Lyrics:
[Chorus:][Lil' Flip]
Real niggaz bust ya pistols in the sky
I'm a muthafuckin' G and til I die
I get that paper, and I'm chillin' on the low
[Chorus: Lil' Flip]
Real niggaz bust ya pistols in the sky
I'm a muthafuckin' G and til I die
I get that paper, and I'm chillin' on the low
All I
the ounce
Like Roger Traupman, people still use him now
Onepowered horses MC's going off the couch
Jump on the roose plays here like a violin
You step
in half
We rides on visitors and takes no prisoners
Handles all business and pay off the comissioner
Big time crime figure niggas gettin riches
and free Meechie (free him)
Had to cut them niggas off, they was leechin' (fuck 'em)
Tourin' with some bitches (bitches), FYI your bitch free (yeah)
I'm
kingpin, summertime fine jewelry dripping
Face in the box, I seen your ear twitching
As soon as I drove off, Cap' came to me with three sawed-offs
Give
off
Say it twice claycko, claykco
I got that Spanish cocaine, call it J. Lo
We flip that work, take a trip to Barbados
We dropped that lean in
Niggaz stay crunk like hahn (hahn!)
Nigga off the chain like hahn, Kane bring it back now (hahn!)
[Verse 3]
Niggaz in the club like (hahn!)
Bitches in
Let me tell you what I like
You goin' on an breakin' me off by the end of the night
You can ride with me
Cause I like ya simmon's jeans
Ain't tryin'
to make the seasons change into freezing rain (he's insane)
No I'm not, I just want to shoot up and I'm pissed off
'Cause I can't find a decent vein
at
I see irrelevance condoned by the delegates
Their regression is evident they own
What I been off
Fuck it since it's the samaritan's I sold
I'ma
the clip, off the 'caine, nigga (ayy, Stunna put like three mil' on the fuckin' case)
The way we live it is the only way we know to live it (I get in trouble
and my pants never sagg
[Hook: x 2]
[Verse Three: Silkk The Shocker]
It ain't nothing but a gangsta party
You know what we bring
No Limit
Turn it up a lil' bit (Lil Boat) ayy, S3nsi
Lil Brook ayy (Ayy, haha)
Dumb shit (Yuh)
Ayy, lemme hear that ho, Jeff go
Five racks, then I turn it
real-ah, 'cause I'm all about my scrilla
The ladies love me 'cause I'm a million dollar hitta
It's, no limit til I d-I-e
C-p-3, or Richmond, Cali's where
the clip, off the 'caine, nigga (ayy, Stunna put like three mil' on the fuckin' case)
The way we live it is the only way we know to live it (I get in trouble
be OG Sick)
I- flip them niggas, and I had to whip that shit, gang
Get off my dick, lil' nigga, lil' nigga, get off my dick
Hatin' ass nigga
Y'all
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fries
Countin' money, don't ask where I get it
Why?
I just got a chopper I sprayed it at flies
Pussy boy you just jumped off the bump
You'se a Lil Mouse,
Don't try this at home if you ain't no real hustler
I'm like Betty Crocker in the kitchen
The Ice Cream Man back, you lil' boys been fuckin the game
Yeah, What (repeat 7x)
Lil' Flip, David Banner, Three Six Mafia
Houston Texas, Mississippi, Memphis Tenn. what?
[Lil' Flip]
They told me I
that doe
Gave the boy my lil' change and I ain't seen his face no mo'
What do you call that there playin' a nigga ha dawg
The nigga thank its gravy
Choppa just came with them titties and belly
My bitch, she so chocolate, look like she off jelly
Jump in a Lambo', no Honda (skrrt), yeah
Jump in
I got the fur on my back, safari (Fur)
Grab the fire and spark it (Fire)
Kick, flip a brick (Kick)
Wrap in the kitchen, I martial art it (Woo)
I hop
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