Альбом Lil' Flip

f/ Ludacris, Tity Boi, Static

[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

[Chorus: 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 hoe hoe)
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

[Chorus: 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 niggaz 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!

[Chorus: 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

[Chorus]
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'

[Chorus]
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)niggaz 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
niggaz 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

[Chorus]
In this world I'm gon' pity
I was raised in the ghetto-out the city
(Naaaaah, mmmmmmm)

[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 aint 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 niggaz
Them niggaz 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 aint 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 niggaz 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 niggaz got my back
Yo niggaz 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

f/ 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'
Niggaz hateful low down dirty plus they conivin'
Me and my niggaz 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 niggaz chasing green
You better wake up cause ya'll niggaz chasing dreams

Bridge

[Intro]
Fury
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh

[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 gats (But you don't hear me)
I make 'em gloss 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]
(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)

[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 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 bizirk (But you don't hear
me)
I'm on the block fam, in the cream drop Lam
Mostly our 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

I thank god everyday
For paving the way
Cause he made me what I am 2day
A young entrepreneur with amazing talent
In order 2 b the best you must take the challenge
I'm trying 2 b number 1 cause number 2 don't matter
People trying 2 pull you down when you climb the ladder
Hate 2 c u 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 getting NBA money with no salary cap
Mama it feels good to put money in your mailbox
This for my niggas locked up in the cell blocks

[Chorus 2x]
Cause the sun don't shine
That's why I spit these rhymes
To ease my mind
For real I got to get away

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

[Chorus 2x]
Cause the sun don't shine
That's why I spit these rhymes
To ease my mind
For real I got to get away

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

[Chorus 3x]
Cause the sun don't shine
That's why I spit these rhymes
To ease my mind

f/ David Banner, Three Six Mafia

Yeah, 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, niggaz get drunk in the club
When I perform me a hoe, niggaz 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 that team
I'ma 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

[Chorus 1: Lil' Flip]
I'm reppin' H-Town until 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 don' 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

[Chorus 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'ma M-Town reppa, like no other
Mask on my face cause I ride undercover
I'ma mean-mugga, a nigga hoe 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'ma 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

[Chorus 3: DJ Paul]
We some M-Town niggaz and we gonna turn it out
Memphis, Tenn. in this muthafucka hoe, shut ya mouth

[Lil' Flip]
It was all a dream,
haha, haha
We finally made it,
From point A to point B,
And we came from

[Chorus x2 Lil' Flip (Will Lean)]
Rags 2 Riches (what?), Rags 2 Riches (what?)
Me and Will Lean came up from rags 2 riches
Rags 2 Riches (what?), Rags 2 Riches (what?)
(When Clover G's pull up we got the baddest bitches) yep

[Verse 1 Lil' Flip (Will Lean)]
I push drop top
(I push a Mazarratti)
I got 5 screens
(In my black Denali)
You know the ladies love us
(You know the niggas hate us)
We learned to make the money
(Don't let the money make us)
We can't fuck with you fakers
(We keep a gat for jackers)
Them shots will hit your ass
(Harder than a linebacker)
I got a chip on my sholder
(I got 3 clips in my holster)
Let's get it on nigga
(Before I split your dome nigga)
I'm nominated this year
(We need a Grammy nigga)
I'm at the Source Awards
(Down in Miami nigga)
I used to be broke
(Now we paid in full)
We back to back, back to back
(Like the Chicago Bulls)
We came a long way
(You shouldn't have made a left, When we made a right)
You went the wrong way
Now we comin' up
(Y'all niggas goin' broke)
We got our own weed
(Y'all still borrowin' smoke)

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 2]
(I fuck with bad hoes)
You already know
(I got 3 chicks in Pensacola)
And 2 in Mexico
(And we thuggin')
Rollin' on dubs
(I can't quit like Snoop)
We smokin' our bud
(Nigga you not hard)
You just a pop star
(You sweet in the middle)
You remind me of a Pop Tart
(You had a head start)
But you in last place
(Thats what you niggas get)
For movin' at a fast pace
(We number 1 for reela)
Just fire up the killa
(And if you want a show)
Just wire us the scrilla
(We came to bring the pain)
And y'all need bling to chain
(Would'a bought the watch)
We got special rocks
('Cause we got extra glocks)
With a few extra shots
(When I reflect the ??)
You get extra knocks
(We got Lexus drops)
Our paper never stops
(Colver G's on top)
And we extra hot

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[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
niggaz 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 niggaz
I make that shit you can ride-or-die to
holla at ya boy, Houston we have a problem

[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 niggaz 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

f/ 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)

f/ Jim Jones

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

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

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

[Chorus]

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

[Chorus]

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

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

[Chorus]

[Chorus]
We, We Aint Playin'
We, We Aint Playin'
We, We Aint Playin'
We, We Aint Playin'

[Lil Flip]
Im smokin' blunt wit my niggaz im pullin trigga's fo cash
Them orders comin' up short we put that heat on they ass
Cuz when that shot-gun blast they aint no stoppin' dem shells
U doin shows every day butchu aint clockin' no mil
I'm in da ATL fuckin' wit killa's n thugs
Jus book me fo' a show n' watch me fill up da club
I get nuthin but love i ride nuttin but dubs
You steady talkin' dat shit butchu wont box me wit gloves
Dont make me fuck up ya mug dont make me wire ya jaw
Im neva scared like Bone Crusher so go hire a law
So he can watch yo back i hope you gotcho gat
You aint south scanning shit so how you gotcho plaque

