Lil' Flip
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- Učlanjen(a)
- 06.07.2010
- Poruka
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"2 Real"
(feat. Chamillionaire)
"2 Real"
(feat. Chamillionaire)
(187, 187, 187)
(Who's next?)
[Intro: Chopped and Screwed Voice - talking behind Chorus - w/ ad libs]
Screwed Up Click
You know what this means, right?
Clover G! Let's go
Yeah, I'm too real to be an actor
Ya dig?
You know who you are
You be home, you behind the mic
Not me though
[Chorus:]
"Nigga's a threat, too real to be an actor" - [x8]
[Verse 1: Lil' Flip]
This ain't a movie, this more like a screenplay
Cause on the real I went to the block each day (for real)
The G way, so hit me on my three way
Look if you want to live, you better take it easy
You jump, fly with me, I clip your wings off
You violate me again, I infa beam y'all
This H-Town, the home of the trunk poppers
Oh and I'm on that kush nigga, I'm a funk doctor
I make hits in the streets and in the booth
So keep playin I'll put one on you (YOU)
I'm tatted up, cause I love takin pain
I give my artist's a cheat and tell 'em "keep the change"
I ain't petty player, I buy the whole thang
My work pure since you want to talk blow man
I got that shit that made Len Bias overdose
Yours truly, the King of the Third Coast
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Chamillionaire]
Yo, it's Koopa baby, uh
Jackers pay attention and don't get the script confused
Cause I promise Black & Decker ain't gon' miss you with the tools
Better duck before you lose, like McDuck or Mr. Scrooge
I ain't givin away a golden cent or nothin to you fools
Clownin on the camera, tryin to get you on the news
Sometimes the cloest ones, the ones who tryin to see you lose
They say that "Family Matters" tell Urkel that I'm the truth
Cause I'm a be a "Family Guy" 'til Stewie get it misconstrued
Scratchin off the serial, materials get thrown away
For jackers I got that cereal, I'm pourin out the Special K
Don't get blown away, plot and you will bowl away
From no one just with a Cheerio size hole to stay
Homie it ain't no debate, some Pirelli's known to hate
So I had to motivate a set of O's to hold my swangs
Tippin on my rollerblades, head to toe way on them thangs
Tickets just get thrown away like I was supposed to pay
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Lil' Flip]
Look, aye it's way too late to try to make peace
Just be glad they didn't find your ass on the streets
First they said H-Town wasn't gonna blow
But we proved 'em wrong, even Bun B went gold
I'm Michael Phelps, the way I swim up in your wife
Look I'm the reason her juice box ain't tight
(Who the King of Houston?), y'all better say me
Cause Def Jam Vendetta is the only way you'll play me
[Verse 4: Chamillionaire]
NBA Live 2006, only way that they'll play me
I was born to be a boss and you just a trainee
In money that we trust, so you can trust in me
Cause I am money, you should see how much I clutched this week
They say that money talks, so you can trust this speech
It's Barack O'Balla baby, let's do lunch, let's feast
Landlord of the H, let's discuss this lease
If you in Texas and you leanin, then adjust your seat, for Pimp C
[Chorus: w/ ad libs]
[Outro: Lil' Flip - talking]
Hey, we too real man
For real, yeah
Too real to be an actor, man
(187, 187, who's next?) 187, who's next?
Hahaha
Hey Cham man
It feel good to be amongst the platinum elite club baby
Hey let 'em know
The grind don't stop, Flipgates, Chamillionaire
It's Volume 4, right?
Hey Cham man, let these niggaz know man
I'm fuckin with these beats now
682-561-8900
(feat. Chamillionaire)
"2 Real"
(feat. Chamillionaire)
(187, 187, 187)
(Who's next?)
[Intro: Chopped and Screwed Voice - talking behind Chorus - w/ ad libs]
Screwed Up Click
You know what this means, right?
Clover G! Let's go
Yeah, I'm too real to be an actor
Ya dig?
