man in black
+I got a gun and a gat, got a tech and a HK
+A AK, got a partna named Clay-Day
+I mean Clay-Do, killas on the payro'
+And I never drank, on the K-Ro
+Go to Dego's, for a couple of tats
+I go to the Ammo Dome, for a couple of gats
+I got the bullets with the green tips, shooting through ya vest
+Nigga, and watch your ass get flipped
+I gotta stick to the script, I can't be a laim nigga
+If he got you fucked off, why you still hang nigga
+You say he your friend, but he talk behind your back
+My advice to you, is walk behind your gat
+Cause the streets be watching, nigga be plotting
+Hoes wanna fuck you, cause they be bopping
+Niggas be holding, cars be stolen
+Album is platinum, but first it went golden
+Now I'm rolling, look at my rims
+No more cloudy diamonds, look at my gems
+Now I'm smoking on the best shit
+Yeah I'm Lil' Flip, I'm in the S.U.C. click
+Screwed Up Click, for y'all that don't know
+You hear about it, for y'all that don't go
+To my concerts, one girl got one shirt
+I put my autograph, right on her skirt
+And she told everybody at her job
+Lil' Flip, music really goes hard
+Now my fans, just liking what I'm doing
+Cause I'm entrepreneuring, nigga wanna boo em
+But they can't, cause they know I'm a legend
+They got monitors on they leg, in the house by seven
+It seems like niggas get dumber and dumber
+How you trade in a Benz, just to get you a Hummer
+You went to jail, now you on probation
+For real, should of went and got a education
+But your dumb ass, couldn't be patient
+You wanted to smoke weed, now time you're facing
+Three years, behind three blunts
+Three freaks, damn nigga three sweets
+And that wasn't even endo
+You went to jail, for some regular weed
+And you saying, that you better than me
+You smarter than me, how the fuck you harder than me
+Come on my nigga, how you recording in three
+Different studios get your own shit, get your own click
+Nigga why you fucking with that nigga wife, get your own bitch
+
+(*talking*)
+Biatch (biatch) ha-ha, haters still mad
+What can I say, iight, cool
+**************************************************
+Heartbreaker (feat. Sean Thomas & Eeden)I miss you like crazy
+
+Day after day
+Night after night
+I feel so lost without you right by my side
+Girl i miss you like crazy (crazy)
+I miss you like crazy (see you tonight)
+I miss you like crazy
+
+Taylor made suits, creased like a napkin
+Lets be real its time, time for some action
+She b.... with a dimple on her right cheek
+Ima go get her one day, cuz she like me
+We used to txt all night, now we sex all night
+You see the mirrors on the ceiling
+Put me in her bank gaining interest
+And just think last year you were my mistress
+You a qaurter, fiften more than a dime
+We on the g5 tell em keep trying
+In two hours i can hit it three times
+I won't break your heart if you hold me down
+Big guns for the other side
+Helps security in my hood, im gunna ride
+You can be mrs gangsta if you act right
+Today ima break you out like last night
+
+Heart-heart-heart-heart-heart-heartbreaker
+Heart-heart-heart-heart-heart-heartbreaker
+You ......
+You know what to do
+I can't be with you
+Heartbreaker
+
+Now we, kicking it like everyday
+I can't lie, i love you in a special way
+You good for me like special k
+So lets rundavu in a special place
+Dont act, all you need is your passport
+I promise not to break your heart like the last mort
+We maxed out my visa on our last date
+We spent a stack on jumbalya and crab cakes
+I gotcha back if ever you need a soul mate
+Like morry i find a chick you can rotate
+Forget half, im giving you the whole safe
+Ohkay im lying, but at least i told you
+Girl im a soldier, drop and give me fifty
+Get with me baby and ima show you how to clock a milli
+Dont get silly if you really wanna live with me
+If you a heartbreaker, dont you deal with me, bye
+
+I miss you like crazy (crazy)
+Day after day
+Night after night
+I feel so lost without you right by my side
+Girl i miss you like crazy
+Heart-heart-heart-heart-heart-heartbreaker
+Heart-heart-heart-heart-heart-heartbreaker
+You....
+I dont know what to do
+I can't be with you
+Heartbreaker
+**************************************************
+Pimp JuiceYo, this the underground though, nigga
+Haha, ya know, ye
+
+[Verse One- Lil' Flip]
+She wanna get me for my pimp juice
+Cuz she gone of the x, and that grey goose
+Plus Imma pimp hoe, so I can't pay you
+You understand I'm the man
+And gettin' money, is the motherfuckin' plan
+I'm like a kick stand, cuz I'm always leanin'
+I never do the speed limit, so I'm always speedin'
+And it don't take much, to make me happy
+Cuz I bin have this shit, way before I was rappin'
+Went to cappin', before I, get to clappin'
+Niggas kamikazee style, and make sho I hit the cabin
+But don't hold the grudge, when I go see the judge
+Till ya locked up nigga, you can't fuck
+And ya baby mama, still in the free world
+You thought she had one child, now she got three girls
+Boi, I'm the real mcoy, you niggas too faced
+I pull a gun to ya mouth, like toothpaste
+We in a new state, tryna get the big lick
+I got money on my mind, nigga fuck a bitch
+Don't worry about snitch, cuz they talk too much
+That's how dumb ass niggas, get coughed up
+But not me, cuz I never hang out
+I got chopper bullets, watch them hoes rang out
+And when them cops pull up on the scene
+Nine times outta ten, Imma be wit will lean
+
+[Hook- Lil' Flip]
+I know you wanna hit the club on dubs, don't ya
+I know you wanna smoke all of my bud, don't ya
+I know you wanna be my new bitch, don't ya
+But I'm sorry, cuz lil flip don't want ya
+
+[Verse Two- Lil' Flip]
+Yeah I don't want ya nasty ass girl, ya gotta be fine
+I can't fuck a eight or a seven, you gotta be a dime
+I seen you niggas, gotta be wit stupid hoes
+But I feel em, cuz them hoes buy a niggas clothes
+Fuck the clothes, make ya hoe by ya dro
+Pay ya bills, change ya grills, brang you wheels
+Lil flip jus got a deal, Imma keep it I got game
+You should peep it, you are lame
+I'm the flip, the freestyle king of the freestyle gang
+I don't sniff nuthin', all I do is split buttons
+When I pull up to the club, they say flip stuntin'
+I'm freestylin' nigga, I hear ya writin' shit
+That's why you fuckin' up nigga, it's time you say real shit
+
+[Pimpin' Ken - talking]
+Ye, Pimpin' ken, why you chillin' wit these fat ass bitches
+Ya fat fat, the burger king got ya gal fat fat
+Ye, ye ye, Pimpin' ken, one more time
+Hey flip you know what I'm talkin' bout man
+We up in this dallas texas, mayne you know what I'm talkin' bout
+Know what I'm talkin' bout, check this out man
+I know you talkin' bout them pimp juice man
+But you know what pimp juice is mayne
+It's that shit we got in the pimp cup mayne
+Know what I'm talkin' bout, yea man that's that pimp juice
+You that grey goose right?, it's make a hoe turn into a big moose
+Ya know what I'm talkin' bout, know what I mean
+Imma go pimp some money, real motherfuckin' quick man
+You know we got these hoes drunk on this motherfuckin'gang bangin
+You know we ain't alchoholics
+We motherfuckin' pimpaholics, in this bitch man
+It's Pimpin' Ken and Lil' Flip
+You see us on BET, you know how we livin'
+(continues talking till end of song)
+**************************************************
+Grown ManGo, go, go..
+
+[Hook]
+I'm a grown man, find you somebody to play with
+All you hear is (bwap, bwap) when that AK spit - 2x
+I hope you bout that, cause my niggas bout that
+Mo'fucker, I'ma swang where your mouth at - 2x
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+I know you wanna be, down with the King
+But first of all, you gotta step up your ring
+I got shit around my pinkie, that'll hurt your vision
+Ten pointers everywhere, diamonds having collisions
+I told Johnny make sho', I got VS stones
+Out of all of the rappers, I got the best home
+Three kitchens and my maid, she be cooking my thangs
+Swimming pools, tennis courts and the shooting range
+One gym, twelve rooms got my shit like a maze
+And to mop my whole crib, it'll take you three days
+Look I'm a grown man, I had to get it on my own man
+And with my gun, I'm secured like Homeland
+I got three million fans, better yet it's fo'
+Cause I'm on Nelly, Buck album and Mario
+Winans I'm grinding baby, you see me shining baby
+You want a show a hundred grand, fuck you pay me
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+Dedication got me here, I ain't going nowhere
+And if you see twenty Clovers, than I'm somewhere there
+Cause I got a hundred niggas on my team, for real
+I'm like Nate Tronmeans, when I'm playing the field
+Breaking tackles left and right, cause I got the skills
+If you niggas wondering how, I got my deal
+I had a talk with Lil' J, he say he got my back
+So you know what that means, so I'ma leave it at that
+Texas gotta stick together, if we wanna stay
+Getting television BET, and radio play
+When "Sunshine" came out, it really pushed my fame
+Now the kids in the suburbs, know my name
+That's why I make good music, so you can bob your head
+The realest magazine, E.S. done Diva and FED
+Cause they don't give you a interview, then shit on you
+And you ain't dumb so you know, who I'm talking to
+
+[Hook]
+**************************************************
+Cut 4 U[Lil' Flip talking]
+Ah, yeah
+Lil' Flip, this for the ladies though
+Yeah, this for the ladies
+
+[Chorus: Lil' Flip]
+I cut 4 you, but girl, I got things to do
+I bet you wonderin' what I'm doin' when I ain't with you
+I got money to make, I got places to go
+So you ain't gotta worry if I'm out chasin' hoes
+I cut 4 you, but girl, I got things to do
+I bet you wonderin' what I'm doin' when I ain't with you
+I got money to make, I got places to go
+So you ain't gotta worry if I'm out chasin' hoes
+I cut 4 you
+
+[Verse One: Lil' Flip]
+I tell you wear a nigga's boxers and ya hottie top
+Would you like me if I didn't have a Jag off the lot
+And when I hit the mall and shop I'm buyin' all the socks
+And if I got into some trouble, would you call the cops?
+I need a ride or die chick like the LOS, that know how to drive a stick in a yellow 'Vette
+I need a gal that know how to pull a silly stunts
+I need a gal that know how to roll Philly blunts
+And if I wanna drank, she gon' hold my ace
+And if I ever get locked up, she gon' promote my tapes
+She understand when a nigga say I “gotta show”
+And when say “I gotta show”, that means that I gotta go
+I'm tellin' you all this right know, because I gotta know
+Are you down wit' me, because I gotta lotta dough
+And 'cause all of my jewelry gotta lotta snow
+“What you need Flip?”
+Girl, not a hoe
+
+[Chorus: Lil' Flip]
+I cut 4 you, but girl, I got things to do
+I bet you wonderin' what I'm doin' when I ain't with you
+I got money to make, I got places to go
+So you ain't gotta worry if I'm out chasin' hoes
+I cut 4 you, but girl, I got things to do
+I bet you wonderin' what I'm doin' when I ain't with you
+I got money to make, I got places to go
+So you ain't gotta worry if I'm out chasin' hoes
+I cut 4 you
+
+[Verse Two: Lil' Flip]
+I only like fine woman like Destiny's child
+And if I say “I'm Lil' Flip”, I bet she'll smile
+I don't believe in buyin' drinks, but I can show you a mic
+You don't believe my teeth cost, then I can show you the  price
+I paid twenty on my teeth, I paid fifty on my piece
+And you don't wanna know how much I paid for my Bentley (How much?)
+But it don't matter, girl, I got mo' money than Bill Gates
+And I'ma stay paid as long as my record's still playin'
+But niggas still hatin', 'cause they gotta broad with no flows
+And they're with a chicken head with no job and no car
+Hold on, girl, be quiet
+I think I heard my phone
+“Lil' Flip we gotta show”
+You can go out wit' ya friends I'ma do my own thing
+
+[Chorus: Lil' Flip]
+I cut 4 you, but girl, I got things to do
+I bet you wonderin' what I'm doin' when I ain't with you
+I got money to make, I got places to go
+So you ain't gotta worry if I'm out chasin' hoes
+I cut 4 you, but girl, I got things to do
+I bet you wonderin' what I'm doin' when I ain't with you
+I got money to make, I got places to go
+So you ain't gotta worry if I'm out chasin' hoes
+I cut 4 you
+
+[Verse Three: Lil' Flip]
+And I don't give my dough and I got lick 'em low
+And if your friends don't like me, forget them hoes
+I got you drivin' navigators and drivin' sports cars
+I got you steppin' out the house in Gucci sports bra's
+I got you doin' a lotta stuff that you didn't use to do
+I got you wearin' baggets the size of a rubies Q
+I got you takin' vacation while I'm playin' playstation
+You heard, I was with another girl
+
+[Flip]
+Baby they just hatin', keep waitin' pretty soon
+We gon' spend some time, but if I wanna stay paid I have to spit rhymes
+So if you done with me baby, then it ain't no problem
+And we can ride side by side, like Batman and Robin
+
+[Chorus: Lil' Flip ]
+I cut 4 you, but girl, I got things to do
+I bet you wonderin' what I'm doin' when I ain't with you
+I got money to make, I got places to go
+So you ain't gotta worry if I'm out chasin' hoes
+I cut 4 you, but girl, I got things to do
+I bet you wonderin' what I'm doin' when I ain't with you
+I got money to make, I got places to go
+So you ain't gotta worry if I'm out chasin' hoes
+I cut 4 you
+**************************************************
+Y’All Don’t Want ItLil' 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
+Niggas 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 niggas 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]
+**************************************************
+Tell MeF/ Big Shasta
+Ooooh-oooh-oooh
+Make yoooour cash
+My mama used to tell me...
+[Lil' Flip]
+Let me state my name, and show my skills
+I'm Lil' Flip, and I got that deal
+But I keep it real, with my peeps
+And I hold my heat, when I'm in the streets
+But I can't stop and I won't stop, rapping till I'm dead
+Cause every single day, I got ideas in my head
+Like trippling my money, and doubling my
+**************************************************
+I Get Money [Clean]You smell that? Hey, that's the money
+I smell money, Ross
+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 two million and walk in the door
+And that's how they'll let you go 'cause I get money, n***
+I'm a fly boy, n***, my chain worth thousand grands, n***
+That's twenty thousand karats, n***, step your game up
+That's why your chain ain't up, n***
+The blue barb on my lap when I'm in the trap hood
+Blueberry by the pound, now where did you get that?
+I can't tell you, n***, I'm not a snitch
+But on the real it feel great to be rich
+I'm just playin' my hand, watchin' 'Makin' The Band'
+Johnny ordered my watch and he makin' the band
+I be changin' it up, ain't no changin' me what
+You, lil' n***, better 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?
+My roof back, my coupe black, fifty grand, I blew that
+I'm so fly, they call me Mr. I Can Do Dat 'cause
+I get, I get, I get money
+I get, I get, I get money
+I get, I get, I get money
+I get money and that's how it is
+I get, I get, I get money
+I get, I get, I get money
+I get, I get, I get money
+I get money and that's how it is
+My car a Benz, not a regular Benz
+Multi millionaire so, baby, I double my ends
+Mercedes, Maybach, broke, n***, stay back
+The boss don't play that, boy, you gotta pay that
+Watch cop some bub, G's runnin' stacks
+They be year off, bring my money back
+Yeah, I f*** wit' G's out in Cloverland
+We talkin' twenty keys but I don't know the man
+I'm gettin' cheese, it's time to shine
+I love to flip, I'm flippin' mine
+I love the smell, they smell the money
+You wanna smell yourself, well, b***, shell it from me
+I get, I get, I get money
+I get, I get, I get money
+I get, I get, I get money
+I get money and that's how it is
+I get, I get, I get money
+I get, I get, I get money
+I get, I get, I get money
+I get money and that's how it is
+I told n***, I show n***, I'm the best
+I'm the s*** in New York, but I'm a god on the West
+I must confess, 'The Source' own me two more mics
+I took my ringtone money and bought two more bikes
+I took my liquor money and bought another crib
+I got three maids that is that f*** game
+Go ask Corn Row, we do it big right?