[Chorus]
We, We Aint Playin'
We, We Aint Playin'
We, We Aint Playin'
We, We Aint Playin'

[Pastor Troy]
Im bout to bust me a head im bout to hurt me a ho'
Im in da club on dis henn nigga n im puffin on dro
You already know dis is P.T.
N there aint nann nigga in hear gon' fuck wit me
I roll wi lil flip lettin' dem hollows rip
Right at yo chest plate i cant fuckin wait
Until a nigga cross my path you do the math
I got thirty in my clip tell dem niggaz lil flip

[Chorus]
We, We Aint Playin'
We, We Aint Playin'
We, We Aint Playin'
We, We Aint Playin'

[Baby D]
You over there playin witcha self I bring mo' drama than a shakespear play when
i pull that K
Up off tha shelf
Shot tha deputy and the sheriff
I got my crew need no one else
Lose me crew smoke by myself, drink by meself Sit in tha crib n plot by myself
Back to tha block servin' rocks by myself
Back to tha block nigga check yo self
Dis on me dont play yo self
You can free style ima pay myself
Money over bitches never change myself
You love ho's I love myself Wake up in tha mornin n hug myself
When i hang wit flip we leanin left Wit a flock of ho's like G's n Pimp's

[Killer Mike]
When i step in tha club errybody gettin up cuz they kno im fittin ta make em
jump
From the north to tha south to tha east to that west represent yo city n get it
crunk
Oh ho tha way u bouncin it on tha floor lemme ask ya lil shawty whutchu really
really wanna do
I kno you got 50 niggaz n i got 50 niggaz well me n flip make it 52
Stay ready to act a fool
Thowin bags up on tha stage
Give me 3 steps back ya nigga or get hazed delay in my state comin back up to
Minnesota
It's goin down in dis bitch tonite u kno
Pickin up ho's givin em hell talk to em bout u ripped da scale
Keepin em bouncin out tha hood keep tha hatas shook we aint playin my nigga
we'll fuck u up

[Chorus]
We, We Aint Playin'
We, We Aint Playin'
We, We Aint Playin'
We, We Aint Playin'

[BKGO]
Yea this is anotha BKGO Production
DJ Mike Tate, Freddy D, MC Assault n BKGO
We Doin' this shit wit Lil' Flip, Baby D, Killa Mike, Pastor Troy
You know it's goin' down.....YEAH

[Chorus]
We, We Aint Playin'
We, We Aint Playin'
We, We Aint Playin'

(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)

Wo0o wo0o this wat i want you to do.
Go to the bar and buy the most expensive drink and pour
It on the nigga you dont like
We came to get it crunk
We came to get drunk
We came to chyll in vip and smoke a couple of blunts
And pull a couple of dimes
And spit a couple of rymes
Ya nigga im fly i got a couple of nines
Im ahead of my time
Imma stay on my grind
Cause most niggas be letting people play with their minds
But not me cause homie dont play that
You see me witha strap cause homie goin spray that
Shyt where your face at
Talking i take that
Talking out the side of your neck dont make me brake that
Slap you slap him
Clap you clap him
Cause i aint got time for all that rastlin
Im just a cool dude
When im in a good mood
But when im pissed off
My attitude is fudked up
Im like a tatoo i never go away
Thats why i ride with a tech and a throw away
[chorus]
Imma playa
Yess imma pimp
Go ahead throw your hood in da air
If yall get money liek we get money
Then let me hear yall scream o0o0o yaaaa

Imma playa
Yess imma pimp
Go ahead throw your hood in da air
If yall ride dubs liek we ride dubs
Then let me hear yall scream o0o0o yaaaa

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

[chorus 2x]
Imma playa
Yess imma pimp
Go ahead throw your hood in da air
If yall get money liek we get money
Then let me hear yall scream o0o0o yaaaa

Imma playa
Yess imma pimp
Go ahead throw your hood in da air
If yall ride dubs liek we ride dubs

[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'ma 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 niggaz 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]

(feat. Grafh, Gravy, Will-Lean)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now where I'm from niggaz sell crack all day
and where I'm from niggaz be buckin they mac all day
and where I'm from niggaz'll hustle and pack all day

f/ Skillz1

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 niggaz 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]

[Chorus: 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"

[Chorus]

[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

[Chorus]

[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

(feat. David Banner)

[Chorus: Lil' Flip + DB]
Ain't no nigga like a H-town nigga
Cause the rest of ya'll niggaz ain't shit (ain't shit)
Ain't no nigga like a Mississippi nigga
Cause the rest of ya'll niggaz eat-a-dick (eat-a-dick!)
Them niggaz talkin shit (mayne fuck that bitch!)
Them niggaz talkin shit (mayne fuck that bitch!)
Them niggaz talkin shit (mayne fuck that bitch!)
Them niggaz 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 niggaz 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 niggaz say about the south
Now they want a beat, now they want a verse
Now it's gonna hurt but you niggaz 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 niggaz who couldn't bring my cash
It's left, to the right, to the left, to the right
When a motherfucker whippin yo ass