You know who you are
You be home, you behind the mic
Not me though
[Chorus:]
"Nigga's a threat, too real to be an actor" - [x8]
[Verse 1: Lil' Flip]
This ain't a movie, this more like a screenplay
Cause on the real I went to the block each day (for real)
The G way, so hit me on my three way
Look if you want to live, you better take it easy
You jump, fly with me, I clip your wings off
You violate me again, I infa beam y'all
This H-Town, the home of the trunk poppers
Oh and I'm on that kush nigga, I'm a funk doctor
I make hits in the streets and in the booth
So keep playin I'll put one on you (YOU)
I'm tatted up, cause I love takin pain
I give my artist's a cheat and tell 'em "keep the change"
I ain't petty player, I buy the whole thang
My work pure since you want to talk blow man
I got that shit that made Len Bias overdose
Yours truly, the King of the Third Coast
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Chamillionaire]
Yo, it's Koopa baby, uh
Jackers pay attention and don't get the script confused
Cause I promise Black & Decker ain't gon' miss you with the tools
Better duck before you lose, like McDuck or Mr. Scrooge
I ain't givin away a golden cent or nothin to you fools
Clownin on the camera, tryin to get you on the news
Sometimes the cloest ones, the ones who tryin to see you lose
They say that "Family Matters" tell Urkel that I'm the truth
Cause I'm a be a "Family Guy" 'til Stewie get it misconstrued
Scratchin off the serial, materials get thrown away
For jackers I got that cereal, I'm pourin out the Special K
Don't get blown away, plot and you will bowl away
From no one just with a Cheerio size hole to stay
Homie it ain't no debate, some Pirelli's known to hate
So I had to motivate a set of O's to hold my swangs
Tippin on my rollerblades, head to toe way on them thangs
Tickets just get thrown away like I was supposed to pay
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Lil' Flip]
Look, aye it's way too late to try to make peace
Just be glad they didn't find your ass on the streets
First they said H-Town wasn't gonna blow
But we proved 'em wrong, even Bun B went gold
I'm Michael Phelps, the way I swim up in your wife
Look I'm the reason her juice box ain't tight
(Who the King of Houston?), y'all better say me
Cause Def Jam Vendetta is the only way you'll play me
[Verse 4: Chamillionaire]
NBA Live 2006, only way that they'll play me
I was born to be a boss and you just a trainee
In money that we trust, so you can trust in me
Cause I am money, you should see how much I clutched this week
They say that money talks, so you can trust this speech
It's Barack O'Balla baby, let's do lunch, let's feast
Landlord of the H, let's discuss this lease
If you in Texas and you leanin, then adjust your seat, for Pimp C
[Chorus: w/ ad libs]
[Outro: Lil' Flip - talking]
Hey, we too real man
For real, yeah
Too real to be an actor, man
(187, 187, who's next?) 187, who's next?
Hahaha
Hey Cham man
It feel good to be amongst the platinum elite club baby
Hey let 'em know
The grind don't stop, Flipgates, Chamillionaire
It's Volume 4, right?
Hey Cham man, let these niggaz know man
I'm fuckin with these beats now
682-561-8900
MODERATOR
- Učlanjen(a)
- 06.07.2010
- Poruka
- 30.267
"3,2,1 Go!"
(feat. Three 6 Mafia)
"3,2,1 Go!"
(feat. Three 6 Mafia)
[Intro - Juicy J (Lil' Flip)]
DJ Paul, Juicy J Productions
Hypnotize Minds
SHUDAFUCKUUUP!
(Let's do it, nigga)
(Pay attention)
Bring it back
Bring it back
Bring it back
Bring it back
Bring it back
Bring it back
Bring it back
Bring it back
[Pre-Verse - Lil' Flip (Three 6 Mafia)]
Now if I front you a O (Bring it back)
And once you make all ya doe (Bring it back)
And if you steal from me nigga (Bring it back)
Cause my homies kill for me nigga (Bring it back)
We'll cut off ya head (And bring it back)
Duct-tape it to ya leg (And bring it back)
And yo partnas can get it too (Bring him back)
Now they pumpin on his chest, cause they tryin'a (Bring him back)
I told y'all niggas, you supposed to (Bring it back)
But that's what you get when you talk behind my back
So tell my foes they can get it anytime
Cause when I'm on that shit, yeah I got it on my mind for real
Here we go
[Hook - Lil' Flip]
Three, two, one, go!
I'ma let'chu know, these rap niggas hoes
Look you don't wanna fake
Cause I'll break yo shiiit
And you don't want drama with the Clover G clique, yeah!
Three, two, one, go!
I'ma let'chu know, these rap niggas hoes
Look you don't wanna fake
Cause I'll break yo shiiit
And you don't want drama with the Three-6 clique, bitch!
[Verse 1 - DJ Paul]
See nigga, this dope is cut-less
Flippin iron n' weight out my black Cutlass (Cutlass)
Shiny paint, with the quarter-top rag (Rag)
Got it for cheap, but we can't brag (Can't brag)
Haters playin, but they better have a plan-B
I got a Glock everytime that they see me
And I'ma bust til' my clips out of business
And that won't be til' I down all that witnessed
See I'ma do you bitches clean, by the book
With no murder weapons or talkers, then I'm good
See I ain't no trouble maker, just love to smoke wood
But'chu Three-6 wanna-be's got me mis-understood, bitch!