+If I ain't front row I ain't watchin' the fight
+I be in Street Port wit' my n***, Bayday
+I be in airports wit' my f*** AK
+Four seven to eleven, one eight seven on a cop
+I know you prayin' that I flop, n***, but
+I get, I get, I get money
+I get, I get, I get money
+I get, I get, I get money
+I get money and that's how it is
+I get, I get, I get money
+I get, I get, I get money
+I get, I get, I get money
+I get money and that's how it is
+**************************************************
+Pass the swishaThat reefer that reefer I be on it everyday
+I keep a 2 liter, we chief about 2 oz a day
+Purple haze, silver haze white widow break it down
+That reefer that reefer I be on it everyday
+I keep a 2 liter, we chief about 2 oz a day
+Purple haze, silver haze white widow break it down
+I kno how to cure my weed, but I can't wait I'll take it now
+I roll em fat u can ask snoop how we blow big
+You do it to if u got 80 g's for 4 gigs
+See out in Canada I get my hands on everything
+My girl can't handle I'm in love with that Mary Jane
+I smoke chronic I get blunted it ain't a thing to me
+I kno it smell loud, the crystals red and brown
+I bought a pound it's goin down
+What you Smokin on them 83's not 84's playboy what u rollin on
+I Get high like my G5 in the sky
+I Keep my big oomp spray whenever I ride
+Now Put yo lighters up if u a bud smoker smoker
+I'm getting high nigga
+
+Now pass da swisher to the left and slide
+Cus everybody tryin to get high
+I said pass da swisher to the left and slide
+Cus everybody tryin to get high
+
+I wish I woulda met bob Marley one time
+Cus I bet we woulda smoked more than a dime
+Look I don't do the lines, ice, and the x pills
+But I guarantee u cali got the best field
+Firs u roll it roll it
+Then u puff it puff it
+When it's gon get u another blunt then stuff it stuff it
+Don't cuff it cuff it
+Hit it once then pass it
+The shit that I be smoking can smell through the plastic
+What the hell u got in that herb
+It's right right u even mix it with syrup
+My sprite my sprite
+So u can't tell me I ain't blowin
+U can't tell me I ain't smoking
+U can't tell me I ain't holdin
+U hear the motherfuckin switches
+Anybody try to jack me he gon leave the scene with stiches
+My black and white people roll up yo white boys
+We call em joints man let's get straight to the point
+
+Now pass da swisher to the left and slide
+Cus everybody tryin to get high
+I said pass da swisher to the left and slide
+Cus everybody tryin to get high
+
+Now wat u wat u wat u got up in that bag
+Can I can I give u money left go half
+Oh oh oh o now u actin shady nigga
+Whoa so so I'm baggin my 380 nigga
+The craziest drug I did was a mushroom
+An hour later I'm getting scurred in the restroom
+Hallucinating everything lookin 3d
+But I don't care cus I'm a mofuckin B.G
+Say say say say wat u got fo sale
+Oh oh u a cop I ain't tryna go to jail
+Shit shit shit shit I almost fucked up
+Bitch bitch bitch bitch don't roll my stuff up
+Shut the fuck u don't have to roll my dutch up
+I don't need u anyway let's get out I got my haze
+When I was broke n nobody wanna chill with me
+Now I got some mills with me
+Plus I got that kill with me
+
+Now pass da swisher to the left and slide
+Cus everybody tryin to get high
+I said pass da swisher to the left and slide
+Cus everybody tryin to get high
+**************************************************
+Da Gudda[Talking]
+Just another day in the hood
+Chillin with my niggas, ya know
+Right now we shoot a documentary for my mothafuckin album
+Bringin y'all niggas straight to the hood, come on walk with me
+
+[Verse 1 - Lil' Flip]
+Nigga I can hit you from a block away
+Cause my chopper bang like a beat from Dr.Dre
+I'm creepin at night with a Ki of that white
+From 8'O clock till 5, come get what you like
+From Vicodin to X pills you know who got the best deal
+I guarantee you fuckers this'll be my best year
+Canary stones got me lookin like a night light
+I ain't racist when it comes to diamonds cause I like white
+My bezzel lookin like it ain't even paid for
+But that's a lie bitch I got real paper
+I'm from the ghetto, the gudda where the feds hang
+I'm with ya wife fuckin up ya bed frame
+You ridin, I'm ridin-time to grab the weapons
+The shell catchers, gloves, and them teflons
+Cause when it's war anything goes
+I'm a stand up nigga, nah I ain't a hoe
+
+[Chorus - Lil' Flip]
+I'm from da hood-da gudda, da, da, da gudda
+I wish you would-da gudda, da, da, da gudda
+Let's get it understood-da gudda, da, da, da gudda
+I got choppers made of wood-da gudda, da, da, da gudda
+I'm from da hood-da gudda, da, da, da gudda
+I wish you would-da gudda, da, da, da gudda
+Let's get it understood-da gudda, da, da, da gudda
+I got choppers made of wood-da gudda, da, da, da gudda
+
+[Verse 2 - Lil' Flip]
+Ay alot of niggas hatin on me cause of the jewels I got
+So just face reality homie you ain't hot
+I read ya little interviews you don't know when to quit
+No matter how good you do niggas gon'talk shit
+I got bitches on my team that'll rob you nigga
+Right after she give you head and massage you nigga
+I play the game like a pro when it come to the streets
+And the bump'll make you leak when it come to the beef...ca'peesh
+Look, listen when I talk cause I'm a general
+I hope ya OG's smart enough to let you know
+I'm the truth in the booth what I rap about I did it
+I told Johnny put thirty pointers in my fitted
+I get it, I got it I'm makin a profit
+My kitted Impala watch me hop it
+I'm hittin switches on the bitches when I drive by
+I'm knockin snitches in ditches when I do drive bys
+
+[Chorus]
+
+[Bridge]
+Look if you wanna get paid, get that money nigga
+If you wanna ride blades, get that money nigga
+If you wanna Escalade, get that money nigga
+Yeah bitch I got it made, get that money nigga(oh boy)
+
+[Verse 3 - Lil' Flip]
+Look it's one for the money, two for the show
+Three gigs for eight five now I need my dough
+Look I'm straight off the block where the fiends be geekin
+I know a cat who snort three O's every weekend
+Lawyers, and doctors hide behind they occupations
+Cause at the first of the month they be waiting
+Shiiit I take food stamps and all that shit
+And if that ain't a hustle what you call that then(chump)
+I'm a young ass nigga with alot of game
+I floss hard cause everyday I rock a different chain
+I think my hood and my niggas who hold me down
+Besides Lil'J, Lil' Flip control the town(*echoes*)
+
+[Chorus]
+**************************************************
+Hustle for the Same Thing[Lil' Flip]
+Hey
+Put the beat up a little bit
+Yeah
+I like it right there
+That's perfect
+Matter fact, this track is perfect
+We talking about gettin' this money
+No matter where you from
+Europe, France, Switzerland
+Amsterdam, Houston, Cali, get money
+
+[Chorus: Fingazz]
+It don't matter where you from (We stay on the grind)
+We do what we gotta do (Got money on the mind)
+In my hood
+In y'all hood
+We gotta hustle for the same thing
+We gotta get it, gotta get it, gotta get it, right
+We gotta get it, gotta get that money
+We gotta get it, gotta get it, gotta get it, right
+We gotta get it, gotta get that money
+
+[Verse 1: Lil' Flip]
+We grind for the same thang
+I got a few partners on the chain gang
+And ain't never comin' home, you know
+When you locked up
+Your woman gone
+You'll do the same thang (If you ain't got no cash)
+You'll do the same thang (If you ain't got no ass)
+I'm addicted to cash, I'm allergic to haters
+Blunts make my throat burn (Nigga, roll up a paper)
+Flossy in Vegas, then I light optimos
+All this ice, got me with a flock of hoes
+In H-Town
+Niggas get paid for real
+Fuck what you heard
+We chop on blades, for real
+Pimp C back home, gettin' his money on
+Like Puffy Combs, the nigga got his own calogne
+And two big homes, plus I got exotic cars
+It feel good to be a ghetto star (I wouldn't trade it)
+
+[Chorus]
+
+[Verse 2: Mr. Capone-E]
+It's a struggle that we live for
+Stayin' alive
+While Bush startin' more wars
+Out grindin'
+Money is a object
+Gas prices going up, and how we s'pposed to solve this
+Trade my humble for that GT Bentley
+I'm trying to come up
+Homey, why you envy?
+Ain't my fault, I'm that number one stunna
+Don't Get It Twisted was my business summer
+Shine the hoes with the cash flows
+Buy the Don Perignon, at the optimo
+Can I get a V.I.P. at The Lounge, partner?
+They never seen a bald-headed homey eating lobster
+Trippin' cocktails, all drinks on me
+Jokers givin' out tat's
+At the party
+Time for the brams, to make that cash
+Sittin' next to George Lopez
+He made me laugh
+
+[Chorus]
+
+(Verse 3)
+[Lil' Flip]
+In my hood, niggas get money all day
+Look, before I hit the blunt, I stop and pray
+Each and every day
+I never forget
+I rap now, but you know, a nigga came from bricks
+Catchin' lights movin' white
+To get that green
+Ain't no furniture, but shit, I got me a flat screen
+That was '98
+Now I got cake
+In the 18-room grill like Bobby Plate
+
+[Mr. Capone-E]
+I got a house on the hills and the house in the hood
+A house on the beach, and I'm still up to no good
+Acting a fool, tryna stay sucker-free
+After party at the club, chill, V.I.P
+Cause I'm dressed like the president
+Call my chauffer
+Ladies love me, so I tell 'em, "Come closer"
+And gimme a kiss, cause ya boy made a hit
+It's all about the money
+Now, just sing
+Oh!
+
+[Chorus]
+
+[Fingazz]
+Gotta get it, gotta get it, gotta get it, right
+Gotta get it, gotta get that money
+"Fi-fi"
+{*scratching*}
+"Fi-Fingazz on the track"
+We gotta get it, gotta get that money
+Gotta get it, gotta get it, gotta get it, right
+Gotta get it, gotta get that money
+Gotta get it, gotta get it, gotta get it, right
+Gotta get it, gotta get that money
+**************************************************
+Last Dayz[Lil' Flip-Talking]
+Gyeah, this what you wanna hear right
+This what it's about
+Stop lyin in the streets man
+You ain't doin what you puttin on them records nigga
+I know yo past nigga, so you can miss me with that bullshit
+I'm a gangsta this, I'm a shoot that
+I'm a pop this, I'm a stab him
+You ain't gon do shit, you ain't gon do shit
+Cause you'se a bitch
+
+[Verse 1-Lil' Flip]
+Look many people wanna know what I been through
+A whole bunch of bullshit but I continue
+To make great music, I make that good music
+You do commercial music, I do that hood music
+Remember 'Game Over'I hit the punchlines
+Remember 'Sunshine'three hundred thousand times
+That's how many spins I got-and I got a plaque
+I got a Bentley Coupe nigga on top of that
+The Rolex still in my fuckin'safe nigga
+You a kid to me so I put you in yo place nigga
+I been around the rap game for like 12 years
+I'm drinkin Cristal, you barely drinkin 12 beers
+I'm smokin weed my nigga, I gotta grow mine
+These niggas shoot slugs at me, I gotta throw mine
+You can diss me nigga I'm a come and see ya
+When them hollow tips hit ya, I wouldn't wanna be ya
+
+(Chorus-Lil' Flip)
+The streets don't lie, so quit thinkin the beef gon'die
+I need atleast five blunts for me to get high
+Fuck the cops, I'm a ride
+So tell my enemies them niggas better hide-I gotta forty five
+(Buhhh-Buhhh)I put you in the grave nigga
+(Buhhh-Buhhh)you better behave nigga
+(Buhhh-Buhhh)I put you in the grave
+Cause we livin our last dayz
+
+[Verse 2-Young Noble]
+I spitt that ol'thug spirtual nigga
+Like you live through this, they gon label you a miracle nigga
+This sort of like a Panther party
+One nation of thugs comin together not to dance and party
+Livin nations in the game-Outlawz a known threat
+Ain't never had a deal, and we still ain't broke yet
+First things, first man-you fuckin with the worse
+If you scared get a dog-or take yo ass to church
+Uhh Wa-da-da-dang, wa-da-da-da-dang, we Outlaw military, Makaveli trained
+Them little homies slang, and the big homies bang
+I shine through my rhymes fuck a car and a chain
+Remain the thug's blue print
+They'd rather cop some old Outlaw 'Pac shit, then most of y'all new shit
+Remind you bastards-nothin but them timeless classics
+Learn about us in them college classes
+
+(Chorus-Lil' Flip)
+
+[Verse 3-Lil' Flip]
+Ay my partnas in the hood I can't let e'm starve
+I fuck with Keak The Sneak, I fuck with Messy Marv
+I fuck with San Quin, I pack a Mac-10
+These niggas never seen a black Maybach Benz
+I was the first rapper to ever have one
+I seen a diamond chain I had to grab one
+Then Nelly got one, then niggas followed soon
+That's when I told Johnny make my piece all blue
+
+[Verse 4-Young Noble]
+Look mean what you say or don't say shit
+I fuck with Scarface, I fuck with J-Prince
+I fuck with my nigga Trae, the whole A-B-N
+Big House and Sac, Real Talk Entertainment
+The streets don't lie-niggas is gon'die
+Nigga I'm on fire, niggas is gon'ride
+Yeah it's Outlaw for life
+We ain't doin what y'all doin-we doin it right
+
+(Chorus Till End)
+**************************************************
+Warrior(*Talking*)
+Ay I'm tired of all this talkin
+I don't know what y'all heard
+But I'm a warrior, let's go
+
+[Chorus]
+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
+
+[Verse 1]
+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
+
+[Chorus]
+
+[Verse 2]
+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
+
+[Chorus]
+
+[Verse 3]
+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
+
+[Chorus] - 4x
+**************************************************
+Sing for the Moment[Verse One- Lil' Flip]
+Haha
+I'm black, but I know how to rock n roll
+I know how to rock the crack, and rock the show
+Then I roll out, cuz I can't hold out
+That's why every concert I do, is sold out
+From, Houston, Dallas and Lafayette
+I got, white boys, that bump my shit
+I got this game locked, and I lost the key
+And it seem like everybody, want sumthin for free
+And now all the hoes say, they comin' wit me
+Cuz they know they smell good, when they runnin' wit me
+But I ain't trickin', I'm just stickin'
+This ain't chicken, so I ain't lickin'
+Cuz Imma pimp hoe, and I got good bangin' hoe
+No matter where I go, they love me in the hood mayne
+I guess I'm in the good lane, cuz now I'm doin' great
+Even though I'm showin' love, some niggas still hate
+
+[Hook]
+Sing with me
+Sing for the year
+Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear
+Sing it with me, Just for today
+Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away..
+
+[Verse Two- Lil' Flip]
+It's two-thousand three, and I'm twenty two
+I ain't changin', I still got three hundred tennis shoes
+I ain't changed, I just like to chill alone
+Cuz every other day, I'm in a different time zone
+Signin' autographs, for all my fans
+Cuz that'S how it go, when ya music in demand
+I flew straight to Japan, to make eighty grand
+I bought a house on the beach, now I got me a tan
+I push the lex lan, cuz Imma tex-an
+Pump call shawn taylor, tell 'em get them checks in
+Cuz I need mine, before I sign my contract
+I gotta read mine, if I pray everythang gon be fine
+You know I run the streets
+I drop my vocals before my niggas stomp the beats
+I bring the heat, just like my name was Pat Riley
+I'm my CEO, you can't fire me, bitch
+
+[Lil' Flip - talking]
+Haha that's what I've said nigga
+This how we do it, we sing for the moment
+We don't know how long this shit gon last
+So we gon keep droppin' this heat, on yo motherfuckin' ass
+Everyday, mixtapes, undergrounds whatever
+That's how we get our money, nigga
+We gotta supply the demand
+Lil' Flip, represent cloerland
+Southside, that's where I stay
+Home of the braves, fuck the Glocks, put on the k's
+Sing it wit 'em
+
+[Hook]
+Sing with me
+Sing for the year
+Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear
+Sing it with me, Just for today
+Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away..
+
+[Third Verse- Lil' Flip]
+Last verse now, ye
+I gotta sing for the moment, for hum birthday
+Nigga, I bought a ring for my homie
+That's how we do it nigga, he shop for me
+Fuck it nigga like I said, Imma cop the key
+Gotta get that good money, ain't fuck wit that evil money
+Even thought I had to fuck wit that illegal money
+Love money, could be drug money
+But shit, I got tatoos it's all thug money
+I'm lil flip, I know you like how I spit
+Shit, cuz niggas know this underground but it still a hit
+It ain't my beat but, it's my lyrics so, when you hear this shit
+Yur gonna love to hear it cuz I, spit to ya spirits
+From the shit that I say, niggas know freestylin' shit be everyday
+I do that shit when I don't feel like it, but I'm like a phychic
+Cuz you can predict what Imma do nigga, keep fightin'
+Writin', freestylin', smilin' wit my ice
+Go to the car lot, nigga fuck the price (fuck the price)
+
+[Lil' Flip - talking]
+Haha, we used to didn't have a lot, now we got a lot
+Each time we thank god for what we got
+We worked hard to get where we got
+And we sittin' on top
+No matter what you do, keep ya head up
+
+[Hook]
+Sing with me
+Sing for the year
+Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear
+Sing it with me, Just for today
+Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away..
+Sing with me
+Sing for the year
+Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear
+Sing it with me, Just for today
+Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away..
