you want you chorus: flip flip flippin over this groove flip (cuz this is how we do) flip ( we got the beat to make you move) flip ( now we flipping it over you) flip flip flipping
you, I want you Flip, flip, flippin' over this groove Flip, 'cuz this is how we do Flip, we got the beat to make you move Flip, now we flipping it over you Flip, flip, flipping
G? Nah, I ain't got nuttin' I say "Give up ya gun" Is what I tell em then I step Wouldn't be top dog if I was one who slept So show respect I'm beyond
for deadly ready venom Verse Three: Live Squad Yeah, as I take a puff I get rough, Big Mad To put it on, can't none come tougher see I'm down with the
t think I'm just in it for the money, don't be a punk snitch When I yank up my gun, don't run don't bitch Cause ya know if you do, you'll be layin in
type of nigga that's all mouth, type of nigga I call out Drama I know my crew'll shoot, you shoulda knew the scoop Niggaz couldn't fuck around, with they
't Hi ho, only pick chicks that swallow These bullets are hollow, where I aim they follow I spit murder to get further, haters can't hurt us Me and Tone flipped
power back to our Blocks [Chorus] [Tame One] Good life, you can bubble or struggle Use your brain muscle if you hustle Don't let nobody touch you Don't
torch to these hoes, make these bitches burn Stern, as I handle my grit, talk mo' shit Spit, and let my fo-fo rip, so bitch don't slip Don't make me put
to subject to discussion Wild Child sets it off after DJ Rome bring in my cuts in Can't understand overnight MC's that can't afford to get broken with
I flip the money trucks, money I don't give a fuck Ay money, shut the fuck up It's only a stickup You don't stand a chance, give it quick up You 'bout
all-out squad Ten deep, let's roll-out squad Bring heat when it's cold outside Mack stick to script and stick to street Stick in clip and flip your Jeep
for my squad Ask yourself if you really true to your squad CHORUS 2X I'ma ride with my niggas Die with my niggas Get high with my niggas Flip pies with
t catchin' a case The grave ain't no place for a psycho thug killa! Hustla on the street, neighborhood drug deala! The grave ain't no place, I should
put that shit out man You ain't 'posed to be smokin' no muthafuckin' weed in court (Man fuck dat man they got my nigga) Man that shit ain't cool man (
games And every nigga eatin' the same, I can't quit Drama then we handle it, cause any man'll flip with no prob' Wanna play ball? Get ya squad My shit