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Juicy J (Left! - repeats on beat throughout verse)]
Yes sir
When you make a little cheese, then these niggas start to hate
For just rappin, or a jackin, or a dealer pushin weight
Don't get mad at the Juice, cause I hustle til' it's late
And you somewhere passed out, wit'cha face off in a plate
Heard you never get no pussy, so you hold 'em down and rape
Ridin 'round in rental-cars, like you head of the state
Tryin'a cut niggas deals, in the trunk he got the ba-kin soda
Thought I told ya, he'll get'cha cause he fake
Since I rap, don't be thinkin I can't leave yo body stinkin
Yes, we do a lot of drugs and a whole lot of drinkin
In this business, yeah it's gangsta
But this hatin, I'm gon' finish
Hit'chu in yo fuckin mouth, send you back to the dentist (Nigga!)
[Hook]
(feat. Three 6 Mafia)
"3,2,1 Go!"
(feat. Three 6 Mafia)
[Intro - Juicy J (Lil' Flip)]
DJ Paul, Juicy J Productions
Hypnotize Minds
SHUDAFUCKUUUP!
(Let's do it, nigga)
(Pay attention)
Bring it back
Bring it back
Bring it back
Bring it back
Bring it back
Bring it back
Bring it back
Bring it back
[Pre-Verse - Lil' Flip (Three 6 Mafia)]
Now if I front you a O (Bring it back)
And once you make all ya doe (Bring it back)
And if you steal from me nigga (Bring it back)
Cause my homies kill for me nigga (Bring it back)
We'll cut off ya head (And bring it back)
Duct-tape it to ya leg (And bring it back)
And yo partnas can get it too (Bring him back)
Now they pumpin on his chest, cause they tryin'a (Bring him back)
I told y'all niggas, you supposed to (Bring it back)
But that's what you get when you talk behind my back
So tell my foes they can get it anytime
Cause when I'm on that shit, yeah I got it on my mind for real
Here we go
[Hook - Lil' Flip]
Three, two, one, go!
I'ma let'chu know, these rap niggas hoes
Look you don't wanna fake
Cause I'll break yo shiiit
And you don't want drama with the Clover G clique, yeah!
Three, two, one, go!
I'ma let'chu know, these rap niggas hoes
Look you don't wanna fake
Cause I'll break yo shiiit
And you don't want drama with the Three-6 clique, bitch!
[Verse 1 - DJ Paul]
See nigga, this dope is cut-less
Flippin iron n' weight out my black Cutlass (Cutlass)
Shiny paint, with the quarter-top rag (Rag)
Got it for cheap, but we can't brag (Can't brag)
Haters playin, but they better have a plan-B
I got a Glock everytime that they see me
And I'ma bust til' my clips out of business
And that won't be til' I down all that witnessed
See I'ma do you bitches clean, by the book
With no murder weapons or talkers, then I'm good
See I ain't no trouble maker, just love to smoke wood
But'chu Three-6 wanna-be's got me mis-understood, bitch!
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Juicy J (Left! - repeats on beat throughout verse)]
Yes sir
When you make a little cheese, then these niggas start to hate
For just rappin, or a jackin, or a dealer pushin weight
Don't get mad at the Juice, cause I hustle til' it's late
And you somewhere passed out, wit'cha face off in a plate
Heard you never get no pussy, so you hold 'em down and rape
Ridin 'round in rental-cars, like you head of the state
Tryin'a cut niggas deals, in the trunk he got the ba-kin soda
Thought I told ya, he'll get'cha cause he fake
Since I rap, don't be thinkin I can't leave yo body stinkin
Yes, we do a lot of drugs and a whole lot of drinkin
In this business, yeah it's gangsta
But this hatin, I'm gon' finish
Hit'chu in yo fuckin mouth, send you back to the dentist (Nigga!)
[Hook]
MODERATOR
- Učlanjen(a)
- 06.07.2010
- Poruka
- 30.267
"7-1-3"
"7-1-3"
[Lil'Flip]
Lil' Flip
Represent
7-1-3
Now when you see me in the Lamborghini speeding, bumpin Screw
I know you see my license plate, "Lil' Flip #2"
I use to skip summer school, hit the block and move work
That was enough to buy some shoes, pants, and a new shirt
Now I'm shinin like Puff, wearin diamonds like Puff
We got everybody else music sounding like US
But hold up! You better get your own style
Cause we been bumpin Screw down here for a while!