+**************************************************
+Where You From(Verse 1 - Flip)
+I'm from the place where they passed on my homie Vince Young
+I'm from the place where even teenagers got guns
+I'm from the place where J.Prince paved the way
+I'm from the place where my nigga Screw sold gray tapes
+I'm from the place where we drink codiene like milk
+I'm from the place where they keep the bumper kit on tilt
+I'm from the place the young niggas rob for funds
+I'm from the state where the D - boys'll hide your son
+My bullet proof block shots like Olajuwon
+I keep a cane with me like I'm Ronald Isley's son
+I'm from the place where we get the kilo's for cheap
+I'm from the place where you have to pay off the police
+I'm from the place where the crime rate continue to rise
+You ain't ballin you had to look at the menu for fries
+So next time you see Flip at a show just scream
+And six million records later, hold up Sandy check the paper
+
+(Chorus)
+Tell - tell 'em where you from - Tell - tell 'em where you from
+Tell - tell 'em where you from - Tell - tell 'em where you from
+Tell - tell 'em where you from - Tell - tell 'em where you from
+Tell - tell 'em where you from - Tell - tell 'em where you from
+
+(Verse 2 - Young Noble)
+Yeah this life of an Outlaw ain't easy
+I was raised in Jersey, born in La'Leezy
+That's Loscandlous - homie I'm both handed
+Best of both coast's, raised by the vultures
+My mama was a hustler, then became a customer
+I'm a young distrubuter - it's like we never had enough
+Get it, have it and keep it all in that order
+Fill a Swisher with a quarter, most of my niggas is caught up
+The good die young - a, the streets is hungry
+Nothin but gangbangin on the streets of Jersey
+We came up in stolen cars, Redman and Nore
+Play the block twenty - four hours it's all for the money
+Beef patty, coco bread, quarter juices, and chips
+On the stoop gettin rich till we scoop by the pigs
+Yeah it's Young Nob'and Flip - we on the stoop gettin rich till we swoop from the pigs
+
+(Chorus)
+Tell - tell 'em where you from - Tell - tell 'em where you from
+Tell - tell 'em where you from - Tell - tell 'em where you from
+Tell - tell 'em where you from - Tell - tell 'em where you from
+Tell - tell 'em where you from - Tell - tell 'em where you from
+
+(Verse 3 - Gudda)
+I'm from the murder capital, where they murder for capital
+Guerilla's with bananna clips, gotta keep a mac or two
+Young Rambo, shit load of ammo
+Hit everything in sight, niggas will can you
+I use to post on the block for the dividends
+Now I get paid on the mic spittin synonyms
+This kadafi shit, nigga I'm a bomb on 'em
+Outlaw, Fatal with the flow - put the crown on 'em
+Starin at the world thru my rearview
+Glass house whip sittin nice, that's the clear Coupe
+This the city where the skinny niggas die at
+This the city where the skinny niggas ride at
+I use to grind crack just to get the right scratch
+And now I ride tracks, punishin the high hats
+I'm lookin up cause the city is mine
+You'll never find another city gritty as mine(New Orleans)
+
+(Chorus Till End)
+**************************************************
+Freestyle (Lose Yourself)[Lil' Flip]
+Yeah, they told me I had to prove myself I'm like Eminem I'ma
+Yourself myself, I'ma Neva eva go lose my wealth, long as I got
+CB on the shelf, I'ma be paid nigga, live laid nigga, I been rappin
+Ever since the third grade nigga, I keep the game from head to D
+To the B R A T Jamaican free, I used to wanna rap but I
+Couldn't buy beats, I never been the trick but I got treats
+Lil' Flippa I had to shine, graduated in 1999
+I said I just gone rap for a year go back to highschool no I can't
+Be a quita, I can't fuck all night, I gotta live with my dream
+I had a dream to be the Freestyle King
+And I am I am and you niggas still hatin, and you niggas broke
+Sittin' on the cratin, waitin, wanna do a track with me, nigga
+I got my catz with me, A lot of niggas comin after me
+Shall niggas not like my family, if you ain't die with me nigga
+I'm screaming fuck y'all, hump to hump told me don't thrush you
+I'ma bout my money man, wit you bout nigga, do really got a car
+And a house nigga, did take care of mama when you got paid
+Did you fuck with a bitch and go get laid, when got my money nigga
+I went to see my motherfuckin niggas who was in the penadentry
+With no money nigga, with no hoes, with no clothes, some niggas
+In night in parole but, I'm still cold on the motherfuckin mic nigga
+I'm so throwed I can fuck a dike nigga
+I been freestylin nigga all my life nigga, I'm doin this shit from the head
+I ain't white nigga, niggas hate me, but I don't really care
+Cause I'ma be a legend like Andre Wettah, you can't fuck wit me
+You might as well jump down cause I'm the hardest freestyler around
+Man, Lil' Ron we havin a little fun, we packing big bullets and we got
+Those little guns, nigga, we don't play with you niggas, that's why
+We won't spend a motherfuckin day with you niggas, you niggas
+Talkin, hatin and chit chat, nigga we the fuckin sucka free nigga
+On the map, and I did like that, my nigga, in this rap game
+Committed like that, I can spit it like that, what my fitted like that
+When you I can do dat nigga I did it like that, there was a reason
+I'm ballin every season, nigga I'm young dirty ass hevened, but I
+Found my way up part the ghetto, you tried to take what I work
+Before I got the ghetto, and I don't play wit you niggas, fuck you
+I got money nigga, I can have somebody touch you, but I'ma
+Be the bigger man and leave that shit alone, cause Screw know
+Who the real king thats on the throne, nigga you really need to
+Come fuck wit me, cause I'll really really can't fuck wit me
+Nigga, Bitch
+**************************************************
+I Shoulda Listened (Remix)(*talking*)
+This song right here, this what Steve Harvey say
+He like off the album I Shoulda Listened
+Shouts out to my nigga Steve Harvey (yeah)
+My nigga Cool Cat, you know this just the underground shit
+Freestyles man (freestyles), off my own beats
+Check me out look
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+I shoulda listened, when you said don't do
+A lot of shit, that people just don't do (my bad)
+Move that dope (what), sell that crack (what)
+Just to get money, and drive a Cadillac
+I shoulda listened, when you told me
+That, bullshit is what they sold me
+Cause, they say black people ignorant
+But I don't think that, I didn't listen
+I'm in a bigger position, I paid my dues
+I keep God first, cause that's the rules
+I'm a changed man, the same man
+I'm Lil' Flip, I stick to the game plan
+Execute every move, watch out for every hater
+Fuck getting blown, nigga I'm about my paper
+After my paper blown, then I'ma get blown
+But if I ain't got no paper, ain't no reason to blow
+I do the show, and I make my stacks
+A lot of niggas, don't know these tracks
+Go everywhere, even overseas
+That's why, I got some Range Rover keys
+Cause I keep, going platinum in the streets
+And I keep going platinum on these, beats
+And some rappers, ain't even on they feet
+But they doing thirty shows, all week
+And I'm at my peak, I'ma be the best
+Represent for the South, like Pac did the West
+I'ma rep, for my niggas who in jail
+I'ma rep, for niggas who making crack sales
+I'ma rep, for my niggas in the motherfucking Penn
+Trying to get out, just got ten
+I'ma rep, for the niggas with no do'
+I'ma rep, for the pimps who be really pimping hoes
+Pimpin Ken, can't forget the Don Juan
+I'm Lil' Flip, what's up to my nigga Ron
+Lil' Ron nigga, that's my dog nigga
+You got some beef, all you gotta do is call nigga
+You know we coming, me and Hump we gunning
+Watching out for these hoes, that I fucked when I was in Hundred
+Middle School, I was just a little fool
+I did a lot of shit, I got shot and was in critical
+Condition, but I was still on a mission
+It's like tracks, it's just like I'm fishing
+I write a hook, and I hope somebody bank
+I might go platinum, if it's music that they like
+I'm so tight, cause I'm better now
+I'm getting cheddar now, I'ma do a double header now
+I'ma sell a lot of records, I'ma tell the people
+I'm Lil' Flip, and I'm so so special
+
+(*talking*)
+Yeah (yeah), ha-ha I shoulda listened man
+I shoulda listened, and that's what I'm saying man
+Reality, this a reality check for y'all
+Yeah, I shoulda listened, yeah I shoulda listened
+Uh I shoulda listened, yeah kids, I shoulda listened
+Keep God first
+**************************************************
+Forever Bangin’ ScrewAy, u know me i ride wit my trunk raise upBoy I'm
+Riding dubs u better put them blades upBanging screw four
+Fifteens kick hardAround da block one time come back and
+Switch carsSip barre cause it's a family tradition
+I'm the freestyle king it ain't no
+CompetitionI'm a screw head i ride black, blue
+Red,niggas call me lil flip nigga i can do that
+I thought you knewwwwwwthat we forever
+Banging screwwwI thought u knew that
+I done
+Bought tha cat bought tha houseGot about thirty karats
+Inside my mouthI represent the dirty dirty the dirty
+SouthI even put it down with Swishahouse I got more
+Syrup than waffle housenine nine graduater i walked
+AcrossI run through all hoes like Marshall Faulk I
+F*ck with Big Pokey and Big HawkUnderground mix tapes got
+Us fameF*cking with real niggas got us gameScrew up
+Click bout to go worldwideand once ya cross 610 welcome to
+The southside
+Thanks to my nigga
+Screw i got my shine on Now my nigga gone so i got to
+Rhyme strongima go platinum cause i'm a lyrical
+Threatthink about you every time i hear a casettechop up but them niggas can't chop like u them niggas
+Can't even make the music stop like uso ima keep u alive
+Every time i rap on da real DJ Screw put us all on the
+MapSo every time i bust a flow ima show my ass he
+Taught me two things keep it real anf fold my cashbitch im
+Rich still dropping undergroung shitf*ck the radio i drop
+Underground hits (im a screwhead)
+**************************************************
+Da Freestyle King Award(talkin')
+Nigga, 2000, Y2K
+Me and Ron C all in yo muthafuckin' shit nigga
+Fo sho, ha, man it's goin' down
+Y'all boyz need to fo sho get that cotton candy
+Cotton mouth, all in yo' face nigga
+Uh huh, Lil Flipper, The Leprechaun aka Da Freestyle King
+Sucka Free, fuckin' with that Ron C
+Dat Dodo, y'all blowin' bullshit
+Indo nigga this what we blow...
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+We blow Indo, I might be on Jay Leno
+They be like Flip, can you listen to my demo
+I say naw nigga I got shows to do
+After the concert, I got hoes to screw
+If I'm on stage, I don't wanna be close to you
+I got money nigga, I ain't gon' boast to you
+What I'm supposed to do, is keep rappin'
+Some niggas got gold in they mouth, I got platinum
+I ain't cappin', what happened
+I done blew up too quick
+I'm the Lil' Flip, Da Freestyle King of the Screwed Up Click
+I represent, I get head
+Ride blue, ride black, I ride red
+Fuck a Fed, I shake heads, when I'm in the club
+Ball outta control, I got Indo dub sacks
+How you love that, I ain't the Hot Boys
+But you might see me in a drop top boy
+I roll rolex, I got baggets, princess cuts
+If I'm in the club, you'll see me, pimpin' sluts
+That's what i do, nigga all the time
+Get rotation on 97.9, that's The Box
+Nigga got a TV sitcom on Fox
+Used to be on blocks, slangin' rocks
+Now I'm changin' dots, in my drop top prowler
+Go to court, throw away the case, I got a prowler
+Call her, nigga, Caller ID, a baller I be
+She wanna fuck, I'ma call her and see
+Take that hoe to Motel 6 or go to Tweety's
+Pour a duece in the can, sold a four in Tahiti
+Now I'm leanin', nigga, I'm in the green Beamer
+Supa dupa fly like I'm Missy Misdemeanor
+I'm Lil' Flip, nigga, I know you know me
+Baggets and 30 pointers all on my rolly's
+You might see me in a Expedition
+With a sign on the back, that say let's go fishin'
+I'ma balla, nigga I told you that
+If I ain't ridin' green then I'm rollin' 'Llacs
+I'm from the Clover, I'ma solja, I write rhymes in my folder
+Hell yea, I got mo' crystals than Folgers
+That's coffee, hoes wanna toss me, get off me
+Cause I be ballin' outta control, hoes they stalk me
+From Milwaukee, my Nextel, inhale, exhale
+Half of my niggas locked up in jail
+But I'm still on the block, puttin' it down
+Nigga when I smile, bling, platinum puddin, you gotta frown
+You be mad, cause you see me in a drop top Jag
+50 G's for a car, that's not that bad
+I can do that, if it's too fast, I can screw dat
+Get the brand new drop, royal blue dat
+Now I'm cruisin', niggas I be bruisin'
+Gettin' all mad cause in the club, I be choosin'
+I like yellabones, talk on PrimeCo telephones
+Got hoes from Hine-Clark to Yellowstone
+I'm in Homestead, killin' with the real niggas
+We wearin' Platinum Fubu, y'all still wear Phil Hilfiger
+I almost fucked up, but nigga I'm the king
+I can freestyle all night til the doorbell ring
+And all I do, is ride on chrome
+And all I got, is DVD's inside my home
+I got a Jacuzzi, I might watch Scary Movie
+Hell yea, I get head from yo mama every Tuesday
+This Lil' Flip, I bet cha know dat, show dat
+Hell yea, you owe me some money, nigga you owe dat
+So pay me, the radio gon' play me
+Look at my yard, I got mo' toys than Kay-Bee
+Who I am, The Leprechaun, Freestyle King
+Change the color of my teeth and my byzletine
+Now I'm platinum, nigga got a nigga name Crime
+Open up my mouth, my piece shine, but Johnny got my blinded
+Y'all can just parallel park, when I open up my mouth, its farewell to the dark
+I sip drank, flip pints, sip 8's, got hoes at Worthing, Sterling and Yates
+And when I pick 'em up, nigga, I'ma take 'em to the room
+Nigga, I'ma be the witch and you can ride my broom
+Then you gone, I freestyle, I'm off the dome
+I got all, satellites from the top of my home
+I get gone in my zone, nigga, I'm in a Bentley
+Niggas mad, they got Guess glasses, I wearin' Finley's
+And S classes, jumpin' out, nigga Da King
+Fuck y'all nigga, I'm jumpin' out limosuines
+
+(talkin')
+Nigga, Lil' Flip, Sucka Free, Swishahouse nigga
+We over here too nigga, we puttin' it down nigga
+The North and the South, nigga, how you do it, that was freestyle...
+**************************************************
+Pill or Two[Lil' Flip Talking]
+Smoke somethin*coughing*
+I mean you gotta get intoxicated
+If you wanna be a rock star
+It's Gates, Young Noble-Outlawz, Clover G's
+Real talk, we got here
+
+[Verse 1-Lil' Flip]
+Come with me ma, let me show you how a gangsta do it
+This for the club but this gangsta music(oooh)
+I told valater fetch my car
+And hurry up but don't wreck my car
+Let's go to Rosco's or M & M's-cause they got the best soul food
+My pinky ring lime green-my bracelet so blue
+The Coupe is so new-the roof is closed too
+I got ya back if any cat approach you
+Cause when that liquor talkin they take it too far
+And you ain't know that old beef, cause new scars
+Me and my crew stick together like velcrow
+That's cause we got more stripes then a shelltoe
+You smell dro-but hell no you can't hit it
+I don't care if you rap-so nigga don't spitt it
+That's when the valie came with my drop top
+The after party at my suite, now let's hit I-Hop
+Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
+
+(Chorus-Lil' Flip Repeat 2x)
+Baby girl I'm a mack, you conversatin with a star
+My pistol on me but ya dude gotta walk to the car
+Cause you know I wanna chill with you
+I'm on that Goose and a pill or two
+
+[Verse 2-Young Noble]
+Bein a straight G, ain't easy to be
+Which one of ya'll leavin with me?
+It's easy to see, it's poppin where ever we stoppin
+Get money it ain't even a option
+Lil'mama I don't deal with the non sense
+You dealin with bosses
+So everything is business, no feelings involved in
+Bring ya crew to the street
+Ma let me catch you slippin, I'ma put you to sleep
+I don't play them games, what's my name?
+It's Real Talk Entertainment-I ain't gotta explain
+This for the Macks out in Sac-all my playas in the back
+Niggas ain't gotta flaw, you know they got stacks
+Wrong nigga to run up on you lay flat
+Whatever you thinkin it is-it ain't that
+Baby whatever you drinkin tonight-I got that
+Shawty whatever you drinkin tonight-I got that
+
+(Chorus-Lil' Flip Repeat 2x)
+
+[Verse 3-Lil' Flip]
+I'm bout to throw a all white party like P Diddy
+It's goin down all night if you wanna come with me
+I gotta bag of that sticky, I got my canabis with me
+Just take off ya Vickies, but don't leave me no hickies
+I'ma pull up my Dickies and we can get us a quickie
+While we listen to Fifty in the back of the Bentley
+I'm still packin a semi-my new Mac, in the Hemi
+When I'm back in the city, my Cadillac lookin pretty(ya dig)
+
+(Chorus Till End)
+**************************************************
+For My ThugsLil Flip, Trick Daddy...
+
+[Hook: Trick Daddy - 2x]
+I'm doing this one for the thugs
+And them boys down South, much love for the thugs yes sir
+For the thugs, and them boys in the city
+Much love for the thugs, yes sir
+
+[Lil Flip]
+From city to city, state to state
+Me and my niggas on the road, trying to make this cake
+Cause if you don't work, you don't eat
+So right now I'm in the studio, bringing the heat
+And I've been doing this rap thang, for a long time
+I went from flipping them dimes, to kicking them rhymes
+From one tat, to twenty five tats
+I went from one sling shot, to twenty five gats
+And all I want, is twenty five placks
+And if you want a show, I need twenty five stacks
+Fuck a dat, I got a playback machine
+One mic one stage, and a ounce of green
+And I'mma show you, how we do it down here
+And if you ain't from round here, get the hell from down here
+And just kick off your shoes, and relax your feet
+It's Lil Flip, Trick Daddy and my boy Greg Street
+
+[Hook: Trick Daddy - 2x]
+
+[Lil Flip]
+When I'm thugging like Pac, when I'm hugging my block
+If you run to the cops, I'mma come with my Glock
+If you play with my do', I'mma spray at your ho
+So if the shit ever happen, don't act like you ain't know
+Cause I got niggas on my team, that'll pop the steal
+And make your body disappear, like David Copperfield
+And I got family in Miami, that'll ride for me
+I got some homies in Atlanta, that'll die for me
+And I'm a pimp, so my hoes never lie to me
+They get taped with my cane, and go fly for me
+So bring daddy his cash, so I can re-up quick
+Then supply my customers, when I flood the strip
+Fuck a drought I got that work, like a booking agent
+I got bricks in the attic, and pounds in the basement
+And that's how we hustle, around my way
+We living like Denzel, on Training Day, cause I'm a thug
+
+[Hook: Trick Daddy - 4x]
+
+[Lil Flip]
+I'm doing this for Houston, Dallas, College Station
+To all my young thugs, who still on probation
+For my niggas locked up, with no parole
+And to whoever bought my tape, cause my shit went gold
+And we thugging, rolling on Dubs and
+We valet, when we come to the club and
+I stay strapped up, cause I got shot this year
+And I'm about to go quadruple, like Pac this year
+That's one million, two million, three million, fo'
+And after that, I'mma put red in the do'
+So just kick off your shoes, and relax your feet
+And watch me put these hoes, on the ecstasy
+
+Yeah nigga...
+**************************************************
+B.M.F.[Intro Lil Flip]
+Ugh Yeah B.M.F. Blowing money faster free Percy regroup baby haha Ugh
+
+[Lil Flip - Hook x2]
+I think I'm J Prince King Fish hot rod now welcome to the mob
+One nation under god, cross me and we'll come and do the job
+
+[Lil Flip - Verse 1]
+My BM dub triple black I'm coupin' on em
+Suicide doors with the gat eyes droopin' on em
+Flip gates that's my nickname she rub my thang' on her chest like Vicks mane'
+I'm self mad you just affiliated we the mob process you get humiliated
+Kush blunts I keep a loud pack tell Steve Rifkind to bring the old loud back
+I'm straight drop straight ? I'm taking tabs,bars
+Plus we got amphetamines UGH
+You know I got them lynn buyers the speakers in my trunk sound like 10 choirs
+
+[Lil Flip - Hook x2]
+I think I'm Jay Prince King Fish hot rod now welcome to the mob
+One nation under god, cross me and we'll come and do the job
+
+[Lil Flip - Verse 2]
+These broke rappers mad cause I'm icy 4 magnums cost the price of my brightlamp
+I think I'm King Fish (why?) see all these killas' with me
+I keep a long haired chick in my villa with me
+Look at yo' self now look at me do it look like I'm worried about a rap beef?
