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drop
You think you can grip with Lil' Flip you might ship
So don't slip we knocking tight like vice grip

[Chorus 2 - Lil' James (Lil' Flip)]
You
with us
Y'all can't mess with us
Y'all can't play with us

This like mother nature
I really don't give a fuck
We can do it in the club
We can do
love our music slowed down by screw

[Lil' Flip]
Down south lil flip wreckin all these boys
Major labels don't even wanna call these boys

[Lil' Flip
can't mess with us
Y'all can't play with us

This like mother nature
I really don't give a fuck
We can do it in the club
We can do it outside
We
thunder cunt
And I dare any one of y'all niggas to mess with Texas
Texas gon' fuck you up

I hold my cup up, I let my top down
And everywhere I look they
Snatching this money, like a soldier's supposed to 
Riding with the pistol, syrup and the doja 
Texas is holding, woodgrain controlling 
Feeling like Tina,
I feel like I be out here for the fun of it
I swear if I don't hit a lick by next month I'm done with it
(Baby)
I understand, But you ain't
album on the shelf?
[They call him Lil' Flip]
who went platinum with one video?
[They call him Lil' Flip]
who smokin dro in every state he go?
[They call
with us
Y'all can't mess with us
Y'all can't play with us

This like mother nature
I really don't give a fuck
We can do it in the club
We can do
the tool I'm from Texas, but I ain't no damn bammer
Mess with Killa Mike, Ron Thomas that Quo down in Atlanta
Lil' Flip and my man Banner, come here
funds main!

[Chorus: Lil' Flip, Tity Boi, Static]

[Outro: Man with deep voice]
I came to
I, I came to bring the pain
I came to
I, I came to
I
T-e-x-a-s is the state you don't mess wit
Cock the tech, spit, and check shit to vest
Where respect shit from north to east
Well connected with the west
It's
Uh uhh, Lil' Flip (Lil' Flip)
I'm hoppin out in a Fendi suit, I got DVD's in my Bentley Coupe
I got hoes that's 22; they buy me clothes and tennis
Yeah (yeah, yeah) uh
Lil' Flip, Bizzy Bone
(First Eazy, Houston Texas
Then Pac, then Biggie
And now it's Big Pun
Now DJ Screw, Aaliyah)
T-e-x-a-s is the state you don't mess wit
Cock the tech, spit, and check shit to vest
Where respect shit from north to east
Well connected with the west
It's
the eraser 
I don't discriminate I flip a bitch too 
She got to be eliminated I kill a bitch too 
She her hair fixed by my sister she lost she gonna get her
meet tha devil
Lil boyz don't know they playin' with rainy weather
Fuckin' with my cheddar
B.G., Wayne, Juvie, Big Tymers, whatever
But, however, if
and Ghetto Postage
Homey don't touch the weed, lil whodi, and don't smoke it
Jack one of my souljas lil daddy; I doubt dat!
Get paid on the 1st & 15th, we bout
]
Cause we some trill ass niggas, with a whole lotta game
[Yung Redd]
Now that I got a little change, I ain't pimping the same 
[Lil' Flip]
And y'all
[Lil Wayne]
What?!
What?!!
Look?
Okay, let's cut the crap
I'm straight gangsta - forget the rap
I only stick with that 'cause my ma don't wan' see me
and Ke, we Texas best
We three hard young G's, that don't settle for less

You can't mess with the Tex, Boss Hogg on top
When I park at the club, my rims
Uh, Lil' Flip, them hatas still mad
Man look, Big T

Why y'all haters still mad
(I said I don't know why baby)
'Cause Screwed Up Click acting bad
disrespectin' me
Seventeen Carollton, mess with me, I bury one
Three-eighty, I carry one
Come to kill up everyone
What!

(Hook [Lil Wayne])

[Lil Wayne]
Everybody
From a pot to the block with a hand to hand you
Cook that white with Sprite that's if you wanna scandal
Pitbull Rich boy we got clients too
Don't pull
Oh yeah playas it's definitely goin' down
Girbaud of the Manhattan I see you actin' bad
Jammin' that Lil' Keke "Don't Mess Wit Texas" CD
But right