Flip`n on My Block

(*talking*)<br>Yeah, I go by the name Lil Flip<br>(that`s right), me and my nigga Greg Street<br>It`s from Texas, to ATL, yeah<br><br>[Lil Flip]<br>(on my block), them niggas jamming Flip and `Face<br>And don`t nobody have muscles, but we all moving weight<br>(on my block), where the dopefiends let you rent they car<br>And if you got the biggest rocks, you the neighborhood star<br>So holla at a nigga, when you get your check<br>And if it`s 800 dollars, you about to triple that<br>(on my block), we staying up playing dominoes<br>And we got boosters in the hood, that be selling fake clothes<br>That`s how the game go, when you living in my city<br>And niggas in the hood, they don`t show no pity<br>So don`t act hot seditty, when you see me at a show<br>And the reason we don`t hang, cause you act like a hoe<br>(on my block), the little kids they be smoking weed<br>And if you go to sleep, they coming to steal your ten speed<br>I`m from the C to the L-O-V-E-R-Land<br>And where I`m from (Cloverland), bitch I`m the man<br><br>[Hook]<br>On my block, everybody on the corner hustling<br>On my block, niggas pulling up on them buttons<br>On my block, we getting that money fa sheezy<br>I cant leave freestyling alone, the game need me<br><br>[Lil Flip]<br>(on my block), you might see my nigga Greg Street<br>In a black G-Wagon, or that black Bentley<br>Or you might see my nigga, C-Note in the drop<br>You might see my nigga, Will-Lean on the block<br>You might see my nigga, Rebel at the Chop Shop<br>You might see my nigga D, at the Barber Shop<br>You might see my niggas, on Groden shooting hoops<br>Or you might see my nigga T.A.Z., rolling in a Coupe<br>You might see my nigga Dre, from S.A<br>Or you might see my nigga Ken, at Quickway<br>Or you might see the cops, just rolling through the hood<br>Trying to bust another nigga, when they see you living good<br><br>[Hook]<br><br>[Lil Flip]<br>You got dope dealers and crackheads, with bumps in they face<br>We drive fo` wheelers on flat beds, so nigga let`s race<br>And we can`t catch a case, cause we got the best lawyers<br>And I spit dead in your face, now that`s some gangsta shit for ya<br>And to my fans, who really buy my shit<br>I appreciate the love, cause y`all made me rich<br>And if it wasn`t for y`all, I wouldn`t be shit<br>So I`ma hold this shit down, for the Screwed Up Click<br><br>On my block, ha-ha, ha-ha