+Look at it this way we get the most guwap and ever week me and big baby at the lot
+I think I'm Jay Prince (why?) you see my compound
+I send my money at high rollers and it never comes down
+I keep a shoota' with me like a crack addict
+Birds fly south so it's 20 keys in that attic
+
+[Lil Flip - Hook x3]
+I think I'm Jay Prince King Fish hot rod now welcome to the mob
+One nation under god, cross me and we'll come and do the job
+**************************************************
+R.I.P. Screw (feat. Bizzy Bone)(talking)
+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)
+
+(Chorus: Bizzy Bone - 2x)
+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
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+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
+
+(Chorus - 2x)
+(Lil' Flip)
+I'm still on earth, and everything ter-rific
+Pour 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
+
+(Chorus - 2x)
+(Lil' Flip)
+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
+
+(talking)
+
+(Chorus - 2x)
+**************************************************
+Sunshine (Bosko remix)(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)
+**************************************************
+Check (Left’s Ride)I got my converse check, my pistol check
+My vest, plus I got VS1's around my neck
+The respect come first, then the money and the power
+We got more cake to make, let's ride
+
+I got my converse check, my pistol check
+My vest, plus I got VS1's around my neck
+The respect come first, then the money and the power
+We got more cake to make, let's ride
+
+They thought I'd be another one hit wonder
+Until I pulled up to the VMA's in one big hummer
+You know I'm a big stunna just like baby fool
+Brand new Bentley Fanna what color? Baby blue
+Uh, Deano hit me now I got cheddar to make
+You thinking Condo I'm thinking fifty-eight to a state
+You got your crib on a hill, I got my crib on a lake
+What, what where I'm from we like our music screwed up
+
+Uh, the blades chop, we use jewerly and stage props
+We hate cops, 'cause everyday we get stopped
+(Why)
+For ridin' spinners plus they know I got my pistol on me
+You try to jack me for my 'lac they gon' miss you homey
+
+I got my converse check, my pistol check
+My vest, plus I got VS1's around my neck
+The respect come first, then the money and the power
+We got more cake to make, let's ride
+
+I got my converse check, my pistol check
+My vest, plus I got VS1's around my neck
+The respect come first, then the money and the power
+We got more cake to make, let's ride
+
+Yo will-lean, let's roll man
+(Let's ride)
+We gotta go homey
+(Let's ride)
+You know how we do it though
+(Let's ride)
+(Let's ride)
+(Let's ride)
+
+Uh, I'm too street go pop, but I pop heat in the street
+I'm not braggin' G-5 wagon when I speed in my jeep
+Customized, bubble eyed with DVD's in the head rest
+Look I hope you potty-trained 'cause the tech'll leave you wet
+Let's make a bet, I stay on top and keep a new whip off the lot
+Fifty weeks on the billboard dogg I'm too hot
+But when I do drop you better move out 'cause I'm comin'
+Niggas like roaches when the lights on they runnin'
+
+Ten years and gunnin' just like M.O.P
+Fuck strugglin', I get my publishin' ain't shit for free
+I get that big bread, I'm making big chips
+You get killed at the beginnin', I get them big strips
+
+I got my converse check, my pistol check
+My vest, plus I got VS1's around my neck
+The respect come first, then the money and the power
+We got more cake to make, let's ride
+
+I got my converse check, my pistol check
+My vest, plus I got VS1's around my neck
+The respect come first, then the money and the power
+We got more cake to make, let's ride
+
+I'm a diplomat like Jim Jones, Nextels and sprint phones
+I'm tryna own ten homes yo rap money been gone
+I'm harder then ya'll better yet I'm smarter then ya'll
+I don't need yo ass nigga, regardless I ball
+I got that hot shit that you bump in yo drop top shit
+Bentley cocked hit the old folks like stop it
+You know I drop hits every time I spitt fire
+Whoever told you, I ain't ballin'-a damn lier
+
+I got my converse check, my pistol check
+My vest, plus I got Vs1's around my neck
+The respect come first, then the money and the power
+We got more cake to make, let's ride
+
+I got my converse check, my pistol check
+My vest, plus I got VS1's around my neck
+The respect come first, then the money and the power
+We got more cake to make, let's ride
+
+Haha, let's ride you know I make the music
+You can ride to, get high to, get fly to
+Yeah, like them ruff ryder niggas
+I make that shit you can ride-or-die to
+Holla at ya boy, Houston we have a problem
+Red spider on the B, we gettin' cheddar now
+We on another level now, haha
+**************************************************
+Ghetto Mindstate (Can’t Get Away)(Lil' Flip:)
+Whooooooo!
+
+(Lyfe Jennings:)
+Uh (x8) (talk to em Lyfe) uh (x4) (talk to em Lyfe) uh (x4)
+
+(Chorus x2: Lyfe Jennings)
+I just can't go..... I just can't stay... I just can't, you just won't
+I just can't get away.......
+
+(Lil' Flip:)
+Ghetto mindstate!
+At 15 I was making moves
+Drinking beer shooting dice at school
+When most niggas had a 9 to 5 shit
+On the block we making 9 to 5 grand...
+Each day yeah we got cheap yay (holla)
+My niggas on lock they called me on 3 way
+The hood hot like a crock pot
+Dope fiends cutting yards for a 20 piece of crack rock
+Around my way ain't nobody watching matlock
+We trynna hot wire cars and break pad locks
+Turn soft to hard drop it in glad locks
+And drive flashy cars and get mad props
+And still I won't change
+Last week they caught my patna with a block of caine
+And can't no amount of money stop the pain
+They gave him 35 years his momma went insaine
+
+(Chorus x2)
+(Lil' Flip:)
+Ghetto mindstate!
+Coming up with no father figure
+I guess that made me a harder nigga (why?)
+'cause I dont like to ask for shit
+When I came in the game with a half a brick (yes!)
+But I ain't telling lil' kids to go that route
+But is on TV everyday like they dont know that route
+
+And Lil girls being fast
+Being grown trynna Flirt
+Leaving home wearing pants
+Then change in to a skirt
+Huh!
+I live in the ghetto I stay in the ghetto (yeah!)
+Run up grown Im spraying that metal
+'cause ain't shit sweet around my way
+All I know is one thing how to get paid (yeah!)
+With Lyfe on the hook I know we got another hit
+This motivational music
+I know you feeling this (ey!)
+And i was raised in a church
+But were Im from you gotta do that work
+
+(Chorus x2)
+(Lil' Flip:)
+Why everybody trynna bring me down
+Because of me they respect H-town
+Look I was here when yall wouldn't around
+The first week you did a alright
+But then that shit went down
+Why everybody trynna bring me down
+Because of me they respect H-town
+Look I was here when yall wouldn't around
+The first week you did a alright
+But then that shit went down!!
+
+(Lyfe Jennings:)
+They tell you you were born to die
+Yo momma she was born to cry
+Yo woman she was born to lie
+Hold you down so you can't rely
+I tell you that its all a lie
+Young nigga You just gotta try
+Keep your eyes up on the sky
+Don't let your dreams pass you by
+'cause somebody said
+**************************************************
+Watch YaUh-uh, yeh yeh, mic check
+We watchin' y'all watch us
+Pay attention man
+Gon' take a while for y'all to catch up
+Knaw wha I mean?, know how we do it man
+Well do it
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+Things ain't quite like it used to be
+A lot of y'all rappers confusin' me
+One day you wanna do a track wid me
+The next day y'all thinkin' about jackin' me
+I pack my heat my nigga I don't play that shit
+If you see me wid a nine I'ma spray that shit
+If you reachin' for my chain
+I'm reachin' for ya brain
+Your Cadillac about to have another red stain
+Niggas know I got a gat wid fifty
+I mean I got a fuckin' track wid fifty
+Niggas play, but we don't play
+When we, get ass nigga we don't pay
+I pray every night, pack K's every night
+If the cocaine is tan how the fuck can it be white
+We got it whippin' and shippin' we gettin' bread
+My nigga we gettin' head like pistols we packin' lead
+We'll bust a nigga never ever trust a nigga
+You talkin' all sweet I'ma cuss a nigga
+I call ya a bitch, I slap ya momma
+Nigga I'm vested up, so I'm prepared for the drama
+Put yo bitch ass in trauma you layin' up
+Hospital bill goin' up and you payin' up
+I told ya not to watch Scarface too many times
+How you talk shit and wasn't packin' too many nines
+Yup, you just watchin' from the sidelines
+Pay attention to the books and the guidelines
+It's my time, it ain't yo time
+I need bread before mic check and show time nigga
+These promoters wanna act like they broke
+When you fuck wid my money I put my hand on your throat
+I slap ya, choke ya, provoke ya, steal ya, kill ya
+Bitch nigga I just don't feel ya
+
+[Will Lean]
+Yeh, nigga you know what I'm packin'
+I seein' ya team homie I know what ya lackin'
+I got dollars nigga fuck the cents
+I paid cash off the lot now I got trucks to rent nigga
+And I'm buckin' ya down, while ya weavin' and bobbin'
+And duckin' these rounds
+We stay on the road, y'all stuck in the town
+Will Lean the chemist nigga I ain't fuckin' around
+Uh nigga, and I got the Big Shasta
+Double wrong nigga we gotta blast ya woah
+Cause I'm keepin' it real
+In a six hundred wid jimmy, keepin' the steel
+Uh nigga, it's the chemist I'm full fledge
+Botany big shot nigga takin' off heads
+Leavin' ya for dead when I bust the lead
+Hit ya in the front takin' off ya dreads woah, nigga
+I'm buckin' these shells a nigga like me ain't gon' be
+Stuck in the cell bitch
+
+[Hook]
+Everywhere that I go
+I got people I know
+Niggas I used to fuck wid
+We don't kick it no more
+When they heard I got dough
+Niggas started to flock
+Niggas actin' like bitches
+So I'm packin' my Glock
+(The watcher)
+**************************************************
+Out There Grindin’ (Remix)Remix, remix, ha ha
+
+[Hook]
+Is it cause them boys is out there shinin', (shinin')
+Maybe cause them boys is out there grindin', (grindin')
+Platinum pieces wid Canary diamonds, (diamonds)
+The haters is talkin' but never mind them (never mind them)
+(2x)
+
+[Skillz]
+I don't even push caine and I push the brain
+Ahead of the game, came in range
+Not the Rover never pullin' over
+Smooth like Hova gettin' older, (it's the remix)
+Not the mafia but the three six is parked outside
+Got you thinkin' how you got, left with a Lincoln
+Me and Flip on some new shit
+We stayin' alive no bullshit
+Stick to the motto, pump a few bottles
+Fuck a few models, feel no sorrow
+People said to slow my roll
+But the bread's comin' fast and I know
+That the platinum pieces keep me shinin'
+Thinkin' of my mother keeps me grindin'
+Entered the game at a young age
+I'm on my own I'm out the cage
+If you say I'm young and I can't get in
+Use a fake I.D. with a picture of my rim
+Twenty fours, might work, who knows
+Skillz on the track with a platinum rapper
+Pockets gettin' much fatter
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+I got, big rocks all in my cross
+Every night a different hoe I toss
+You better check the facts check the stacks
+Y'all niggas lost
+How much my jewelry cost
+Just ask my nigga Boss
+It's winter time so you know the birds flyin' south
+So spread it word of mouth, I'm tryna get 'em all
+We from the Clover nigga we gon' make it through the drought
+Got thirty in the vault, got fifty on my neck
+A hundred on my wrist, three hundred on my check
+Five hundred on my Benz, four hundred for my friends
+We rollin' on lorenz, watch the spinners spin
+We pimpin' hoes like Ken, we never drink on gin
+My records always spin, I gotta win nigga
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Play]
+No matter what the mood is, in a throwback Saint Louis
+Shinin' and grindin' these ain't no birds these is Canary diamonds
+So quit ya yappin', rappin' before I get to clappin'
+From the 2-1-4, 7-1-3 I stay on my Q's stay on my P's
+I do what I do I do it wid ease, so bitch please
+The topic is, the fact that I'm shinin'
+Windows down and yo I'm grindin'
+Not the Clipse but I got some clips
+Ten stacks, and I make a hit
+Then I flip to a brick and add a five
+Hit the block, now it's time to grind
+Pants saggin' money braggin'
+Playin' a one coachin' a two
+H-one, H-twos, flippin' a Jag bounce in a coupe
+From state to state, bitches to models
+Pop the bottle different zones
+Time zone, fire's on, whooo!
+I'm in jacob zone
+
+[Hook]
+
+It's the remix
+Shinin' (southside)
+Grindin' (northside)
+Diamonds (eastside)
+Never mind them (westside), ha ha
+That's how we do it man
+Lil flipper, underground legend
+You gotta feel me, you gotta feel me
+I ain't fuck off my budget
+You gotta feel me, haha, whoo!
+**************************************************
+Can’t Let it Happen[Talking - Flip]
+Reporting live from the mothafuckin hood
+It's a whole bunch of rappers takin over the rap game
+Lil' Flip and Young Noble we don't give a fuck about 'em
+What do you have to say...fuck 'em all
+
+(Chorus - Flip)
+These rap niggas get a deal then they lose they mind
+And once they money come in, that's when they lose they grind
+Oooh I can't let it happen, Oooh I won't let it happen
+Oooh I can't let it happen, y'all niggas shouldn't be rappin
+
+[Bridge]
+So who the boss, who the boss - you the boss Flip
+So who the king, who the king - you the king Flip
+So who the G, who the G - you the G Flip
+You know we thuggin till infinity, ain't no label pimpin me
+
+[Verse 1 - Flip]
+Look I'm the king muh'fucka we go whole court
+I be fightin I like full contact sports
+See you a bitch so keep my name up out ya mouth
+Cause I got ya address I'll show up to ya house
+Knock, knock bitch nigga but this ain't a joke
+Glock cocked bitch nigga cause I gotta Scope
+Infrared to ya head leave you dead nigga
+I tryed to tell you don't do business with the Feds nigga
+I be hustlin, grindin cause I need mine
+You got a family - bitch I gotta feed mine
+When I came up in the game, I thought everybody was my friend
+Till I got the brand new Benz, till I started stackin ends
+You read the Du'pont, lookin at our homes
+Look I done moved more weight then Star Jones
+Pick it up, drop it off then I get my paper
+I'm fly I got the mind of J and Tony Draper
+
+(Chorus - Flip Repeat 2x)
+These rap niggas get a deal then they lose they mind
+And once they money come in, that's when they lose they grind
+Oooh I can't let it happen, Oooh I won't let it happen
+Oooh I can't let it happen, y'all niggas shouldn't be rappin
+
+[Verse 2 - Young Noble]
+It's odds and evens, I'm happy I'm alive and breathin'
+They captivatin on the methods of my rhyme and reason
+Time is tickin, the Outlaw's alive and kickin
+Die for the mission, you know we keep the pots in the kitchen
+Homie I'm cookin up that good crack, the hood gon'come back
+They want that, so I pump that - for niggas can bump that
+Real reconize real, I ain't gotta say I is
+Ask the old heads, you can even ask the little kids
+Bet they tell you this nigga respect them boys
+We been thru it, you couldn't tell me nothin at all
+One love, one thug - Real Talk Entertainment
+Show you how to lay a hater, face down on the pavement
+Show you how to put in work, turn somethin out of nathan(nothin)
+The harder they tryna stop us, the harder we tryna make it
+One love, one thug - Real Talk Entertainment
+The harder they tryna stop us, the harder we tryna make it - nigga
+
+(Chorus - Flip Repeat 2x)
+These rap niggas get a deal then they lose they mind
+And once they money come in, that's when they lose they grind
+Oooh I can't let it happen, Oooh I won't let it happen
+Oooh I can't let it happen, y'all niggas shouldn't be rappin
+
+[Verse 3 - Flip]
+Ay I told Sac just hit me when you need me back
+You come to Houston I got you nigga with the Mac
+You want the Mac - Ten, Mac - Eleven, Mac - Ninety
+Just hit the mothafuckin line nigga you'll find me
+See I be in the crib tryna come up with a plan
+Tryna make a million, tryna get me a hundred grand
+I got the old Fifty, I jam the old Fifty
+I like the new Fifty, I'm doin two - fifty
+I'm in the fast car, movin like a Nascar
+Spittin to a bad broad - y'all niggas front hard
+I'm in the fast car, movin like a Nascar
+Spittin to a bad broad - y'all niggas front hard
+
+(Chorus Till End)
+**************************************************
+Find My Way [Clean]No where to go down these dead end roads
+I tried to flee just to free my soul
+It's a section, which way to go
+I don't know
+I tried the highways but the highway's closed
+Now I'm blinded by a dusty road
+Uncertain which way to go
+To find my way back home to Texas
+Yeah, I want you to walk with me
+I done been through a lot of struggles
+Lot of ups and downs
+Y'all think it's a cake walk, you're wrong
+Tell me why I can't see where I'm goin'
+No, when everybody else sees 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
+Will you listen to my music do you feel my s***?