And when you see me at the mall, Just me and my dawg
I'm shoppin with them, Cause I ain't trickin for a broad
I do shows and rock crowds, And then I get paid
Summer time, I'm on dubs, Winter time, I'm on blades
My whole click livin laid, man we all got Vets
My crib so big, I ain't even see my room yet
But hold up! You better get your own style
Cause we been buyin six-figure homes for a while!
Now when you see me in the Vibe, Murder Dog and The Source
And the XXL, standing next to a Porsche
I get paid with my voice, so I pimp these beats
I hate commercial rap, so I pimp these streets
You don't work you don't eat, that's a known fact
I just don't rap, nigga I know how to act
But hold up! You better get your own style
Cause we been fuckin with magazines for a while!
[Chorus x1]
Because we represent the 7-1-3!
The type of Rappers y'all never goin be!
We makin money y'all never goin see!
Because we represent the 7-1-3!
Houston, Texas nigga!
Now when you see me with Tigga, On BET
Or 106 and Park, with AJ and Free
Or MTV, come take a look at my house
And after that, come take a look at my mouth
Yea I represent the South, like Pastor Troy
And I'm still Fresh and Clean, like Andre and Big Boi
But hold up! You better get your own style
Cause we been talkin shit on TV for a while!
Now when you see me with a sweet, blowing smoke out my nose
9 times outta 10, I'm probably blowin Hydro
So don't blow my high, just leave me alone!
Cause I get high like Cheech and Chong
Call me 'Afroman' when my hair ain't braided
I got 20 tatoo's but I'm still educated
But hold up! You better get your own style
Cause we been smokin high-time weed for a while!
And when you see my at the club, I gotta get my floss on
Techno, my ring shinnin, and I got my cross on
I gotta brand new phone, Cause I'ma rich nigga
And when people call, you can see they picture
I'm still Lil'Flipper, but my money got taller
And my Benz got wider, and your hundred got smaller
But hold up! You better get your own style
Cause we been acting bad, drivin cars for a while!
When you see me Big Pimpin, like UGK
I'm choppin on blades, candy-paint, Jog Grey
I'm sittin on Twenty's, but I'm twenty-one
I'm ridin with an AK, you still got a B-B Gun
So you need to Back, Back, and gimme 50 feet
Cause you ain't sellin records like Sucka-Free
But hold up! You better get your own style
Cause we been ridin around with straps for a while!
[Chorus x2]
Because we represent the 7-1-3!
The type of Rappers y'all never goin be!
We makin money y'all never goin see!
Because we represent the 7-1-3!
Houston, Texas nigga!
"7-1-3"
[Lil'Flip]
Lil' Flip
Represent
7-1-3
Now when you see me in the Lamborghini speeding, bumpin Screw
I know you see my license plate, "Lil' Flip #2"
I use to skip summer school, hit the block and move work
That was enough to buy some shoes, pants, and a new shirt
Now I'm shinin like Puff, wearin diamonds like Puff
We got everybody else music sounding like US
But hold up! You better get your own style
Cause we been bumpin Screw down here for a while!
And when you see me at the mall, Just me and my dawg
I'm shoppin with them, Cause I ain't trickin for a broad
I do shows and rock crowds, And then I get paid
Summer time, I'm on dubs, Winter time, I'm on blades
My whole click livin laid, man we all got Vets
My crib so big, I ain't even see my room yet
But hold up! You better get your own style
Cause we been buyin six-figure homes for a while!
Now when you see me in the Vibe, Murder Dog and The Source
And the XXL, standing next to a Porsche
I get paid with my voice, so I pimp these beats
I hate commercial rap, so I pimp these streets
You don't work you don't eat, that's a known fact
I just don't rap, nigga I know how to act
But hold up! You better get your own style
Cause we been fuckin with magazines for a while!
[Chorus x1]
Because we represent the 7-1-3!
The type of Rappers y'all never goin be!
We makin money y'all never goin see!
Because we represent the 7-1-3!
Houston, Texas nigga!
Now when you see me with Tigga, On BET
Or 106 and Park, with AJ and Free
Or MTV, come take a look at my house
And after that, come take a look at my mouth
Yea I represent the South, like Pastor Troy
And I'm still Fresh and Clean, like Andre and Big Boi
But hold up! You better get your own style
Cause we been talkin shit on TV for a while!
Now when you see me with a sweet, blowing smoke out my nose
9 times outta 10, I'm probably blowin Hydro
So don't blow my high, just leave me alone!
Cause I get high like Cheech and Chong
Call me 'Afroman' when my hair ain't braided
I got 20 tatoo's but I'm still educated
But hold up! You better get your own style
Cause we been smokin high-time weed for a while!
