Tytuł: Y'all don't want it

• Wykonawca: Lil' Flip
• Wyświetleń: 236

  
   Lil' Flip, Jim Jones {*repeat 4X*}
  
  [Chorus: Lil' Flip - repeat 2X]
  Y'all don't want it with us, y'all don't want it with us
  Y'all don't want it with us (Clover Gs!)
  Y'all don't want it with us, y'all don't want it with us
  Y'all don't want it with us (Dip Set!)
  
  [Verse 1: Lil' Flip]
  This sixteen bars of my brain, I show my scars through my pain
  I write my bars on the plane, I bring my boys on the plane
  There's nothing like it, I swear
  Can't no other rappers compare
  Cause I can spit it or write it
  Just admit it, you like it
  I'm the hottest around
  Niggaz know how I get down
  But this ain't Making The Band
  I'm tired of shaking your hand
  I got the piece to the puzzle, I'm on the streets when I hustle
  I got the heat with the muzzle, Okay (Okay)
  You think you know it all, but I proove to show it all
  When I move, you get one shot, hope you don't blow it, dog
  Don't bite the hand that feeds you
  You just a lukewarm, bookworm nigga and believe me, I can read you
  I'm tired of snakes and rats, I'm moving forward, you pacing back
  While I'm in N.Y. collaborating, blazing tracks
  You gotta face the fact, I got the only platinum plaque
  I did it well, even when I'm gone, my shit'll sell
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Verse 2: Jim Jones]
  Just let my movement protrude (Dips)
  Or we will move on you dudes (Fuckers)
  And you niggaz that's beefin, okay I'll chew you like food (Yummy)
  Don't get Houston confused (No)
  Cause they music is screwed (Purple)
  They ain't slow for a second, cause they sippin on lean
  They will roll up with weapons, the four-fifth and the beam (Boom!)
  Get you tore up, we stretch 'em, you talk shit to my team (R.I.P.)
  We controllin' our section, raw shit for the fiends (I'll smack you)
  The boys controllin' my section, cause we gettin' that cream (Squalie!)
  And we roll in Rovers, iced out birds and frozen clovers (Blingin!)
  You know I'm smokin dozers, with that thing I roll with soldiers (East Side!)
  So if you want it fam, you'll get it fam, I'll hit you man (Unnh)
  And when I grip that blam, POP! POP! POP!, Dip Set the fam
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Verse 3: Lil' Flip]
  I'm ready to let you have it
  Glocks and automatics
  I put them in your chest
  You shoulda wore your vest
  Cause we comin to your house
  With the forty cals
  Dumpin twenty five rounds
  Now bitch, lay it down
  
  [Jim Jones]
  So when we pull up to clubs, they say we known for the brawlin
  And all these bottles I'm poppin, it's uncontrollable ballin
  Straight from the projects, I'm still cased up with charges
  It only takes me three seconds to straight spray out a cartridge
  I'm prepared for the streets, and I ain't scared of police
  You know my gangstas ride out, we know to fliz with them heats
  We cop cars with them spinners, I be in Texas for breakfast
  Sippin' on Purple and Sprite and back in Harlem for dinner
  
  [Chorus]