+Look I don't need punch lines 'cuz I live my s***
+A lot of cats sellin' their soul for radio play
+That's why we need more rappers like Common 'n' Kanye
+N*** 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 truancy
+But now I'm puttin' money back in my community
+I took my homies out the hood, now they got jobs
+'Cuz there's more to life then dodgin' cop cars
+I played the block hard n now I play the pop charts
+But now I'm getting dumb money 'cuz I got smart
+Tell me why I can't see where I'm goin'
+No, when everybody else sees 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
+Hey, yo, I never seen a man cry 'til I seen a man die
+So when you talk to me look me in my damn eyes
+'Cuz I been through it all and my scars prove it
+'Cuz when it come to that paper, homie, I'ma do it
+I just rhyme part time, you better know it
+These lines comin' from my mind so I never wrote it
+I keep my n*** by my spine so I never show it
+Yeah, I'm addicted to p*** but I never grow it
+And the reason I got signed, 'cuz I'm a poet
+Half of my n*** doin' time but I'm focused
+Thats why I'm stayin' on the grind if you haven't noticed
+That old nine nine transformed fully loaded
+Tell me why I can't see where I'm goin'
+No, when everybody else sees 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
+When your new album drop everybody your friend
+N*** actin' like they down but I know they pretend
+I used to scrape up money for studio time
+I'm like Jay-Z, homie, I remember my rhymes
+Ain't nobody helped me out when my cash was low
+My bills comin' too fast so I had to blow
+And I walked by fate not by sight
+'Cuz I know G O D will guide me right
+I take the bitter with the sweet, I know u feel my pain
+Why we gotta get harassed when we board the plane?
+I ain't tryin' to preach to you but I hope you relate
+'Cuz even at a dead end you gotta find your way, okay, okay
+Tell me why I can't see where I'm goin'
+No, when everybody else sees 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
+I like dedicate this track to my grandparents
+They stuck by n*** through thick and thin
+You know when I started doin' this rap music
+They was givin' me money to go to the studio to do my demos
+Long as I got my family I'm straight
+They gon' be around even if I ain't got a hit
+You dig what I'm sayin'?
+So even at a dead end you gotta find your way
+Free Z-Ro, welcome home, butterman, you
+**************************************************
+Soufside Still Holdin’ (Radio)Chorus:
+Souf side still holdin and it ain't no lie
+We ride on 4 wit tv's inside
+We all suckafree, got the game sewed
+When we put the mic down, say man hold up
+(repeat)
+
+Verse:
+Souf side still holdin im in a expedition
+With a sign on the back that say lets go fishin
+Im Lil Flip, the freestyle king u know me
+Baggats and trillion cuts all in my rolie
+I just went to the car lot and bought a limo
+I got 7 dvd's and im watchin RamBo
+When i hit the club i ain't starrin at hoes
+I know one thang they bet not step on my Horvana Jobe's
+I got Gucci shoes, i got Gucci shades
+Lil Flip pull stunts like Super Dave
+I keep ballin, keep crawlin, keep prawlin
+People wanna know where im at keep callin
+Cuz im a baller im always top of the line
+2000 Bentley watch it squat to the grind
+Poppin bottles of wine, Moet and crystyle
+On the souf side i keep my hand on my pistyle
+Cuz people be always tryna show off
+They try to jack but i won't take my 4's off
+I know.. i gotta shine, get rotation on 97.9
+U might see my car redder than the nose of Rudolph
+Freestyle 10 minutes at Screw House
+The freestyle king i always go hard
+After concerts i might pull yo braud
+
+( repeat chrous til fade)
+**************************************************
+Drugz (Screwed)(Talking)
+Yeah, Play & Skillz, just let it bang
+Na'm sayin'? Hah-Hah, feelin' this one
+Yeah I'm feelin' this one
+We talkin' bout music
+Pay attention listen up cuz I..
+
+[Hook - Lil' Flip]
+I Rock & Roll, this is how a Glock explode
+My music is like crack, cuz I rock the shows
+You got to know, that can't nobody stop my flow
+My concerts like drugz, got fans got to go
+(repeat)
+
+I'm like crack, whenever I perform on a track
+Cuz if you from outta town you about to get taxed
+And that's that..I ain't changin' my price for nobody
+You can keep them points cuz you ain't gon' sell four cotties
+Cuz ya style to sloppy, ya beats ain't knockin'
+And when you in public, them freaks ain't boppin'
+My 6-4 hoppin' when I'm ridin' down the street
+I still feel like I'm hustlin' (why?) cuz I'm raw with these beats
+You could put me on a plane, or put me on a train
+Cuz no matter where I perform, they understand my slang
+They understand my pain and how I took over the game
+From this day on, rap 'll never be the same
+
+[Hook]
+I Rock & Roll, this is how a Glock explode
+My music is like crack, cuz I rock the shows
+You got to know, that can't nobody stop my flow
+My concerts like drugz, got fans got to go
+(repeat)
+
+I need 25 a show, I need 30 for a verse
+(Them video's on BET) yeah I know how much I'm worth
+(How much?)..I'm worth alot, cuz I really work alot
+And since Will Lean my nigga, I gotta help him out
+So I'mma put him out (so nigga kick ya feet up)
+And when the stores sell-out (then it's time to re-up)
+So keep yo D-up, cuz we comin' with the heat man
+And if you get a deal make sure yo niggas eat man
+And to my fans, I appreciate the love
+So holla at ya boy when I'm at the club
+Cuz I ain't Hollywood, I'm from the Hollyhood
+The difference between me and them my music good
+
+[Hook]
+I Rock & Roll, this is how a Glock explode
+My music is like crack, cuz I rock the shows
+You got to know, that can't nobody stop my flow
+My concerts like drugz, got fans got to go
+(repeat)
+
+(Talking until song ends)
+**************************************************
+All I Know (feat. Cam’Ron)(feat. Cam'ron)
+
+(Intro)(Cam'Ron)
+Killa
+Lil' Flip (Uh-huh)
+Houston Harlem
+Dipset in the building (yes, sir)
+Let's get ready to do this shit, Yo
+
+(Verse One) Cam'Ron
+Call me the better man
+Beretta man, leather man, cheddar man
+I should of been the weather man
+I tell you where the high is and where the low at
+When it gonna rain dog where the snow at
+And where the snow at it ain't got to cold at
+My block is hot kojak got his Kodak
+And that's totally wack
+Y'all supposed to be cats
+Men of mice of course they go grow to be rats
+That's ain't Cam's momento so I crammed the rental
+With grams and endo had them saying Jusendo
+Got that butter brother
+Word to mother murder
+Hit the other servers
+Down at Whattaburger
+Eat at Long John Silver keep the long arm silver
+Fuck the long arm of the law he's strong on sckrilla
+
+(Bridge)(Cam'Ron)
+Flip to killer
+We flip to kill her
+That's a killer flip ya flip we kill ya (Dipset Bitch)
+
+(Verse Two)(Lil' Flip)
+And if you don't lurk or live here you riding through my hood
+And I don't know what you heard but we'll take you for your goods
+I wish you would come to my neck of the woods
+Come to my hood
+Better bring a tek to my hood
+And we be buccin' and drivin'
+While you shuckin' and jivin'
+Niggas hateful low down dirty plus they conivin'
+Me and my niggas we roll with triggers
+We kill you for figures
+We put 13 bricks in the 18 wheeler (yeah)
+
+(Hook X4)(Lil' Flip)
+Street life is all I know
+So when I carve my music that's all I show
+
+(Verse Three)(Lil' Flip)
+All I know is nigga bring me all my dough
+Cause rap money come fast and (?) money come slow
+One day you on yo feet the next day you flat broke
+That's the drought cause yo connect got bad dough
+Now you got smoke from another nigga you don't know
+That nigga might be a fed if he don't show
+Plus plots and skeems
+Young niggas chasing green
+You better wake up cause ya'll niggas chasing dreams
+
+Bridge
+
+Hook
+**************************************************
+I Don’t Do Much[Flip talking]
+Counting money, I don't do much
+I don't do much, we makin' paper this year
+Way more paper come on
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+You know me and Will Clover G's
+So please don't fuck wid me
+Cause I could get you fucked up for free
+Y'all niggas gotta pay a fee
+Y'all niggas gotta pay a G I'm jammin
+Jay-Z in a J-A-G smokin, B-U-D wid cold A-C
+We blowin, B-I-G all day long
+We ride on chrome, that's how we get it on
+We smokin' blunts we don't smoke them dutches
+We break weed down like broken crutches
+Just pass the grass and keep on puffin'
+Just mash your gas and keep on hustlin'
+I'm always thinkin' that reality flow
+I should make my lifestyle a reality show
+
+[C-Bo]
+It's C-Bo Lil' Flip and that nigga Will Lean
+In a platinum super six hundred big wheelin'
+Yeh, this be the hit that I get rich on
+If you don't know about my records you can just piss on
+Cause I don't wait for nobody to do nothin' for me
+I damn for sure don't expect nobody to do nothin' for free
+Cause I'm a young, hustlin' nigga, trigger happy busta nigga
+Knock the ball out the park like Dave Justice nigga
+West Coast Clover G's, what's happenin' nigga
+Talkin' bout the nigga's figures as big as flippers
+Come on, you don't know what you gettin' into
+We sits three wheels on somethin' that you livin' in dude
+The truck got bigger t-v's than ya livin' room do
+You wouldn't take shit if a nigga give it to you
+
+[Will Lean]
+I don't do much but keep my ice, blocked and crushed up
+Twenty two inch rims and a Benz to clutch
+I don't do much, these hoes say I think I'm to much
+Because the Escalade trucks smell like nubuck
+I don't do much, but try to overload my safe
+It started out slim but now it's overweight
+I don't do much, but get my momma a new 'lac
+The Range Rover is white but she wanted a blue 'lac
+I don't do much, now she sittin' on twenty inch anchors
+Walk a quarter mile to get the newspaper
+I don't do much, but keep my family fed nigga
+I breakin' bread nigga, breakin' heads nigga
+I don't do much, but keep representin' my block
+Botany big shots representin' off top
+And I'ma stay screwed up, homie it's in my blood
+Lil' Flip grab the 'tuss, C-Bo blast them slugs
+**************************************************
+We Gone Lean Tonite[Slim Thug - talking over Chorus]
+One for the money
+Two for the hoes
+Three is for the niggas comin down on 4's
+Slim Thugga, Lil'Flip
+You know we gone lean tonite
+None stop collabo
+They said we can do dat you godamn right
+Boss Hawg Sucka Free(*repeats*)
+Puttin it down baby
+Gettin this money, A-Town to H-Town
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+Now me I'm in the back of the club
+I'm about 5 deep and I'm smoking them drugs
+I'm gettin a buzz everybody shakin they ass
+I'm like damn you need to be making ya cash
+Look at my Jag, look at my Benz, look at my niggas
+Look at my men, matter of fact platinum look at my grin
+I'm iced out everybody lookin like who?
+Is the fuck that nigga is he really down wit Screw?
+It's true I represent the south
+I bought the car, I bought the house
+And I'm like a dentist love to floss
+Damn a nigga did it again I left the club wit 25 hoes
+They can't fit in the Benz
+I pick up the phone I call my dogg bring the Jag
+We bout to fuck thirty-hoes at the pad
+And after he fuck, you can fuck, and you can fuck
+And if she on her period guess what?, she can suck
+
+[Chorus: Slim Thug - repeat 2X]
+Ones for the money
+Two for the hoes
+Threes for the niggas comin down on 4's
+You know we gone lean tonite
+They said we can do dat you godamn right
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+Ain't no love for none of these hoes
+So when I do these shows I never run to these hoes
+I laugh like I'm just sitting at a comedy show
+I'm like damn I knew the summer was gonna be cold
+I pull up my watch jump out my drop check the time
+Check my diamonds you know I shine
+I sit on recline I sip on my wine
+I'm doin fine never wear Calvin Klein
+I payed for mine, had to grind, had to shine
+And if I went to Papadroux's I had to dine
+Had to grind like Baby & Slim (wwwoowwwwww!)
+And I'm a Juvenile sittin on big ole rims
+Got big ole gems and everybody taking the bus ride
+Look at my Cartier diamonds crushed out
+I must drop another double cd bitch I'm a super star
+I know you love to be me
+
+(chorus)
+
+[Slim Thug]
+When Slim step up in the club hoes push & shove
+Tryna get a lil love from the number one thug
+I pull up on dubs in a Hummer H2
+I'm a shiner niggas can't do what I do
+Young boss with big bucks
+Pushin big trucks, fuckin star sluts
+Fillin barre cups that purple stuff
+Gotta nigga on lean pourin up codiene
+I'm a drink fiend
+I got the top dropped from H-town it don't stop
+Bout to hit the Sixth street tryna find some bop's
+Trunk popped Glock cocked on the safety
+And I keep the strap at all times cause alotta niggas hate me
+But they can't fade me, H-town made me
+Bitches wanna break me wanna have my baby
+I still bust on backs and bellys
+And the boss still wrecking on tracks for fetti
+
+[Chorus] - repeat until end
+**************************************************
+Game Over (Flip) (remix)Intro]
+Fury
+Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh
+
+[Chorus: repeat 4x]
+Now who dey want
+Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip,Game over
+
+[Verse One]
+Ah shit y'all done fucked up and let me in this bitch
+I'm just your average hood nigga with dreams of gettin' rich (But
+You don't hear me)
+My crib big like a football field (football field)
+You might fuck around and think I signed a football deal (But you
+Don't hear me)
+I take 15 minutes to drop a track (yeah)
+I take half a minute to load my gat (But you don't hear me)
+I make 'em bounce all across the globe
+I'm a pimp, I got your hoe takin' off her clothes (But you don't
+Hear me)
+A franchise like a Houston Rocket (Houston Rocket)
+Every eight months is when I usually drop it (But you don't hear
+Me)
+I got the streets on lock, I like my beats with knock
+You know my heat stay cocked, niggaaaaa
+
+[Chorus]
+
+[Verse Two]
+Look, I'm a Christal nigga and you a red-winer
+You just an opening act, but I'm the headliner (But you don't hear
+Me)
+I'm 'bout to ship 3 mill' off top
+You got your deal off your man, I got my deal off props (But you don't
+Hear me)
+I'm connected like dub and Mach-10 with ice cubes in my watch
+
+And dubs on the black Benz (But you don't hear me)
+I'm getting' paid 'cause I do all the work
+It's rainy days if we don't move all our work, we go bizirk (But
+You don't hear me)
+I'm on the block fam, in the cream drop Lam
+Mostly yall cats with deals, y'all ain't hot man (But you don't
+Hear me)
+I'm 'bout to do it again, you 'bout to lose it again
+It's show and tell motherfucker, I'm a prove it
+
+[Chorus]
+The game over, 'cause shit about to change over
+It's 'bout time 'cause hip-hop need a make over (But you don't
+Hear me)
+If most producers want to charge too much
+But around my way that's how you get fucked up (But you don't hear
+Me)
+You might think we all beats and rhymes
+But way before this rap shit,nigga the streets was mine (But
+You don't hear me)
+I got that hot shit, that "Thug Life" 'Pac shit
+That get hot shit, that B.I.G. "Ready to Die" shit
+**************************************************
+They Don’t Know What The Game Is About[Talking: Lil' Ron]
+Yea...
+You betta learn what the game got to offer
+Before you try to jump foot first in it
+You gotta watch what you do around certain people
+Gotta peep yo' surroundings
+Watch for snake niggas, snake bitches
+Know what I'm sayin...
+
+[Lil' Ron]
+A lot of people got crooked ways
+Cuz they was broke and they couldn't really make no pay
+I knew a dude that worked at the super market
+Makin minimum wage, livin poor and starvin
+He stopped by my house and told me he was on his ass
+Then he asked, could I afford to front a half
+I wasn't worried about him tryna play a nigga
+I knew where he stayed, So I go and spray the nigga
+I ran in and out and laid down the rules
+Made sure he understood everything was cool
+After 3 hours he pulled in my drive way
+With all my money dog, this musta been a great day
+But somethin wasn't right, that was just too quick
+I found out this bitch was tryna be slick
+This lil trick had a mic taped to his chest
+So instead I hit him in the head, not the chest
+
+[Chorus: Yung Sears] 2X
+They dont know what the game about
+Got caught up short
+Because you tried to save a drought
+The streets is hot
+Live with yo' eyes and ears
+Mouth closed, on ya toes and you won't get killed nigga
+
+[Big Shasta]
+Now see life is a big game, Y'all playin to win
+Would you risk ya own life if it meant savin ya friend
+Would you be a millionaire if you woulda been savin ya ends
+Are you really that real nigga that you claimin you been
+Would you still act the same to ya friends
+Even though you made some change
+Or have you changed now that you havin things
+But I know what, I can promise you this
+Man, life is too short and ain't promisin shit
+Look, you never know what tomorrow will bring
+Thats why I got this mo' wet to drown my sorrows away
+Cuz when tomorrow's today and yesterday is last week
+Somebody could blast me
+For what reason, Dont ask me
+Tryna be flashy, but game run out the respect
+Show none, and get that chain snatched off ya neck
+But hoe ass niggas do hoe ass shit
+And hoes dont get whatever, act like ya know that shit
+
+[Chorus] 2X
+
+[Yung Sears]
+It's a shame
+But who's to blame
+You gotta stack yo change
+And try ya best to get paid, yea
+And if you dont know what the streets'll do
+Stay out of harms way cuz it could happen to you
+And you and you or me and the rest of my crew
+Just handle your business and do what you do
+My mama told me that life is hard
+Stay focused, thank God and you'll make it far
+But through the pain and scars, I seen it all
+But one minute you on top and then you stumble and fall
+
+[Chorus] 3X
+**************************************************
+U Neva Know (feat. Butch Cassidy)(feat. Butch Cassidy)
+
+(Intro: Lil' Flip)
+Yeeah.. this is pimpin at its finest man
+Ha ha ha ha, yeeah, let it bang
+I go by the name Lil' Flipper, man
+You know Mr. Like A Pimp - ha ha
+I'm in here wit my dog Butch Cassidy
+Check me out, check me out
+
+(Verse 1: Lil' Flip)
+I came in the door (door), I told y'all before (fore)
+I never fall in love wit a motherfucking hoe (hoe)
+I keep it pimpin like Good Game, I'm still in the hood man
+Drinkin my purple stuff and grippin my wood grain (my wood grain)
+I got hoes in area codes like Ludacris (Ludacris)
+You think I'm trickin my dough - that's some stupid shit
+I got a plan to be a man cause I sell bricks
+So you can let that other nigga get your nails fixed
+I treat a bitch like a bitch, a lady like a queen
+Spit my game, get in her brain, now she on my team
+And after we done I might call you later (might)
+Just holla at a player (yeah)
+
+(Chorus: Butch Cassidy) + (Lil' Flip)
+Cause you neva know, you neva know.. when somebody might be fuckin your bitch
+Cause you neva know, you neva know.. when somebody might be fuckin your bitch
+U neva know, and you neva know.. when somebody might be fuckin your bitch
+Cause you neva know, cause you neva know
+(Yeeah, cause it might just be)
+(Look, a nigga like me)
+
+(Verse 2: Lil' Flip)
+I told her, "keep it on the low, boo" I know you got a man
+I ain't wit that lovi-dovi shit, I ain't holdin hands (uh uh)
+Just call me when you get off work cause right now I'm busy (I'm busy)
+And when I finished what I'm doin, we can kick it (ahh)
+I know ya nigga be goin through your phone (uh huh)
+But it's cool cause every night I been roamin in this home (ha)
+That nigga lame cause he don't even smoke wit you
+Take trips on the boat wit you, kick back and show wit you
+
+(Chorus: Butch Cassidy) + (Lil' Flip) - (w/ minor variations)
+
+(Verse 3: Lil' Flip)
+Now you can roll (you can roll) but you know we kick it all night (all night)
+Cause your friends is my friends, ain't that alright (alright)
+Now look (look), I got a flight to make
+And I can't be runnin late cause I'm about that cake
+I got business in H2's (what else?), yachts and boats (what else?)