And when you see my at the club, I gotta get my floss on
Techno, my ring shinnin, and I got my cross on
I gotta brand new phone, Cause I'ma rich nigga
And when people call, you can see they picture
I'm still Lil'Flipper, but my money got taller
And my Benz got wider, and your hundred got smaller
But hold up! You better get your own style
Cause we been acting bad, drivin cars for a while!
When you see me Big Pimpin, like UGK
I'm choppin on blades, candy-paint, Jog Grey
I'm sittin on Twenty's, but I'm twenty-one
I'm ridin with an AK, you still got a B-B Gun
So you need to Back, Back, and gimme 50 feet
Cause you ain't sellin records like Sucka-Free
But hold up! You better get your own style
Cause we been ridin around with straps for a while!
[Chorus x2]
Because we represent the 7-1-3!
The type of Rappers y'all never goin be!
We makin money y'all never goin see!
Because we represent the 7-1-3!
Houston, Texas nigga!
MODERATOR
- Učlanjen(a)
- 06.07.2010
- Poruka
- 30.267
"7-1-3 (Remix)"
"7-1-3 (Remix)"
[Intro]
Junior talk that ole hustling talk
I was gon tell his daddy, but I found
Out his daddy was a damn hustla
Lil' Flip, representing 7-1-3 nigga yeah...
[Lil' Flip]
You know I'm back on the scene, with a pocket full of green
It's Lil' Flip, I'm the Freestyle King
So extra extra, read all about it
Guess who went platinum when, everybody doubt it
Me, and ain't shit for free
I'm on your track, cause I'm a hard emcee
Don't hate on me, cause you a scrub
Summertime, I'm riding Dubz
Feeling good, representing where I stay
I got a H, and I got a AK
So don't play, cause I got gats
Summertime I'm on Dubz, nigga how you love that
I got the plack for the King, I got the
Platinum plack nigga, size me up for the ring
Cause I'm a champion, you a loser
You fuck around with me, and I'll bruise you
Real break your neck, nigga now you eating
Out a straw, playing with a man you a boy
My paper grown, how you fold that
How the fuck you hating, and you ain't gold yet
How you hating, when you ain't even went platinum
Nigga what the fuck is going on, why you capping
You acting like you a star, but ain't nobody buying your shit
You dummy, you the dumbest in the click
Cause, you wanna act like you hard and shit
But real niggas like me know, that you fraud and shit
Cause you a faker, you ain't no motherfucking gangsta
Like 50 Cent say, you just a wanksta
How you claim to be a hustla, when you flat broke
My nigga I'm stepping out, in a mink coat
I got blue, black, red (red)
I got a lot of girls, some of em give me head
Some of em give me bread, when my money get low
I use to fuck, one three days in a row
But she wouldn't let me drive her car
So I found me a bitch, with a Jaguar
Now I got, two herbs in mind
So don't try and jack, cause I'll burst a nine
That's one shot, two shot, three shot, fo'
And if you don't die, I'ma shoot five mo'
Yeah nigga, I'm on my grind
I'm just like Nas, I'm a mastermind
You got a plan, before you try to do something
Get a rubber, before you try to screw something
[talking]
Yeah ha-ha, it's your boy Lil' Flip man
I represent the 7-1-3, nigga
Shouts out to all my niggas in H-Town
Big H.A.W.K., Chris Ward, (Pokey), Z-Ro
3-2, (Big Moe), all my niggas in H-Town
(Lil Troy), Wise Guys, (T-2), can't forget
Who else I'm leaving out in this motherfucker
Shouts out to the motherfucking Walston, you know
All the Houston niggas getting they money
C-Note, Willean, that's how we doing it
Who else we forget, can't forget
J-Mack and Mad Hatter, 97.9-97.1 House Party
All that shit, we repping this motherfucking 7-1-3
Nigga, holla back, ha-ha, iight
Oh can't forget my nigga Swamp, my bad dog
We can't forget Ron Wilson
He got the Lamborghini, you see it
"7-1-3 (Remix)"
[Intro]
Junior talk that ole hustling talk
I was gon tell his daddy, but I found
Out his daddy was a damn hustla
Lil' Flip, representing 7-1-3 nigga yeah...
