Lil' Flip - We Got It lyrics

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Whoooaaaaa

I'm the streets

What you know 'bout it?

We got what you need man

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

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