+I got crocodile shoes, leather minks and coats
+I'm still livin the hood life, but I'm livin the good life
+So don't get mad cause I'm bangin ya wife (nigga!)
+You like to make love (make love) but she want it rough (she want it rough)
+You need to talk to her (talk to her) cause she had enough (she had enough)
+You think you got it locked (you got it locked) but I got the key
+Cause I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P
+
+(Verse 4: Butch Cassidy)
+You never know, these undercover hoes
+Is fallin, you got to stay on your toes
+They plottin schemes, or better they chasin dreams
+But no, these hoes ain't movin me (meeee!)
+I chased and fucked, no bitch can get me stuck
+Well I'm just going to try my luck (hooo hoo)
+They end up sick and hurt, but leavin in a skirt
+Then find some better love to fuck (ahh)
+
+(Chorus: Butch Cassidy) + (Lil' Flip) - (w/ minor variations)
+(Outro: Butch Cassidy)
+Di di di da di di di di da
+Da da da da da
+Di di di da di di di di da
+Da da da da da
+You'll never know.. when somebody might be fuckin your bitch (yeah yeah)
+Just never know.. when your bitch is eatin dick (eatin dick)
+Huh huh (huh huh)
+**************************************************
+Too Much Paper[Talking]
+There's too much paper to get fuck a bitch...
+There's too much paper to get fuck a bitch
+It's too much paper to get, for real
+But I can't count it all
+Fuck being around a bitch
+I wanna be around my dogs, whoo!, uh
+I'll do the hook like that
+Just let it play do the verse
+
+[Verse 1]
+I'm thinkin' of a master plan
+Like y'all niggas movin' too slow I got a faster plan
+I got a faster hand and a faster mind
+Real gangstas never have to scream pass the nine
+Cause we masterminds when it come to gettin' loot
+In half the time, we ride around in drop top coupes
+Oops I did it again another bitch in my Benz homes
+When times get hard who can a nigga depend on?
+A few niggas, my true niggas
+From day one, DJ Screw niggas
+I coulda hurt niggas but I tried to help niggas
+I'm spittin' fire cause everytime I melt niggas
+I got three mics plus one on my arm
+The Freestyle King and the fuckin' Leprechaun
+I'm from the dirty dirty, I know you niggas heard me
+And if you owe me you better fuckin' reimburse me bitch
+**************************************************
+Givin it Back[Talking-Young Noble]
+Yeah it's ya comrad Young Noble-the last Outlaw
+Sendin some thug love to all my thug niggas, coast to coast
+Man you know what I mean, Outlaw for life
+
+(Chorus-Young Noble Repeat 2x)
+I got love from the game so I'm givin it back
+I got love from the streets so I'm givin it back
+I got love from the hood so I'm givin it back
+You ain't real if you ain't feelin that
+
+[Verse 1-Young Noble]
+I don't sell dreams, my sixteens inspire a nation
+One love, one thug to my whole congragation
+I got love and nothin but respect from the game
+Noble ain't just a name it's the way I play to gain
+Man I owe it all to the hood
+I'd let every convicted drug dealer free if I could
+In the words of Bob Marley homie we all hustlin homie
+We all strugglin, focused on bubblin
+I spitt straight substance real niggas relate to it
+Ghetto gospel, apostal this is great music
+Timeless classics, the grind is immaculate
+I spitt rhymes accurate, I shine cause I mastered this
+Shit it's a Outlaw culture, it's more then just music
+Homie it's a movement, I show you how to do this with honor and pride
+Since 'Pac was alive, told you niggas I'm a survive
+
+(Chorus-Young Noble Repeat 2x)
+
+(Verse 2-Young Noble)
+Rest in peace B.I.G., Big Pun, and Eazy E
+Makaveli the Don, and Prince Kadafi
+Stack Bundles, Lisa Lopez, Aaliyah, and Mac Dre
+Big Moe, DJ Screw, J-M-J
+Big Stretch, Mossberg, Big L, and Al G
+Neco Storm, Flen Dust, and Butta Bean
+My baby mother can't sleep-she be worried when I'm gone
+One day you here then the next day you gone like Camoflauge
+Freaky Tay, Skylar Rock, Trouble T.Roy
+I'm livin like seagram I'm sleepin with my nights on
+Like Gangsta Earm homie and Soulja Slim did
+I'm tryna live kidd you should know how real it is
+
+(Chorus Till End)
+**************************************************
+Get Crunk (Remix)(*talking*)
+Yeah yeah, yeah, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh
+We bump that Screw down here, we back
+It's part 2, Lil' Flip and David Banner, you know
+This time around, you gotta feel us (got to feel us)
+The album went platinum, fa sheezy nigga
+Yeah yeah, uh-oh so just smoke something
+Look, look
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+I still like to bang my Screw nigga, I keep it true nigga
+You transparent, I can see through you
+You a fake ass nigga, wanna hate on the South
+Bitch nigga, get my nuts out your mizzouth
+The Sizzouth, is where the niggas bizzall
+Twenty inch Lorenzos, that's how we crizzawl
+Go to the mizzall, and buy us some clizzothes
+Go to the club, and try to fuck us some hizzoes
+You know how it gizzo, I gotta keep it rizzeal
+Platinum is my record sales, platinum in my grizzill
+Bling bling bling, that's what a nigga like to do
+But everywhere I go, I gotta represent for Screw
+What about you, do you keep it real-a
+Do you go half, with your nigga on some killa
+Do you bang Screw, Fat Pat, Mike D
+You know how we do it, we the S.U.C
+Screwed Up Soldiers, I represent the Clover
+Last year I dropped my first album, in October
+This year I dropped on, August 27
+Nigga I smoke weed, like Snoop and Devin
+
+[Hook - 2x]
+What y'all wanna do, what y'all gotta say
+You bump that Screw down here, okay
+How you niggas acting, how you niggas roll
+My album went platinum, my shit ain't gold
+
+Ha-ha...
+**************************************************
+Game Over (Flip) - Clean Album VersionIntro]
+Fury
+Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh
+
+[Chorus: repeat 4x]
+Now who dey want
+Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip,Game over
+
+[Verse One]
+Ah shit y'all done fucked up and let me in this bitch
+I'm just your average hood nigga with dreams of gettin' rich (But
+You don't hear me)
+My crib big like a football field (football field)
+You might fuck around and think I signed a football deal (But you
+Don't hear me)
+I take 15 minutes to drop a track (yeah)
+I take half a minute to load my gat (But you don't hear me)
+I make 'em bounce all across the globe
+I'm a pimp, I got your hoe takin' off her clothes (But you don't
+Hear me)
+A franchise like a Houston Rocket (Houston Rocket)
+Every eight months is when I usually drop it (But you don't hear
+Me)
+I got the streets on lock, I like my beats with knock
+You know my heat stay cocked, niggaaaaa
+
+[Chorus]
+
+[Verse Two]
+Look, I'm a Christal nigga and you a red-winer
+You just an opening act, but I'm the headliner (But you don't hear
+Me)
+I'm 'bout to ship 3 mill' off top
+You got your deal off your man, I got my deal off props (But you don't
+Hear me)
+I'm connected like dub and Mach-10 with ice cubes in my watch
+
+And dubs on the black Benz (But you don't hear me)
+I'm getting' paid 'cause I do all the work
+It's rainy days if we don't move all our work, we go bizirk (But
+You don't hear me)
+I'm on the block fam, in the cream drop Lam
+Mostly yall cats with deals, y'all ain't hot man (But you don't
+Hear me)
+I'm 'bout to do it again, you 'bout to lose it again
+It's show and tell motherfucker, I'm a prove it
+
+[Chorus]
+The game over, 'cause shit about to change over
+It's 'bout time 'cause hip-hop need a make over (But you don't
+Hear me)
+If most producers want to charge too much
+But around my way that's how you get fucked up (But you don't hear
+Me)
+You might think we all beats and rhymes
+But way before this rap shit,nigga the streets was mine (But
+You don't hear me)
+I got that hot shit, that "Thug Life" 'Pac shit
+That get hot shit, that B.I.G. "Ready to Die" shit
+**************************************************
+Flyboy Status[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 2x]
+
+[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 (2x)]
+
+[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]
+**************************************************
+Main Bitch Look Shitty[Lil' Flip talking]
+Haha, that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout
+Man turn the mic up just a little bit
+Yeah, yeah this that real shit man
+This that shit niggas wanna hear
+This the shit these streets like
+Alotta of ya'll niggas marryin ugly ass hoodrats
+Man, ugly main bitch look shitty ya feel me
+Yo main bitch look shitty!, yo main bitch look shitty!
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+I got hoes nigga you know that
+Got these bitches posin for the kodak (cheese)
+I'm Lil' Flip and you know where I'm from
+Da freestyle King and the fuckin Leprechaun (Cloverland)
+And we can box if you niggas wanna box
+We movin rocks cause we roll with them Glocks
+I'm like Pac I'm finna hit them niggas up
+Got a tec-nine I'm finna lift them niggas up (not playin)
+And I'm lookin at they hoes
+You need to go by yo main hoe some clothes
+Cause the bitch is a hoodrat
+You ain't know nigga I'm good black wit a million in the bank
+A whole cup of drank
+I'm doing this nigga I'm hard in the paint
+Whether its  basketball or rappin (rappin)
+If you gonna hear the new single that bitch called"I'm Cappin"
+Well lets talk about these nasty ass hoes (nasty ass hoes)
+Steppin out in some nasty ass clothes
+I suppose you niggas ain't a pimp
+And you trickin to a hoe you a mothafuckin simp
+
+(Chorus)
+It's the place where niggas love to ball
+20 inches that's the way we love to crawl
+But yo main bitch look shitty
+Yo main bitch look shitty
+And my niggas we about that cash
+You play wit us we gon' bust that ass
+But yo main bitch look shitty
+Yo main bitch look shitty
+And you see the chrome 20's spinnin
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+I know ya'll know I just got a deal
+I know ya'll know I gotta keep it trill
+I know ya'll know I' m a stay Sucka Free
+I know ya'll know that ya'll can't fuck wit me
+I know ya'll know I got platinum in my mouth
+I know ya'll know I'm just rapping at my house
+I know ya'll know that we gotta studio
+And I know ya'll rappers act like hoes
+I like to fuck with the niggas who real (fa real)
+I like to fuck wit niggas who pack steel
+I ain't trippin and I ain't slippin
+The reason that I'm up right now cause I ain't slippin
+But after I rap I'm a go smoke
+They called Dayton's and I got 100 spokes
+I'm wearin shades and I bought a Honda Los'
+But while I rap I'm also runnin dope
+I get on the interstate with my dough
+You think I'm a get caught but now I'm sayin no!
+And ya'll niggas go to jail and you snitch
+And you uglier then ya mothafuckin bitch
+And I'm a pitch but I ain't Nolan Ryan
+You say you rich and I'm sayin I know he lyin
+Like Kobe Bryant I'm a get a couple of rings
+You see me playa I'm watchin a couple of screens
+I'm watchin Mygver I'm a survivor
+You playin wit me paint wet like salava
+And I'm crawlin I do it all day
+You fuckin in the class I'm hustlin in the hall way
+I went to Worthing had hoes at Sterling
+Drove a Suburban know I got ta Excursion
+Swervin and never ever shop at Mervyn's
+And when you see my Cartier (Damn!)you can't stop Observin
+Cause I got X's in the middle
+I gotta Lexus but yours is little
+I got a Jag with some Burberry paint (fa real!)
+And I ain't even gotta discuss whats in the bank
+I did a song with Def Jam but I said no!
+I'm a sign wit Sony and get them 0's
+And now I'm rich!
+**************************************************
+CandycarsMan we ridin candycars eating candybars naw i ain't locked up behind bars man
+This is lil flip of the screwed up click i'm the coe yeah yall still come to
+See me flow i shine so hard i glow in the dark. my momma say damn boy it look
+Like you got a star in yo mouth well momma that's apart of being down south
+Yall still mad? well i feeling kinda glad. records going gold and platium. man
+I'm tatlented i got skillz that bet ain't even seen yet i got a grill that damn
+Near cost a mil. houston texas is where i live. but every body know in houston
+Candycars be our style
+
+That's all i wanted to write lil flip i might help ya soon then holla at me and
+I write you and hole new album i got killz to dogg. lil bebe
+**************************************************
+In My Backyard[Yung Redd]
+Yeah, take a look into my backyard
+Where there ain't no way out, and niggas wanna act hard
+Watch your friends, some turn to fakers
+That's why I smoke green acres
+Get your paper, look around the world is violent
+I, do my dirt and move in silence
+Come on, you seen them capture, heard them sirens
+Just come outside, boys are fighting
+Yet the, grass is green, mosquitos biting
+So I grabbed a pencil, and started writing
+About the the shit we seen, the shit we did
+And how we live, just growing up as a kid
+Down in Houston Texas, its hot as hell
+I know its hard to gain, easy to fail
+Now days, anything might send you to jail
+Take note, this is show and tell, in my backyard
+
+[Chorus]
+Ooh I never thought, that it would be this way
+Living in the ghetto
+Who would of thought that I could make a change
+All I ever wanted, was to make it out this game
+Living in the ghetto
+I kept on trying until I found my way, my way
+
+[Yung Redd]
+From the porch to the street, from the street to the sto'
+From the sto' to the corner, where a nigga sold dope
+Put it together, this left niggas with no hope
+But it seemed to twerk the block, work or stay broke
+Oh no, back then money was slow
+Wasn't cool to be bold, believe it I know
+Wasn't no field of dreams, couldn't get no sleep
+When cops popped the pistols, in the street
+Now let's see, the ghetto's been shooting at me
+Tell me to freeze, before I can stash my cheese
+Some of us get caught, some make it out
+Day in and day out, on a paper route
+
+[Chorus]
+
+[Yung Redd]
+Waking up with the roosters, can't do what I use to
+Like wasting time, fucking with losers
+This is what goes on, way down here
+Tell it like it is, we stay round here
+All my niggas, get paid round here
+Sometimes, people get sprayed round here
+Hey, days and nights, nights and days
+I use to dream of ways, to get paid
+So now I'm, looking around to see what's shaking
+Opportunity knocked, but my spot was vacant
+Boys on the country, locked up for hustling
+Game over, we just got time for nothing
+You might see niggas yelling, always fussing
+Around the way, this what happens everyday
+So just put up your guards, times is hard
+Live from the backyard, from the backyard
+
+[Chorus]
+**************************************************
+Dem Boyz Remix (Screwed)Remix, Remix Haha WOOOO
+
+[Chorus: Lil' Flip - Repeat 2X]
+Is it cause dem boyz is out there shinin (shinin)
+Maybe cause dem boyz is out there grindin (grindin)
+Platinum pieces with canary diamonds (diamonds)
+But haters they talkin but never mind them (never mind them)
+
+[Verse 1: Skillz1]
+I don't pu-push the cane, I push the brain
+Ahead of the game-aimin range
+Not the Rover never pullin over
+Smooth like Hova gettin'older (It's the remix)
+Not the +Mafia+ but the +Three Six+ is parked outside
+Got you thinkin how you got left with the Lincoln
+Me and Flip on some new shit we stay in the lab don't bullshit
+Stick to the motto, pop a few bottles, fuck a few models feel no sorrow
+Some people said slow my role but the breads comin fast and I know
+That the platinum pieces keep me shinin
+And thinkin I'm a mother keeps me grindin
+Entered the game at a young age-I'm own my on I'm out the cage
+If you say I'm young and I can't get in
+Use a fake I.D with a picture of my rims
+24's my work who knows-Skillz on a track with a platinum rapper
+Pockets getting much fatter!