[Lil' Flip]
You know I'm back on the scene, with a pocket full of green
It's Lil' Flip, I'm the Freestyle King
So extra extra, read all about it
Guess who went platinum when, everybody doubt it
Me, and ain't shit for free
I'm on your track, cause I'm a hard emcee
Don't hate on me, cause you a scrub
Summertime, I'm riding Dubz
Feeling good, representing where I stay
I got a H, and I got a AK
So don't play, cause I got gats
Summertime I'm on Dubz, nigga how you love that
I got the plack for the King, I got the
Platinum plack nigga, size me up for the ring
Cause I'm a champion, you a loser
You fuck around with me, and I'll bruise you
Real break your neck, nigga now you eating
Out a straw, playing with a man you a boy
My paper grown, how you fold that
How the fuck you hating, and you ain't gold yet
How you hating, when you ain't even went platinum
Nigga what the fuck is going on, why you capping
You acting like you a star, but ain't nobody buying your shit
You dummy, you the dumbest in the click
Cause, you wanna act like you hard and shit
But real niggas like me know, that you fraud and shit
Cause you a faker, you ain't no motherfucking gangsta
Like 50 Cent say, you just a wanksta
How you claim to be a hustla, when you flat broke
My nigga I'm stepping out, in a mink coat
I got blue, black, red (red)
I got a lot of girls, some of em give me head
Some of em give me bread, when my money get low
I use to fuck, one three days in a row
But she wouldn't let me drive her car
So I found me a bitch, with a Jaguar
Now I got, two herbs in mind
So don't try and jack, cause I'll burst a nine
That's one shot, two shot, three shot, fo'
And if you don't die, I'ma shoot five mo'
Yeah nigga, I'm on my grind
I'm just like Nas, I'm a mastermind
You got a plan, before you try to do something
Get a rubber, before you try to screw something
[talking]
Yeah ha-ha, it's your boy Lil' Flip man
I represent the 7-1-3, nigga
Shouts out to all my niggas in H-Town
Big H.A.W.K., Chris Ward, (Pokey), Z-Ro
3-2, (Big Moe), all my niggas in H-Town
(Lil Troy), Wise Guys, (T-2), can't forget
Who else I'm leaving out in this motherfucker
Shouts out to the motherfucking Walston, you know
All the Houston niggas getting they money
C-Note, Willean, that's how we doing it
Who else we forget, can't forget
J-Mack and Mad Hatter, 97.9-97.1 House Party
All that shit, we repping this motherfucking 7-1-3
Nigga, holla back, ha-ha, iight
Oh can't forget my nigga Swamp, my bad dog
We can't forget Ron Wilson
He got the Lamborghini, you see it
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"8 Rulez"
"8 Rulez"
[Chorus]
1 - Never let a nigga know yo business
2 - Always start what you finish
3 - Stay on yo note don't slip
4 - Be careful cause these streets are a trip
5 - Always keep a glock in yo whip
6 - Real niggaz stick to the script
7 - Don't slang crack where you stay
8 - Just don't do it okay
[Lil' Flip]
In my hood all you see is dope fiends and dope dealers
Rats and roaches police and 4 wheelers
Metro's gun shoots piccalo
30-year-old men chillin drinkin bigalow
Stop signs but don't nobody ever stop
Theres ten groups in my hood but don't nobody drop
Plus the block is hot, and this dope game cold
Throught rain sleet or snow birds gotta get sold
[Somebody]
Birds get sold, I stand and watch the game unfold
My thing gets low, I teach the grain get gain and blowed
Leave the scene wit no clue
Fo' girls you gotta remember, don't break the rulez
Use ya tool
(Its kinda like you snooze you loose)
If you don't fuck wit me I aint fuckin wit you
[Lil' Flip]
Check the game 'til you see my weapons aim
Nigga I aint a rookie I'm a veteran mayne
[Chorus]
[Lil' Flip]
Hustle for yo whip, stack fo yo mill'
Buy a cookie cutter whip it ship it, then I'm in the wind
Back to home base, I'm on a paper chase
I'm not a case catcher so I can't catch a case
Money on my mind, and how am I gonna get it
I dress like I'm broke but I'm really running the city
Bricks turn into crumbs, gallons turn into one
Drugs, violence distributing using guns
Money, cash, hoes, swangin gas full
If you don't pay the bills man thats all I know
Hustlers never sleep and sleepers never hustle
I'm on the interstate with a brick in my muffler
Keep it on a low cause niggas be snitchin
They'll do anything so they won't see prison
Man you never know yo cousin can be a snitch
And a month later now you got undercovers taking yo piss
I'm off the block, somebody better call the cops
I'm holdin rocks, somebody better call the doc
