Lil' Flip

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3,2,1 Go!

Bring it back

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

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!

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!

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!)