+
+[Chorus]
+
+[Verse 2: Lil' Flip]
+I got big rocks all in my cross-every night a differant hoe I toss
+You better check the facts, check the stats ya'll niggas lossed
+How much my jewerly cost just ask my nigga boss
+It's winter time so you know the birds fly south
+So spread it word of mouth I'm tryna get e'm out
+I'm from the Clover nigga we gon'make it through the drought
+Got thirty in the valt, got fifty on my neck
+A hundred on my wrist, three-hundred on my check
+Five-hundred for my Benz, four-hundred for my friends
+We rollin on Lorenz watch the spinners spin
+We pimpin hoes like Ken we never drink on gen
+My records always spin, I gotta win nigggaaa
+
+[Chorus]
+
+[Verse 3: Skillz1]
+No matter what the mood is gotta throwback St.Louis
+Shinin-and-grindin these ain't no birds these is canari diamonds
+So quit ya yappin we rappin before I get to clappin
+For the 2-1-4, the 7-1-3 I stay on my Q's, I stay on my P's
+I do what I do, I do it with ease so bitch please
+The top of the list the fact that I'm shinin
+Point nose down and you know I'm grindin
+Not the cliff but I got some cliffs
+Tens stacks and I make a hit and I flip to a brick
+And I add a five hit the block now it's time to grind
+Pants saggin, money braggin, playin one, gucci the two
+H1, H2's Flip in a Jag-and the rest of the crew
+Snakes to snakes bitches to models
+Pop the bottles differant zones, time zones
+Fire zone, WOOOO I'm in Jacob zone
+
+[Chorus]
+**************************************************
+I Gotta’ Get Paid (feat. Ghostface & Raekwon)(featuring Ghostface Killah & Raekwon)
+
+(Chorus: Lil' Flip)
+Real niggas bust ya pistols in the sky
+I'm a muthaf**kin' G and til I die
+I get that paper, and I'm chillin' on the low
+All I need, is more money more
+
+(Hook: Lil' Flip)
+'cause, I gotta get paid, I gotta stay paid
+I gotta get paid, I gotta get this money
+I gotta get paid, I gotta stay paid
+I gotta get paid, I gotta get this money, man
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+I get that paper for shizzle, I'm breakin' bread with my niggas
+I ride around with them triggas, I clap back nigga
+I shoot that uzi like hoops, I ride around in them Coupe's
+Got alligator on boots, my pockets fat nigga
+We overseas with the Wu, we blowin' trees with our crew
+All my clothes brand new, you gotta love it man
+I'm on top of my game, rocks on top of my chain
+Catchin' planes to Spain, nigga, you know I'm thuggin', man
+We pushin' whips you can't buy, 24 hours we high
+I believe I can fly, I'm f**ked up, dog
+I smoke that shit you can't get, we spit that shit you can't spit
+Fifteen tracks, no skits, so f**k all y'all
+
+(Chorus)
+(Raekwon)
+Shorties bouncin', forty ounces, Lex gon' kill up all the bouncers
+Round my shit, gon' fall up out you
+Raw that nigga, bring horror up out you
+Thought about you, blow that forty and call the cops too
+I'ma be out by four and route you
+Pussy ass nigga, bring horror up out you, valor the couch, too
+I'm amazin', when they pass the gauge in
+Sky blue Phantom with beige in
+Stop changin' it, ride it for a month
+Then come up, make my change in it
+Not done, the best, to get it, Uncle, let's get it
+What's really real if Lex can't get it?
+Shaolin whip big techs again
+F**k around and caught me a Mexican bitch
+
+(Chorus)
+(Ghostface Killah)
+I blow your face off, cake off, then buy an acre, stayed off
+My mustache like Adolf, don't let me pull my cape off
+It's Superman lover, f**k it, no other
+We just a group of bad brothers, y'all pussy, now check it
+Rap DeNiro, crazy Shapiro, pushin' through customs
+Back from Europe, and we changin' our Euro's for money
+The Wallabees gummy, with so much paper I'm dead
+Call me a cheese dummy, and we dip our leaves in honey
+Awwwww, you wanna see the hammer?
+Awwwww, you wanna hit the canvas?
+I will not waste my time on frontin' ass
+Niggas, that do not excease
+
+(Chorus)
+
+(Hook)
+**************************************************
+The Way We Ball (Rmx)Heyyy, Gayyyyyyyy
+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, Corporate Christian (This is the way we ball)
+
+(Chorus - 2x)
+And we like to floss, all my diamonds gloss
+I represent the dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty South
+(Why did you bring that fantasy baksetball)
+And we riding blaze, Jags and Escalades
+We Third Coast born but we all sections paid
+(why dud you bring that fantasy baksetball)
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+Uh I'm Lil' Flip, I'm back on this track, I'm still pushing Heyy
+But this time around, H.S.E. got green bayy
+Now we got gay , cause we keep making hayy
+My pockets like Oprah, they getting so gay (gay)
+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 nigel grown, so I need grown money
+I don't wanna split poop, cause I need my own money
+Then I'ma see Johnny, and buy another chain
+And since I'm in a big body nigel get out my lane
+
+(Lil Flip)
+Yo, lil ron, I got one question to ask. Why did you bring your brand
+New shiny fantasy baksetball?
+(Lil Ron)
+I got it for christmas. You don't even have a fantasy baksetball
+(Lil Flip)
+Yeah I do, you idiot. I have a Yahoo fantasy baksetball
+
+(Lil' Ron)
+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
+
+(Young Redd)
+Me g, I'm riding blades wher'ver I go
+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
+(Lil Flip)
+Heyy redd, are you related to michael redd? He told me he
+Doesn't even know how to scrimmage
+(Redd)
+I'm going to bounce Flip, I need to go to Sports Authority. Theres
+A sale on fantasy baksetballs
+
+(Chorus - 2x)
+(Lil' Flip)
+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 Hump Hump
+And if you ever come to my town just holla
+Cause Lil' Flip and Sucka Free all about they dollas
+
+(Chorus - 2x)
+(Lil Flip)
+Aight, I was shopping for ESPN fantasy yoohoo baksetballs, and I
+Wanted two pears at Footlocker. I need two pears, give me two
+Pears...
+
+Tom Arnold: LET'S PLAY THE GAME!!
+
+Lil Flip: Aight, TA lets ball
+
+Hey LeBron, where do you take more shots, on the court, or at the liquor store? loser
+
+Hey LeBron, it's ironic that you threw a pass between your legs because thats the only thing you have between your legs
+
+Hey Lebron, whats worse, your term paper or that autobiography by tom arnold in your dorm?
+
+Hey LeBron, whats higher, your vertical leap or your coach on gameday?
+
+Hey LeBron, fantastic scholastic lebron james tour? more like, you suck you faggot tour
+
+Hey LeBron, Daryl Strawberry was at the game to watch his son. He wants to know where you get such good weed
+
+Hey LeBron, whats with the white patches on your arms? Nicorette doesn't help you quit heroin you idiot
+
+Lil Flip: Lassssssssssst one
+
+Hey LeBron, the WNBA called, YOU SUCK!!
+
+(Chorus 2x)
+**************************************************
+Y’all Don’t Want It (feat. The Diplomats)(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
+Niggas 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 niggas 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)
+**************************************************
+U See It (Screwed)F/ Chamillion
+
+(Lil' Flip talking)
+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
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+I pulled up in the jag (u see it)
+Everybody know I got Texas cash (u see it)
+I'm like Juve throwing up a soldier rag (u see it)
+In H-Town I throw up a Clover flag (u see it)
+On T.V. I'm still leaning to the left (u see it)
+Got a deal but I didn't sign with Def (u see it)
+Got a deal with Sony now we richer (u see it)
+Look me up I'm in The Source see my picture (u see it)
+I got hoes just coming to my shows (u see it)
+I got niggas just running to my do' (u see it)
+You se everything we smoke is endo (u see it)
+It's a truck but it's made by Benzo (u see it)
+I'm Lil' Flip I'm in the Dirty Dirty South (u see it)
+I got about fifty grand in my mouth (u see it)
+I represent for my nigga named Screw (u see it)
+Some niggas claim red, some claim blue (u see it)
+
+(Chorus)
+Nothing less than 20 thousand on my wrist (u see it)
+You got cars in your yard but none like this (u see it)
+Candy frame, I'ma swing on twenty inch (u see it)
+I ain't got to tell these hoes that I'm a pimp (u see it)
+Be banging the Jaguar behind the ten (u see it)
+Hydro chronic smoking know you smell the scent (u see it)
+Got my heater under my Iceberg fit (u see it)
+I'm the shit, I got these hatas pissed u see it, u see it
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+You got a Cardier but it's little (u see it)
+Look at mine I got X's in the middle (u see it)
+I go to sleep on a Iceberg bed (u see it)
+I'm feeling smart cause I always get head (u see it)
+I might ride candy red, or black (u see it)
+If it's called a Escalade it's a Lac (u see it)
+If you sitting on twenties then they shine (u see it)
+If it ain't endo, we call it pine (u see it)
+Down here everybody got gold (u see it)
+Still flipping cause we all got hoes (u see it)
+Still rich cause we all got shows (u see it)
+Couple of friends but we all got foes (u see it)
+Down here Lil' Flip run the South (u see it)
+Owe me money there's a gun in your mouth (u see it)
+Want a show you better send my deposit (u see it)
+As far as Sucka Free camp go I got it (u see it)
+
+(Chorus)
+(Chamillion)
+Pump your breaks my rims be spinning in place (u see it)
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+Don't worry we ain't got bad breaks (u see it)
+
+(Chamillion)
+This frozen water got my gums feeling numb (u see it)
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+I'm like nas cause I know I got a gun (u see it)
+
+(Chamillion)
+Got a thug girl, a slugs hit me brain freeze (u see it)
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+I'm like Alicia cause we move the same keys (u see it)
+
+(Chamillion)
+Niggas know I got more d'oh than Homer (u see it)
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+I'm getting head from your gal in the sauna (u see it)
+
+(Chamillion)
+My strap's sticking in my lap but never hit me (u see it)
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+I got some millions but I'm still on a mission (u see it)
+
+(Chamillion)
+A million that dot com tatted on my arm (u see it)
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+The Screwed Up Click written in platinum on my charm (u see it)
+
+(Bridge)
+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)
+U see it - 4x
+**************************************************
+La La La (feat. Will Lean)(feat. Will Lean)
+
+(Hook)
+Lil' Flip always smokin' that la la la
+Will Lean always smokin' that la la la
+Play-hef always smokin' that la la la
+It's Clover G's and you know my lullaby, come on
+Excuse me bitch, you know I'm rich
+So don't snitch about how I hustle
+Cause I got muscle, skip all that shit
+Just gimme a brick bitch
+
+(Will Lean)
+I'm a gangsta, it ain't love at first sight
+You's a freak so we fucked the first night
+I'm in the back seat puffin' that la la la
+Me and my niggas gettin' high high high
+You better ask around, that I smokes a pound
+Four four desert eagle what I tote around
+Nigga, in that Coup de Ville
+Hit ya wit the steel nigga let loose ya grill
+You choose to squeal, it's the truth I kill
+With that infra red beam let loose ya grill nigga
+Uh, and I take ya head off when I grab my shit
+And start lettin' this lead off
+
+(Hook)
+Yeh, you know how we do it man
+If you in ya motherfuckin' car
+Cut this shit up nigga (cut it up)
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+Yeh, we got the dro fire it up
+You want me to do it show you gotta wire it up
+Go to Western Union and call me back
+Gimme the tracking number nigga and I can do that
+I need the dro nigga top of the line
+You got clothes in yo closet but they not like mine
+You got hoes in yo camp but they can't flow like us
+You got weed in yo yard but it don't grow like us
+Inhale exhale, Sprints and Nextels
+Gotta write letters to my niggas that's in jail (keep ya head up)
+Locked up they baby momma knocked up
+If niggas play wid my money my guns get cocked up
+I franchise like a Houston Rocket
+Every eight months is when I usually drop it
+Every eight blunts is when I usually stop it
+Every eight Glocks is when I usually pop it
+
+(Hook)
+(Play)
+Ain't wid that huggin' and kissin' and lovin', bitch
+I'm wid that smokin' and drinkin'
+Cause I gotta keep it thuggin
+And I'm bumpin' and grindin'
+Got to put the snake to bite
+R kel's I'm up all night put up a good fight
+If you gon' jack somethin' make sure ya jack good
+Cause if not, then I pop and I go get my guns
+I rap for Clover G's and I rap for P-T-P
+I rap for all them gangstas out there gettin' they cheese
+I Double XL or Source to make bread
+I need pots a few bricks to go slice my bread
+Me Flip and Will will flip and lean on you
+Take ya truck that's not ya rap and fuck a rap
+After Lil' Flip album ya ass is crap
+You know me Play-hef and the tracks we lacin'
+Smokin' on that bubble that sticky Canadian bacon
+Fuck a lil hand stamp that shit
+
+(Hook)
+**************************************************
+Every Hour[Verse 1: Lil Flip]
+(Uh, uh, uh)
+I'm just a laidback cat
+I push a Maybach black
+You know my pockets been fat
+Before my tape went plat (Yeah)
+You thought I'd never get a Neptune's track
+Well I hate to break the news but the kid is back
+We can go stack for stack
+Or track for track
+Better yet, bar for bar
+Or car for car
+Cause the bottom line is
+I'm the hottest thing out
+And I represent the dirty, dirty, dirty South
+
+[Pre-Chorus: Pharrell, Lil Flip]
+(Woo)
+I love the way (every hour)
+You make me smile (?)
+You make me drop the top (every hour)
+Feel the breeze a while (?)
+I went from in the club (every hour)
+See me leaning on the rail (?)
+See my eyes are red (every hour)
+From hitting L (?)
+
+[Chorus: Pharrell]
+N*gga I'm high as hell
+If you see me two stepping
+N*gga I'm high as hell
+N*gga I'm high as hell
+If you see my n*ggas repping
+N*gga we high as hell
+N*gga we high as hell
+If you see me with the Tek then
+N*gga I'm high as hell
+N*gga I'm high as hell
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Flip, Pharrell]
+The power of M O N E Y
+That's the reason why the cats in my hood dress fly
+Now let's ride on cruise control and drop the top
+You must get it from your mama cause I like what you got
+You think I'm fronting what I'm feeling
+Cause I'm stunting with a million
+I'm at the bar with a bottle
+Trying to pull me a model, no!
+Cause they all come up to me
+They give me their number to me
+They jump in the Hummer with me
+Yeah, I wear rocks on the top of my Rocawear
+The switches on my drop rock like a rocking chair
+Now we doing 150 on the highway
+I'm like Jigga my n*gga I did it my way
+
+[Pre-Chorus: Pharrell, Lil Flip]
+(Woo)
+I love the way (every hour)
+You make me smile (?)
+You make me drop the top (every hour)
+Feel the breeze a while (?)
+I went from in the club (every hour)
+See me leaning on the rail (?)
+See my eyes are red (every hour)
+From hitting L (?)
+
+[Chorus: Pharrell]
+N*gga I'm high as hell
+N*gga I'm high as hell
+If you see me two stepping
+N*gga I'm high as hell
+N*gga I'm high as hell
+If you see my n*ggas repping
+N*gga we high as hell
+N*gga we high as hell
+If you see me with the Tek then
+N*gga I'm high as hell
+N*gga I'm high as hell
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Flip, Pharrell]
+Uh, uh
+If you want to chill in V.I.P
+Just meet me in the back with that B.U.D
+Yeah, and if you want to come roll with us (roll with us)
+Make sure you y'all down to blow [?] with us
+Cause (woo wee)
+
+[Chorus: Pharrell]
+N*gga I'm high as hell
+If you see me two stepping
+N*gga I'm high as hell
+N*gga I'm high as hell
+If you see my n*ggas repping
+N*gga we high as hell
+N*gga we high as hell
+If you see me with the Tek then
+N*gga I'm high as hell
+N*gga I'm high as hell
+
+[Pre-Chorus: Pharrell, Lil Flip]
+(Woo)
+I love the way (every hour)
+You make me smile (?)
+You make me drop the top (every hour)
+Feel the breeze a while (?)
+I went from in the club (every hour)
+See me leaning on the rail (?)
+See my eyes are red (every hour)
+From hitting L (?)
+
+
+[Outro: Pharrell]
+I lo-
+**************************************************
+Tonight (Remix)[Lil' Flip]
+WOOOO, WOOOO! yeah, yeah
+This that slow shit this for the females(for the ladies)
+To let ya'll know what I been goin through
+You know I'm still single
+I'm just tryna find a chick who ain't no gold digger
+(*coughs*) my bad platinum digger you feel me(hah)
+It ain't trickin if you got it
+But I got it and you ain't gonna get it
+(based on a true story peep this)
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+I been through a whole lot of shit, a whole lot of pain
+I've seen niggas like go down the drain
+Just because they had a baby mama
+But what they didn't know they wasn't prepared for the drama
+And they fuckin other niggas playin games
+Won't let you see ya child start doin that shit that's lame
+That ain't right no mo'
+She do that shit because she say ya'll can't fight no mo'
+But damn ya'll got a fuckin child together
+Think about ya past ya'll got wild together
+When ya kid grow up he gon' be like mama where daddy ?
+And you gon' be like daddy came with the drama
+But the daddy wanna see his son but you playin them games
+I see the shit all the time they be playin them games
+They think we lame because we take care
+Fix they hair, nails, and give them healthcare
+Ain't no more welfare they hit the jackpot
+You feel me it's like the lottery they hit the jackpot
+They get a kid, they get paid, they get a check every month
+And you like damn she gotta bet every month
+Yeah you sending that money but it ain't goin on ya kids
+Go see how big her house is look what you did!
+You could've been together, you could've kept it real
+But you tryed to fuck another hoe and somebody squealed
+You wanted to be a mack daddy, a pimp couldn't be faithful
+This shit almost killed you it made her feel hateful
+And that's when a real nigga like me come in the picture
+Cause I ain't tryna use ya gal I ain't no gold digger
+
+[Lil' Flip]
+I ain't tryna use her, ya know what I mean
+Do somethin for me, I do somethin for you its all gravy
+I'm tryna find me a good chick, a down ass bitch
+Ya know, ya know, ya know if you unhappy I'll be ya new papi
+Alright you can stop it, let 'em here that shit
+**************************************************
+The Way We Ball (Screwed)(Intro)
+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)
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+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)
+(Lil' Flip)
+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)
+(Lil' Flip)
+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)
+**************************************************
+Sorry Lil’ Mama [Clean]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 and a later date
+I'll f*** with you some more
+Meanwhile 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 cellphone is on roam
+I'm just tryna' get some dome
+Yeah, now if you rollin' with me come now
+I'm a gangsta I'll never put my g*** down
+I can't drive, girl, 'cause I'm h***
+I see ya belly ring plus you got a butterfly
+Twenty eights when I roll out
+Ten clear coats on my gold drop
+What's yo name? Where you from, girl?
+I got a Presidential Suite, you can come, girl
+I got Cris by the case load
+What the hell, ya ,baby, daddy in my face for?
