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pull that trigger, you f-ck with my lil n-gga I come through get ya, hop out them hollow's hit ya Keep thinking it's a game, n-gga's aint playing [Soulja
scars, crack head caused niggas I don't know that who?d ya think you are And here we are, steady we roll out over you When it?s over it?s over, for the
in the ground now way down Steady flip when I bang, bang, man Flippin' I roll with me gun Still it's itchin' to bang, bang, hang And it's all the same
ya mouth, or one day them thugstas, yes They will run up on ya, on ya, And that?s when its over, cause We don?t play no games, so when we up on ya, Believe
block except the packs of the south This here?s that Peoples Champ talk, it?s the expressions of a G And I'ma be chasing after them G's until I R.I.P
never get it, you know them sayin' It's like, it's like a short stripper And she's just saying, it'll never work You know I'm sayin', what really It's
a paper and we spit on some game And flip the script and got the world start screaming our names Ying Yang in this thang and it's evident (You don't really
HA HA HA HA ... yeah, y'all thought I was gone, didn't ya? Yeah, I've been hangin' out since the intro, ba-by! Flip it over. There's some mo' funky shit
hottest shit in the streets No if's, and's, or maybe's Errbody gather around from here to little Haiti Cuz it's Busta..(Luda)..and (Young Weezy Baby) With Flip
y'all money Nigga I'm tryin' to triple my stacks Ya play 'n skillz on the track, yea Lil' Flip'll spit it fast Ha ha ha ya, let's go to the next track
good man can't you tell, Lil' Flip is in the building we got Dj Squeeky on the track...Gudda, Gudda - Clover G's [Chorus 2X - Flip] We throw bows
to gettin' bread I'm ahead in the race Infrared to his head, it's just another murder case The game really over when you see that yellow tape Pop the Lucky Nites, n***, let's
of Death, home of Philly Uh, chea uh Lights is gettin' dimmer Night's gettin' colder Lost three of my soldiers Life feel like it's over Unloadin' there's
I'm straight hey shawty I'm straight I gotta couple of V's wit' the kits, MPV's on my wrist A lot of glamour and glit's but shawty I don't need that
gat and the potato drop/ Yo / but u ain't really that hood though/ yo girl really a hoe doe/ and ya whole hood know/ and I brought the chain really gold
