We Got It

Lil Flip

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    Whoooaaaaa
    I'm the streets
    What you know 'bout it?
    We got what you need man

    [Hook:]
    You want that cocaine?
    We got it
    You want that heroin?
    We got it
    Cause I'm a thug
    T-H-U-G
    Cause I'm a thug
    T-H-U-G
    Look I'm a thug
    T-H-U-G
    I said all of the above

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    [Verse:]
    I'm spectacular, I bite your neck like dracula
    I'm flippin' in my Acura
    Cause Flip still a bachelor
    I'm smokin' on tarantula
    Flip a key just like the spatula
    Got a bitch by the name of Pamela
    With a cousin named Tamara
    She posin' for my camera
    Cause she know a nigga a star
    She know I'm the type to buy the club
    Nigga fuck tryin' to buy the fuckin' bar
    That's who we are, aye
    In the streets niggas act like they your friend but them nigga is your enemy
    They just come around to smoke your weed and drink your hennesy (I ain't no hoe)
    I ain't never been a nigga that would run from a muthafuckin' fight
    I'm the nigga that run to the fight
    I'm the nigga with the muthafuckin' calico cocked with a light
    One to the head, one to the back
    Kill a nigga just like that over one stack
    Cause my niggas gangstas ya niggas wankstas and we'll kill 'em, thank you
    I don't give a damn 'bout you or ya muthafuckin' crew
    Tell me what you what the fuck you wanna do
    If the nigga wanna box we'll box
    After that we box and put ya niggas in a muthafuckin' box
    I been callin' the shots
    A lot of niggas get in the game and get a lil' fame
    Sell a couple of ringtones think they bosses
    Tell a nigga to come to my hood and my niggas take they crosses
    Whatyouknow 'bout comin' up in the hood sellin' keys tryin' to get out
    Whatyouknow 'bout try to rob another nigga just come it's a muthafuckin' drop
    Yeah nigga I live it, yeah nigga whatever I say is real
    I don't just make words rhyme
    Muthafucka I was really sellin' that
    Really sellin' them nine's, sellin' them blocks, sellin' them k's
    Gotta get the block, gotta move a mill, gotta move 'em out
    Gotta watch out for the muthafuckin' cops
    Undercovers will get ya, put ya behind a cell like in jail can't get no mail
    Gotta put ya bitch on the ground
    But she can't watch the muthafuckin' trap all the time (damn)
    So what you gon' do hustler? You a king pin
    How much cocaine nigga you bring in?
    I hear ya records and ya records sound real nice
    Except I'm not you nigga, I don't write
    I'm on some other shit, some shit you ain't known
    I spit metaphors, I spit homophones
    Embedded chromosomes, check my DNA
    I'm always winnin' first place in a relay
    I'm a marathon runner, nigga you a sprinter
    I'm a green label Bentley dropper you a rental
    I'm a sinner, I sin again but I repented
    Sin after I do it, cause I went through it
    I'm true to it, the streets, fuck the beef
    Cause if I'm still walkin' around nigga it ain't no beef
    Go to police, but nigga they can't help ya
    Cause just like some muthafuckin' wax the K will melt ya
    Put ya kids in a shelter cause daddy was a dickhead
    All you had to do was come on time with Lil' Flip's bread
    But when these niggas play with me, I don't lose my temper
    I use my pistol, then spit on instrumentals
    It's critical, I'm the type of nigga that'll get at you
    Get rid of you, hell yeah nigga now you miserable
    Will kill 'til you lose, he don't pay no dues
    If you play by the rules, homeboy them keys will get move
    But if you hate on a nigga like me cause a nigga like me I got respect
    Cause a nigga like me in a G-5 jet, hand on my muthafuckin' 'tec
    Reppin' my set, Cloverland
    Ain't no holdin' hands cause I'm a muthafuckin' pimp
    Still eat shrimp, still get head from ya bitch on the first attempt
    Never been a wimp, always been a fighter
    Gimme the lighter cause I got the fire
    These hoe ass producers in the game never wanna sign work for hires
    Grab the plyers, got pullin' they teeth
    Grab the plyers, got pullin' they piece
    Gotta let a nigga know don't play with Flip, cause he a muthafuckin' don fo' sure
    Oh no you ain't know hoe, I got niggas in 3rd Ward that'll put a pistol to ya
    I got niggas in Iraq that'll send a missile to ya
    Real ass nigga I'm a trill ass nigga don't play no games with lames
    Got a whole bunch of money got a whole bunch of change I can put a lil' on ya brain
    For a stack, I can get ya whacked
    For two I can get two
    For three I can get the whole family we'll spray at ya randomly
    It's a casualty, yeah nigga don't battle me
    Cause a nigga gettin' money like Master P
    I rather be livin' so lavishly, I got ya bitch home back with me
    On my jet ski, Wayne Gretzky say he got ice
    Lil' Flip got a whole bunch of ice, got a whole bunch of Nikes
    Got a whole bunch of hoes yeah a whole bunch of dykes nigga you can get one
    Gimme a g, gimme a beat, I'll show ya how to have some fun
    I'll show ya how to bust a gun, I'll show ya how to turn from a soldier to a don
    Don Ron these niggas hate us, they hate to congratulate
    These niggas get behind ya and hate, well they rather late
    Cause my success has been happening for 12 years
    Almost 13, close the curtains
    I'm in that Maybach, that shit ya always see
    That shit ya never had, I'm in there blowin' weed
    It came with a refrigerator, I'm watchin' "The Terminator"
    That nigga the governor, haaaa, nigga I'm lovin' the
    Hustle the way that I grind, I can get on any plane
    I can spit a freestyle and leave it on any grain
    Anybody complains that means they ain't a grinder
    You can put up your rolex my breitling watch it blind ya
    25 karats on my muthafuckin' grill
    Yes I pay the cost to be the boss
    You see the cross, nigga it's all frost
    Where you been nigga? I'm number 1
    Cloverland southside of H-Town that's where I'm comin' from
    Still pack my 'tomic gun, still packin' the calico
    Still go to war for my niggas just like we at the Alamo, ploooww!
    Hit the ground you see me bussin'
    Nigga cause when I'm comin' repercussions ain't nothin'
    I, empty the drum
    I'll, empty in one
    2 to his face, murder was the case
    Leave the cops on the high speed chase, I'm a getaway
    Cause I got 'Diplomatic Immunity' just like Jim and Cam', and Juelz
    Oh yeah you see my je-wels? Haha
    I made the song 'Spinners'
    So I, got to ride the ride on chrome spinners
    Play with me now, cause I got the fuckin' cake with me now
    Yessir, the baddest bitches say they wanna stay for me now
    But pray for me now, I'm hustlin' on the edge
    One slip, and I can get caught up by the feds
    For one flip, I can get make a whole lotta bread
    I ridin' for Gudda and the Dream Team until I'm dead

    [Hook]

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