Lil' Flip - U Gotta Feel Me [Clean Version] (2004) by Lil' Flip (보컬) on maniadb.com

(feat. Ludacris, Static & Tity Boi)

(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
I, 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)

Something is holdin me back {*repeat til the end*}

(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 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 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 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

(Chorus)

(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'
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

Hook

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

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

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

(Chorus repeat 2 times)

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

(Chorus repeat 3 times)

(feat. Three 6 Mafia & David Banner)

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
(repeat 4x)

(feat. Will-Lean)

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

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

(Verse 1)

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

(Chorus)

(Verse 2)

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

(Chorus)

Oh, 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.

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Let's go down.
Wash that sugar down.
You gotta realize that there aint 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 aint 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.

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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.


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Let's go down. Wash that sugar down.
Ain't No Party
Because there aint 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 aint 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.

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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. ...

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Because there aint no party like the party going on in my house.
Better believe that its gonna be the biggest night of the year.
Because there aint 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

(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 at bayla
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: Repeat 2x)

(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: Repeat 2x)

(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
I'm like fuck it shit I ain't settlin I'll fuck wit Play-N-Skillz haha bitch bitch

(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)

(feat. Diplomats)

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

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

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

(Chorus)

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

(Chorus)

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

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

(Chorus)

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

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

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

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

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

(Chorus)

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

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

(Chorus) - repeat to end

(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)

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

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

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

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

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

(Chorus 2x)

Yeah, play and skillz, just let it bang
Na'm sayin' ha ha, feelin' it
Yeah I'm feelin' this one
We talkin' bout music
Pay attention, listen up 'cuz I

I rock and 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 concert's like drugz, 'cuz fans got to go

I rock and roll, this is how a glock explode
My music is like crack, 'cuz I rock the shows
You got to know that an't nobody stop my flow
My concert's like drugz, 'cuz fans got to go

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 too 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 can 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

I rock and 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 concert's like drugz, 'cuz fans got to go

I rock and 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 concert's like drugz, 'cuz fans got to go

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 a lot, 'cuz I really work a lot
And since Will Lean my nigga, I gotta help him out
So I'ma put him out man, 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

I rock and 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 concert's like drugz, 'cuz fans got to go

I rock and 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 concert's like drugz, 'cuz fans got to go

Ha ha, ya we flippin' these tracks like crack
Y'all niggaz tryin' to double y'all money
Nigga I'm tryin' to triple my stacks
Ya play 'n skillz on the track, yea Lil' Flip'll spit it fast
Ha ha ha ya, let's go to the next track man
They ain't ready for this type of shit
We ahead of y'all niggaz man, you know what I mean
Shit, you could put this album out 10 years later
And it'll still sell more records than you now, ha ha bitch

(feat. Grafh, Gravy & Will-Lean)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(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 at bayla
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: Repeat 2x)

(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: Repeat 2x)

(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
I'm like fuck it shit I ain't settlin I'll fuck wit Play-N-Skillz haha bitch bitch

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

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

(hook)

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

(hook)

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

(hook)