Shippin and handlin, when I'm not feedin the family
The family don't feed me I feed the family
[Chorus]
"8 Rulez"
[Chorus]
1 - Never let a nigga know yo business
2 - Always start what you finish
3 - Stay on yo note don't slip
4 - Be careful cause these streets are a trip
5 - Always keep a glock in yo whip
6 - Real niggaz stick to the script
7 - Don't slang crack where you stay
8 - Just don't do it okay
[Lil' Flip]
In my hood all you see is dope fiends and dope dealers
Rats and roaches police and 4 wheelers
Metro's gun shoots piccalo
30-year-old men chillin drinkin bigalow
Stop signs but don't nobody ever stop
Theres ten groups in my hood but don't nobody drop
Plus the block is hot, and this dope game cold
Throught rain sleet or snow birds gotta get sold
[Somebody]
Birds get sold, I stand and watch the game unfold
My thing gets low, I teach the grain get gain and blowed
Leave the scene wit no clue
Fo' girls you gotta remember, don't break the rulez
Use ya tool
(Its kinda like you snooze you loose)
If you don't fuck wit me I aint fuckin wit you
[Lil' Flip]
Check the game 'til you see my weapons aim
Nigga I aint a rookie I'm a veteran mayne
[Chorus]
[Lil' Flip]
Hustle for yo whip, stack fo yo mill'
Buy a cookie cutter whip it ship it, then I'm in the wind
Back to home base, I'm on a paper chase
I'm not a case catcher so I can't catch a case
Money on my mind, and how am I gonna get it
I dress like I'm broke but I'm really running the city
Bricks turn into crumbs, gallons turn into one
Drugs, violence distributing using guns
Money, cash, hoes, swangin gas full
If you don't pay the bills man thats all I know
Hustlers never sleep and sleepers never hustle
I'm on the interstate with a brick in my muffler
Keep it on a low cause niggas be snitchin
They'll do anything so they won't see prison
Man you never know yo cousin can be a snitch
And a month later now you got undercovers taking yo piss
I'm off the block, somebody better call the cops
I'm holdin rocks, somebody better call the doc
Shippin and handlin, when I'm not feedin the family
The family don't feed me I feed the family
[Chorus]
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"Addicted (Mary Jane)"
"Addicted (Mary Jane)"
[Talking]
Yeah, I wrote this song for Mary Jane
It's only one bitch I trick my dough fo'
haha, a lotta y'all niggas spendin y'all money foolishly man
Invest in that Purple Haze, that Train Wreck
That Capiss, knawI'msayin
It'll have you right,oh boy
[Chorus - 2x]
I be smokin on that Mary Jane
Do you be smokin on that Mary Jane? (I wanna know)
See I'm addicted to that Mary Jane
Are you addicted to that Mary Jane? (I need mo')
[Verse 1]
Ay, the first time you let me hit I really wasn't with it
Now look, I need yo' ass every minute
I wake up early, fiendin for a big blunt
Plus tonight, I got a show in Romant
I know you heard about the Dirty, we so crunk
Gimme a swisher fill it up, with Super Skunk
That Hash Flynt got me swervin when I drive
Even when my money low I find a way to get high
If you a bud smoker, come blaze with me
Have a cup of lean, now you feelin dizzy
You know I gets busy, chiefin back-to-back
About to cough up a lung nigga hit that
[Chorus - 2x]
[Verse 2]
Ay, go get a highlife, this weed messin up my eyesight
At night time I can't drive right
You wanna feel what my vibe like
Then put 28 grams, in my pipe, I bet it get you right
And fuck what you heard, weed is the best thrill
So lil' mama you can keep them (X pills)
Cali got the best kill
But Amsterdam got everything all year, huh
And you can smoke on the streets, watch my DVD
I'm in love with W, E-E-D
Please pass the blunt, don't hold the blunt
Cause if the laws come, you gon be the first to run, bitch
[Chorus - 2x]
[Verse 3]
Ay, ay, this last verse gon be short as fuck (why?)
Cause Verse 1 I had a ounce (but I smoked it up)
Got game from the OG's (and I soaked it up)
In three years, three albums (I'm platinum plus)
Now I'm coppin Blueberry like it ain't no thang
(But not on Tuesdays and Thursdays) cause the people swang
(And why you chokin my nigga?) you can't handle it
(Well take this, gimme that) smoke a cancer stick, trick
[Chorus - 2x]
[Talking]
Yeah, if you in yo' whip rollin, even if you ain't a baller
Even if you gotta roll up one of them small ass little-bitty cigarillos
Do what you do man
Over here we ball outta control man, fo' real man
We take two blunts and put them sideways to make them fat
Then we take another one and put it the other way to make it long nigga
You ever put a whole ounce in a bone nigga?
