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| [Lil' Flip-Talking] Gyeah, this what you wanna hear right This what it's about Stop lyin in the streets man You ain't doin what you puttin on them records nigga I know yo past nigga, so you can miss me with that bullshit I'm a gangsta this, I'm a shoot that I'm a pop this, I'm a stab him You ain't gon do shit, you ain't gon do shit Cause you'se a bitch [Verse 1: Lil' Flip] Look many people wanna know what I been through A whole bunch of bullshit but I continue To make great music, I make that good music You do commercial music, I do that hood music Remember 'Game Over'I hit the punchlines Remember 'Sunshine'three hundred thousand times That's how many spins I got-and I got a plaque I got a Bentley Coupe nigga on top of that The Rolex still in my fuckin'safe nigga You a kid to me so I put you in yo place nigga I been around the rap game for like 12 years I'm drinkin Cristal, you barely drinkin 12 beers I'm smokin weed my nigga, I gotta grow mine These niggas shoot slugs at me, I gotta throw mine You can diss me nigga I'm a come and see ya When them hollow tips hit ya, I wouldn't wanna be ya [Chorus: Lil' Flip] The streets don't lie, so quit thinkin the beef gon'die I need atleast five blunts for me to get high Fuck the cops, I'm a ride So tell my enemies them niggas better hide-I gotta forty five (Buhhh-Buhhh)I put you in the grave nigga (Buhhh-Buhhh)you better behave nigga (Buhhh-Buhhh)I put you in the grave Cause we livin our last dayz [Verse 2: Young Noble] I spitt that ol'thug spirtual nigga Like you live through this, they gon label you a miracle nigga This sort of like a Panther party One nation of thugs comin together not to dance and party Livin nations in the game-Outlawz a known threat Ain't never had a deal, and we still ain't broke yet First things, first man-you fuckin with the worse If you scared get a dog-or take yo ass to church Uhh Wa-da-da-dang, wa-da-da-da-dang, we Outlaw military, Makaveli trained Them little homies slang, and the big homies bang I shine through my rhymes fuck a car and a chain Remain the thug's blue print They'd rather cop some old Outlaw 'Pac shit, then most of y'all new shit Remind you bastards-nothin but them timeless classics Learn about us in them college classes [Chorus: Lil' Flip] [Verse 3: Lil' Flip] Ay my partnas in the hood I can't let e'm starve I fuck with Keak The Sneak, I fuck with Messy Marv I fuck with San Quin, I pack a Mac-10 These niggas never seen a black Maybach Benz I was the first rapper to ever have one I seen a diamond chain I had to grab one Then Nelly got one, then niggas followed soon That's when I told Johnny make my piece all blue [Verse 4: Young Noble] Look mean what you say or don't say shit I fuck with Scarface, I fuck with J-Prince I fuck with my nigga Trae, the whole A-B-N Big House and Sac, Real Talk Entertainment The streets don't lie-niggas is gon'die Nigga I'm on fire, niggas is gon'ride Yeah it's Outlaw for life We ain't doin what y'all doin-we doin it right [Chorus: Till End] |
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