+Now I'm reachin' for my waist s***
+We got chicks in every state, woah
+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 and a later date
+I'll f*** with you some more
+Meanwhile 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 cellphone is on roam
+I'm just tryna' get some dome
+Huh, the whip paid fo', she starin' at my watch
+I'm like, ‽What you in my face for?”
+Oh, 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, ‽I 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
+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 and a later date
+I'll f*** with you some more
+Meanwhile 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 cellphone is on roam
+I'm just tryna' get some dome
+Yeah, I gotta Sprint and a T Mobile and a Nextel phone
+And all three of 'em ringin' from bad a*** b*** 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 a*** meat
+A n*** tried to jack me for 'em so I opened up his chest last week
+I'm rude as a m*** but I get nice when I receive h***
+Might fall off for a minute but I get back right when I receive 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 c*** then cut a couple of corners
+Cruisin' with me in the Bentley soon as I borrow ya
+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 and a later date
+I'll f*** with you some more
+Meanwhile 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 cellphone is on roam
+I'm just tryna' get some dome
+Now if you're rollin' with me come now
+Now if you're rollin' with me come now
+**************************************************
+So Gone (feat. C Bo & Big Shasta)(feat. C Bo & Big Shasta)
+
+(Hook: Big Shasta)
+Now we can roll some berry blunts
+Supersize two feet long
+And when it's done stuff the bong
+So we can smoke on
+You know we got the sticky trees
+That's why we make smoke songs
+One thing I know for sure
+Is that I'm so gone
+
+(C-Bo)
+Yeh M-J baby you mean everything to me
+I built all my raps and goals, and life around you
+I don't care what they think, I ain't right without you
+I don't dip whip shit, through the night without you
+Swisha, ciguerilla, cause you just so potent
+Put the towel under the do', cause you just so open
+I can see me wid you all in my life
+I'm in my drop top rollin' down Sunset all through the night
+Cause when I, fire ya up right, they know you're the truth
+I just look at them other niggas, cause they want a hit too
+But I ain't into sharin' mines, less you one of my dogs
+If you wid us it ain't shit we blow one of my logs
+I keep the dro loose, like it's supposed to
+So when they hit it they just choke like they supposed to
+You wanna blow to?, you gon' need dough fool
+You hit my blunt I snatch it back like I don't know you
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+Imagine ridin' down the highway eyes all blurry
+Cops pull me over cause they know I'm in a hurry
+I ain't worried I ain't ridin' dirty but I'm high as fuck
+I hoppin' out like damn, you wanna buy my truck?
+It must've been my luck, for me to get stopped
+It must've been your luck, for you to get dropped
+I roll the creme of the crop, the best shit nigga
+We ain't fuckin' around wid that stress shit nigga
+I went to Amsterdam, in a tannish Lan
+I ain't wear my fuckin' jewelry they know who I am
+I Lil' Flipper, the nigga who was leanin' to the left
+Just, freestylin' eversince Jazzy Jeff, and the Fresh Prince
+Well I'm the fresh king, you wearing little stones
+I got begets in my ring, I got green weed purple weed
+No more commercial weed, hah ha
+That's how I do it smoke one G
+
+(Hook)
+**************************************************
+Lil Flip- Game OverFury, ahh
+
+Now who dey want? Flip, Flip, Flip
+Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, game over
+Now who dey want? Flip, Flip, Flip
+Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, game over
+
+Now who dey want? Flip, Flip, Flip
+Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, game over
+Now who dey want? Flip, Flip, Flip
+Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, game over
+
+Ah shit y'all done fucked up and let me in this bitch
+I'm just your average hood nigga with dreams of gettin' rich
+(But you don't hear me)
+
+My crib big like a football field
+(Football field)
+You might fuck around and think I signed a football deal
+(But you don't hear me)
+
+I take 15 minutes to drop a track
+(Yeah)
+I take half a minute to load my gat
+(But you don't hear me)
+
+I make 'em bounce all across the globe
+I'm a pimp, I got your hoe takin' off her clothes
+(But you don't hear me)
+
+A franchise like a Houston Rocket
+(Houston Rocket)
+Every eight months is when I usually drop it
+(But you don't hear me)
+
+I got the streets on lock, I like my beats with knock
+You know my heat stay cocked, nigga
+
+Now who dey want? Flip, Flip, Flip
+Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, game over
+Now who dey want? Flip, Flip, Flip
+Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, game over
+
+Now who dey want? Flip, Flip, Flip
+Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, game over
+Now who dey want? Flip, Flip, Flip
+Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, game over
+
+Look, I'm a Christal nigga and you a red-winer
+You just an opening act, but I'm the headliner
+(But you don't hear me)
+I'm 'bout to ship 3 mill' off top
+
+You got your deal off your man, I got my deal off props
+(But you don't hear me)
+I'm connected like dub and Mach-10 with ice cubes in my watch
+
+And dubs on the black Benz
+(But you don't hear me)
+I'm getting' paid 'cause I do all the work
+It's rainy days if we don't move all our work, we go bizirk
+(But you don't hear me)
+
+I'm on the block fam, in the cream drop Lam
+Mostly y'all cats with deals, y'all ain't hot man
+(But you don't hear me)
+I'm 'bout to do it again, you 'bout to lose it again
+It's show and tell motherfucker, I'm a prove it
+
+Now who dey want? Flip, Flip, Flip
+Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, game over
+Now who dey want? Flip, Flip, Flip
+Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, game over
+
+Now who dey want? Flip, Flip, Flip
+Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, game over
+Now who dey want? Flip, Flip, Flip
+Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, game over
+
+The game over, 'cause shit about to change over
+It's 'bout time 'cause hip-hop need a make over
+(But you don't hear me)
+
+If most producers want to charge too much
+But around my way that's how you get fucked up
+(But you don't hear me)
+
+You might think we all beats and rhymes
+But way before this rap shit,nigga the streets was mine
+(But you don't hear me)
+
+I got that hot shit, that "Thug Life" 'Pac shit
+That get hot shit, that B.I.G. "Ready to Die" shit
+**************************************************
+Intro[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
+**************************************************
+Right Thurr (G Mix)[Talking]
+We flip the hits
+We flip the chicks
+We flip the bricks yo
+
+[Hook]
+I like it when you do that right thurr (right thurr)
+Come here, let me whisper in ya ear (in ya ear)
+You know, I'ma tell you what you wanna hear (wanna hear)
+You wanna get it on let's do it right here, OKAY!
+(x2)
+
+[Verse 1]
+I like that chick right thurr (right thurr)
+But it ain't no fun hoe if ya don't share
+Go to the mall and get me a white fur
+I'm pushin' a Vi-per
+And believe me I might swerve
+You got nice curves I'm a pimp you ain't heard?
+It's three of us and one of you you ain't scared?
+We at the Adam's mart downtown over thurr (over thurr)
+Tell ya girlfriend stop wearin' horsehair
+I'm in a home team throwback Andre wear
+It ain't no rules why should I play fair
+We V-I-P at the club all year
+Just meet me at the back and pull up a chair
+
+Hook (x2)
+
+[Verse 2]
+I don't know how to make love music
+I make thug music, I make club mu-sic
+Now all these niggas tryna battle rap
+But that shit don't add up to a platinum plaque
+I'm like Shaq move bitch get out the way I'm finna dump
+I move a hundred and fifty out the trunk
+I hit the jackpot before I got my deal
+I keep my ear to the streets like Holyfield
+I got the keys to the crib and it's three in the mornin'
+I paid for five bottles but three of 'em gone
+I'm real fucked up plus my eyes gettin' blurred
+If you wanna do a track and split the grand to a pair
+**************************************************
+Suck my dickI Suck dick all day
+I Suck dick all day
+I Suck dick all day
+I Suck dick all day
+I Suck dick all day
+I Suck dick all day
+I Suck dick all day
+I Suck dick all day
+I Suck dick all day
+I Suck dick all day
+I Suck dick all day
+I Suck dick all day
+I Suck dick all day
+I Suck dick all day
+I Suck dick all day
+I Suck dick all day
+Now it''s your turn to Suck my dick, Suck my dick, Suck my dick
+**************************************************
+Game Over (Flip) - Remix ExplicitIntro]
+Fury
+Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh
+
+[Chorus: repeat 4x]
+Now who dey want
+Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip,Game over
+
+[Verse One]
+Ah shit y'all done fucked up and let me in this bitch
+I'm just your average hood nigga with dreams of gettin' rich (But
+You don't hear me)
+My crib big like a football field (football field)
+You might fuck around and think I signed a football deal (But you
+Don't hear me)
+I take 15 minutes to drop a track (yeah)
+I take half a minute to load my gat (But you don't hear me)
+I make 'em bounce all across the globe
+I'm a pimp, I got your hoe takin' off her clothes (But you don't
+Hear me)
+A franchise like a Houston Rocket (Houston Rocket)
+Every eight months is when I usually drop it (But you don't hear
+Me)
+I got the streets on lock, I like my beats with knock
+You know my heat stay cocked, niggaaaaa
+
+[Chorus]
+
+[Verse Two]
+Look, I'm a Christal nigga and you a red-winer
+You just an opening act, but I'm the headliner (But you don't hear
+Me)
+I'm 'bout to ship 3 mill' off top
+You got your deal off your man, I got my deal off props (But you don't
+Hear me)
+I'm connected like dub and Mach-10 with ice cubes in my watch
+
+And dubs on the black Benz (But you don't hear me)
+I'm getting' paid 'cause I do all the work
+It's rainy days if we don't move all our work, we go bizirk (But
+You don't hear me)
+I'm on the block fam, in the cream drop Lam
+Mostly yall cats with deals, y'all ain't hot man (But you don't
+Hear me)
+I'm 'bout to do it again, you 'bout to lose it again
+It's show and tell motherfucker, I'm a prove it
+
+[Chorus]
+The game over, 'cause shit about to change over
+It's 'bout time 'cause hip-hop need a make over (But you don't
+Hear me)
+If most producers want to charge too much
+But around my way that's how you get fucked up (But you don't hear
+Me)
+You might think we all beats and rhymes
+But way before this rap shit,nigga the streets was mine (But
+You don't hear me)
+I got that hot shit, that "Thug Life" 'Pac shit
+That get hot shit, that B.I.G. "Ready to Die" shit
+**************************************************
+Throw Yo’ HoodThis what I want you to do
+I want you to go to the bar
+Go buy the most expensive drink
+And pour it on a nigga you don't like
+
+Yeah, we ain't come here to rock the crowd
+Nigga, we came here to start a fuckin' fight, bitch
+You know how we do it
+
+We came to get it crunk, we came to get drunk
+We came to chill in VIP and smoke a couple of blunts
+Pull a couple of dimes, spit a couple of rhymes
+And if niggas jump fly I got a couple of nines
+
+I'm ahead of my time 'cause I stay on my grind
+'Cause most niggas be lettin' hoes play with they mind
+But not me cause homey don't play that
+You see me with a strap, homey gon' 'spray that shit
+
+Where ya face at, you talkin' now take that
+You talkin' out the side of ya neck, don't make me break that
+Slap you, slap him, clap you, clap him
+'Cause I ain't got time for all that wrestling
+
+I'm just a cool dude when I'm in a good mood
+But when I'm pissed off, my attitude is fuck you
+I'm like a tattoo, I never go away
+That's why I ride with a tech and the throw-away
+
+All my niggas and my bitches
+Throw yo' hood in the mothafuckin' air, throw it up
+And if y'all get money like we get money
+Let me hear y'all scream, oh yeah
+
+All my niggas and my bitches
+Throw yo' hood in the mothafuckin' air, throw it up
+And if y'all smoke weed like we smoke weed
+Let me hear y'all scream, oh yeah
+
+Throw yo hood up nigga and tear the club up
+While I'm in the parking lot, tryna tear my dubs up
+I'm Cadillac pimpin' like the Young Bloodz
+So come to Texas and smoke the best Bud nigga
+
+I got what you want, I got what you need
+And can't nobody throw a party like me
+So quit ya frontin' and quit ya cappin'
+See that's why you small cats never flip to platinum
+
+All my niggas and my bitches
+Throw yo' hood in the mothafuckin' air, throw it up
+And if y'all get money like we get money
+Let me hear y'all scream, oh yeah
+
+All my niggas and my bitches
+Throw yo' hood in the mothafuckin' air, throw it up
+And if y'all smoke weed like we smoke weed
+Let me hear y'all scream, oh yeah
+
+All my niggas and my bitches
+Throw yo' hood in the mothafuckin' air, throw it up
+And if y'all get money like we get money
+Let me hear y'all scream, oh yeah
+
+All my niggas and my bitches
+Throw yo' hood in the mothafuckin' air, throw it up
+And if y'all smoke weed like we smoke weed
+Let me hear y'all scream, oh yeah
+**************************************************
+Haters Still Mad (Screwed)F/ Big T, Lil' Ron
+
+(talking)
+Uh, Lil' Flip, them hatas still mad
+Man look, Big T
+
+(Chorus: Big T)
+Why y'all haters still mad
+I said I don't know why baby
+Cause Screwed Up Click acting bad
+Cause Screwed Up Click acting bad
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+You might see me in the benzo, sitting on Lorenzos, blowing on some endo
+It's five o'clock so I'ma drop my top, and let down my window
+I'm candy paint with DVD's and Playstation 2
+I got a mic with a crown on top that say R.I.P. DJ Screw
+But I'ma hold it down like it's no cigo', make this Screw shit coast to coast
+I can't be stopped like a locomotive, M-P-C H-P eighty rolling
+My paper folding like laundromats, S-P-S black Cadillacs
+E-S-1's cause cataracts, Gucci suit with the hat to match
+Like Fat Pat I'm on chrome, my Prime Co. on roam
+Sold out shows at the Astro Dome, y'all ain't know my money long
+Y'all money gone cause we changed the game, and came with tighter flows
+I wear expensive clothes got plenty hoes, cause nigga that's all I know
+Like shopping sprees and credit cards, two ways and cellulars
+Smoking blunts and pulling broads, everyday I'm switching cars
+But I'm a superstar like Denzel, but I ain't gone win a Grammy
+I sold a hundred thousand now I see why niggas can't stand me
+
+(Chorus)
+Why y'all haters still mad
+I said I don't know why baby
+Cause Swisha House acting bad
+Why y'all hating the way y'all do
+Why y'all haters still mad
+I said I don't know why baby
+Cause Screwed Up Click acting bad
+Cause Screwed Up Click acting bad
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+All these cars I got to flip one, all these rims I got to whip one
+All this wood I got to grip some, Texas boys off the hook huh
+Chain and charm with two my chain, project corner with too much weight
+Sleep day time and work at night, making cash is my life
+Sipping Sprite and breaking mics, winning money shaking dice
+Hitting licks and shaking vikes, you want three chickens pay the price
+Bubble light on foreign wheels, iced out grill'll make me chill
+Peanut butter in my Seville, buy a pint and pop a sill
+
+(Lil' Ron)
+Buy a pint and I'll pop a sill, and my blaze chop like a south-mill
+Y'all hatas mad cause we in a Jag, and that Iceberg got us dressed to kill
+How you feel cause I'm fired up, pour me up another cup
+It's S.U.C. and Swisha House, and them big faces we fold up
+Lil' Ron make you hold up while I take a trip with Lil' Flip
+Blow'd get you wide up and it'll make your ass run off a cliff
+Kenoe got the track throwed, we making hatas hate us bad
+I'm a Rosewood thug that keeps my pants sagging
+
+(Chorus)
+Why y'all haters still mad
+I said I don't know why baby
+Cause Swisha House acting bad
+Why y'all hating the way y'all do
+Why y'all haters still mad
+I said I don't know why baby
+Cause Screwed Up Click acting bad
+Cause Screwed Up Click acting bad
+**************************************************
+Bounce (Chopped & Screwed)(Lil' Flip)
+Yea, this track right here making them bounce - y'know
+Jump in the old chevy and bounce
+Yea, uh, play ya skillz on the track
+
+(Chorus repeat 2 times: Lil' Flip)
+Now bounce for yo click nigga! (bounce)
+Bounce for yo hood and throw it up
+Throw it up, throw it up!!(where you from)
+
+Now bounce for yo town nigga! (bounce)
+It's goin down, throw it up
+Throw it up, throw it up!!(where you from)
+
+(Lil' Flip)
+Now where you from?
+Homey Im from the southside (southside)
+And when I pull up it the maybach and leave your mouthwide (mouthwide)
+You better get your mind correct like the color changing clique
+Before I correct your mind and fuck around and bang your chick (nigga)
+One time for all my ladies, 2 times for all my thugs
+If you wearin a fake jacob you know you a scrub
+You gotta step it up, I got a special cup
+I get my shine on
+But no these ain't no rimestones
+I got my clothing line
+I got my liquor coming
+And if you on a verse each part 1500
+Nigga you do the math
+I never use a cab
+I'm from the derrty, I rock custom jerseys
+
+(Chorus)
+(Lil' Flip)
+I pack a k nigga (k nigga)
+I blow that haze nigga (haze nigga)
+I'll be at frisco fuckin with them bay niggas
+Them niggas bump screw, and they will jump you
+They pick me up from the airport with them pumps foo
+And we ready nigga so bring it on ho
+I be at Harlem nights but don't step on my big toe
+One time for all my gangstas, 2 times for all my wankstas
+I made a lot of yall careers and and yall ain't tell me thank ya
+But Im a grown man, I hold my own man
+Not from ATL but I'm killin Mikes like Killer Mike
+Half the time I don't write
+I just grab an ounce
+Tell play to fresh record
+And watch these niggas bounce
+
+(Chorus)
+(Lil' Flip)
+I'm on luda shit, screwed up, track 8
+Plus I did rock n' roll with Fam Lay
+In VA, Norfolk to be exact
+I did a track with Swiss Beats, yea I got that crack
+My niggas got my back
+Yo niggas quick to run
+And leave you there lookin dumb (now that's gangsta)
+One time for all my pimps, 2 times for all my hoes
+I went from gold, white to plat
+Back to rosegold
+
+(Chorus)
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