Have you ever been to Amsterdam nigga?
You ever smoke Purple Kush, Purple Haze, OG Kush
Master Kush, Train Wreck, Maui Waui, all that shit man?
Ah man, we do it big man
White Widow, Triple X, Sweettooth
Sometimes niggas be havin sweetooths man
Haha, youknowI'msayin
We ball outta control baby
And don't hate on me man, cause I smell like that doja
And you smokin on that Bobby Brown
Uh, yeah
"Addicted (Mary Jane)"
[Talking]
Yeah, I wrote this song for Mary Jane
It's only one bitch I trick my dough fo'
haha, a lotta y'all niggas spendin y'all money foolishly man
Invest in that Purple Haze, that Train Wreck
That Capiss, knawI'msayin
It'll have you right,oh boy
[Chorus - 2x]
I be smokin on that Mary Jane
Do you be smokin on that Mary Jane? (I wanna know)
See I'm addicted to that Mary Jane
Are you addicted to that Mary Jane? (I need mo')
[Verse 1]
Ay, the first time you let me hit I really wasn't with it
Now look, I need yo' ass every minute
I wake up early, fiendin for a big blunt
Plus tonight, I got a show in Romant
I know you heard about the Dirty, we so crunk
Gimme a swisher fill it up, with Super Skunk
That Hash Flynt got me swervin when I drive
Even when my money low I find a way to get high
If you a bud smoker, come blaze with me
Have a cup of lean, now you feelin dizzy
You know I gets busy, chiefin back-to-back
About to cough up a lung nigga hit that
[Chorus - 2x]
[Verse 2]
Ay, go get a highlife, this weed messin up my eyesight
At night time I can't drive right
You wanna feel what my vibe like
Then put 28 grams, in my pipe, I bet it get you right
And fuck what you heard, weed is the best thrill
So lil' mama you can keep them (X pills)
Cali got the best kill
But Amsterdam got everything all year, huh
And you can smoke on the streets, watch my DVD
I'm in love with W, E-E-D
Please pass the blunt, don't hold the blunt
Cause if the laws come, you gon be the first to run, bitch
[Chorus - 2x]
[Verse 3]
Ay, ay, this last verse gon be short as fuck (why?)
Cause Verse 1 I had a ounce (but I smoked it up)
Got game from the OG's (and I soaked it up)
In three years, three albums (I'm platinum plus)
Now I'm coppin Blueberry like it ain't no thang
(But not on Tuesdays and Thursdays) cause the people swang
(And why you chokin my nigga?) you can't handle it
(Well take this, gimme that) smoke a cancer stick, trick
[Chorus - 2x]
[Talking]
Yeah, if you in yo' whip rollin, even if you ain't a baller
Even if you gotta roll up one of them small ass little-bitty cigarillos
Do what you do man
Over here we ball outta control man, fo' real man
We take two blunts and put them sideways to make them fat
Then we take another one and put it the other way to make it long nigga
You ever put a whole ounce in a bone nigga?
Have you ever been to Amsterdam nigga?
You ever smoke Purple Kush, Purple Haze, OG Kush
Master Kush, Train Wreck, Maui Waui, all that shit man?
Ah man, we do it big man
White Widow, Triple X, Sweettooth
Sometimes niggas be havin sweetooths man
Haha, youknowI'msayin
We ball outta control baby
And don't hate on me man, cause I smell like that doja
And you smokin on that Bobby Brown
Uh, yeah
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- 06.07.2010
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"Ain't No Nigga"
(feat. David Banner)
"Ain't No Nigga"
(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
[Chorus - repeat to end]
(feat. David Banner)
"Ain't No Nigga"
(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
[Chorus - repeat to end]
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"Ain't No Party"
(feat. Will-Lean)
"Ain't No Party"
(feat. Will-Lean)
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.
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.
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.
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.
Brothers and sisters moving in together so,
so nice and tight.
Everything you ever wanted from this life is gonna happen right now.
Oooh, those girls tend to hide (?),
and the temperatures rise,
better reach for the sky and raise up the ceiling. ...
Because there 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
(feat. Will-Lean)
"Ain't No Party"
(feat. Will-Lean)
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.
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.
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.
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.
Brothers and sisters moving in together so,
so nice and tight.
Everything you ever wanted from this life is gonna happen right now.
Oooh, those girls tend to hide (?),
and the temperatures rise,
better reach for the sky and raise up the ceiling. ...
Because there 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
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- 06.07.2010
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"All I Know"
(feat. Cam'Ron)
"All I Know"
(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]
(feat. Cam'Ron)
"All I Know"
(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]