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1. _ Get Crunk [Remix]
Yeah yeah, yeah, uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh
We bump that Screw down here, we back
It's part 2, Lil' Flip and David Banner, you know
This time around, you gotta feel us (got to feel us)
The album went platinum, fa sheezy nigga
Yeah yeah, uh-oh so just smoke something
Look, look
I still like to bang my Screw nigga, I keep it true nigga
You transparent, I can see through you
You a fake ass nigga, want to hate on the South
Bitch nigga, get my nuts out your mizzouth
The Sizzouth, is where the niggas bizzall
Twenty inch Lorenzos, that's how we crizzawl
Go to the mizzall, and buy us some clizzothes
Go to the club, and try to fuck us some hizzoes
You know how it gizzo, I gotta keep it rizzeal
Platinum is my record sales, platinum in my grizzill
Bling bling bling, that's what a nigga like to do
But everywhere I go, I gotta represent for Screw
What about you, do you keep it real-a
Do you go half, with your nigga on some killa
Do you bang Screw, Fat Pat, Mike D
You know how we do it, we the S.U.C.
Screwed Up Soldiers, I represent the Clover
Last year I dropped my first album, in October
This year I dropped on, August 27
Nigga I smoke weed, like Snoop and Devin
[Repeat: x2]
What y'all want to do, what y'all gotta say
You bump that Screw down here, okay
How you niggas acting, how you niggas roll
My album went platinum, my shit ain't gold
Ha-ha
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2. _ I'm a Baller
(*talking*)
Ok (believe that) we broadcasting live
From Redd's showroom ya heard me (off top)
We still balling, we still doing this shit ya heard me
We still in it (believe that) it's that flame shit
[Yung Redd]
The wheels on my truck, go round and round
I'm sitting 24 inches, off of the ground
How that sound, mama said do what you'd like
Hold it rocking flights, red, white and blue stripes
But hold up, down South still on nonstop
Cause we been representing down here, for a while
With no solo album, I was still amazing
Stayed full of them trees, I was purple hazing
Look at me now, Redd ain't playing around
Two skinny, but my stacks keep weighing me down
They say balling is a habit no, I can't help it
Now I got more green, than a Boston Celtic
So I'm going all out, on a money route
Now I think these niggas, really know what I'm about
I don't know where you been, I don't know where you from
But around these parts, we get it how it come
[Chorus: Chamillionaire - 2x]
See I'm a flosser, balling like you see it
Recognize me as a balla, legend in the streets
Best believe I did it all but, that will never stop me
From feeling like a flosser, cause I'm a balla
[T.C.]
I'm still in the game, why'all catch my drift
I got that work cheap dog, peep my flip
When I hop out the truck, why'all catch my drift
The rolly's so icy, bitch get off my dick
We ride the finest cars, you know we stay stunting
Rims so big on the six, they sit funny
If it ain't broke don't fix it, blunt it and blist it
In a all blue something, with the plates unlisted
Like Nike, keeping you bitch niggas in check
Yeah whodi you know me, they boy is back
With two bricks, two chicks and two platinum Macks
I stay grinding, so you know I stay shining
[Chorus: Chamillionaire - 2x]
[Yung Redd]
See I'm like a value meal, my doe supersized
Copping a brand new Bentley, Coupe to ride
With mo' cake than a bakery, we got cream
Candy truck radio up, like Raheim
7-1-3 nigga, that's the name of my team
We still get full of that syrup, and gangsta lean
I still be ghetto fab, if I drove a yellow cab
Yung Redd enough said, my niggas got cash
Don't get it twisted up, my wrist lit up
You gotta show me something, for me to get up
Just call me a rough neck, but I cash enough checks
To put me in a Vet, and roll off with a set
The streets give me respect, for everything that I did
As a kid I always kept a strap, close to my ribs
But I don't know where you been, and I don't know where you from
But around these parts, we get it how it come
[Chorus: Chamillionaire - 2x]
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3. _ Mind on My Money
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4. _ 8 Rulez [Remix]
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5. _ Forget the Fame [Remix]
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6. _ We Ain't Scared [Remix]
Yeah, Lil' Flip, I'm one deep this time
We ain't scared man, how many times I gotta
Tell you niggas we ain't scared, yeah
We keeping it gangsta (gangsta) believe that
(believe that) popping collars (popping) you know
(you know) yeah (yeah)
Look I ain't scared of no nigga, I ain't scared of no hoe
I come to my show, and knock you out on the front row
You on the flo', cops coming
Lil' Flip is standing here, I'm not running
I'm a man nigga, I need ten grand nigga
If you want my verse, put it in my hand nigga
Got a Benz that's blue, got a tan Range Rover
And I like my c.d., to change over
I push Benz's, on 20 inch Lorenz's
Never get out my money, and I never will spend it
I save some, put a little away
Yeah it's a sunny day, but what about the rainy days
Cause when it's a rainy day, I gotta have that re-up
Money my nigga, cause I need my money
It ain't funny, it ain't a joke, it ain't no game
If you play with my change, I put some change on your brain
You feel me mayn, you feel my pain, I need mine
Before I sign a contract, I gotta read mine
I'm just a young nigga, can't be a dumb nigga
I'm so thoed I got game nigga, I can fuck a nun nigga
I'm Lil' Flip, and the game is perfected
I'm the referee, your ass just got ejected
I'm the President, you know my residence
I graduated '99, so I'm intelligent
I got a Navigator, I got a calculator
I know these niggas know, I got that crib with elevators
Spiral chairs, and big ole maze
I got a big Excursion, on big ole Blaze
We chop chop hoes bop bop, back in the days
Niggas use to break dance, and pop lock
Now we play hop scotch, but if you play with my money
My nigga, I come and spray or pop blocks
Break niggas take niggas, look for the fake niggas
Step on it so fast, he a cake nigga
A weak nigga, a freak nigga
I got them books, you can call me a geek nigga
Cause I'm a hustla, balla, gangsta, dope dealer
20 inch Sprewells, riding on my 4 wheeler
Just went to Mobilia, just to get mo' scrilla
I got my money, I don't depend on no nigga
Cause if I don't work, then I don't eat
Yeah I graduate, sometimes a nigga had to cheat
I cheated on my hoes, cheated on my tests
But I'm the pimp nigga, I must confess
So pay attention, when I spit my rhymes
Cause Lil' Flip, I'm always shining
Always grinding, time I was telling
Nigga my pockets swelling
They want to see something new, well nigga stay tuned
I cruise through, in a all blue H-2
Them rims big, so I'm sitting on them shag shoes
The white kids, say the black dude is that cool
I'm such a fool, I should open up a school
And teach some of these dudes, how to ride 22's
Try to figure me out, but you don't have a clue
Just follow my lead, y'all do as I do
Yeah I'm still in your hood, like run down houses
From the burbs to the projects, we got em bouncing
Pass the swisha, I'm with my nigga Flippa
My truck sit higher than heels, on a stripper
You got a heater, better keep it with you
It's fucked up, blind niggas can't peep the picture
Plus the fo' fever, guaranteed to leave you
Flat on the pavement, taking your last breather
Yeah, I had to do that for my niggas
Know I'm saying, everybody
Off the dome, off the brain
I'm all known like a pen to the pad nigga, yeah
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7. _ Haters Still Mad [Remix]
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8. _ Thugs n Club
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9. _ They Don't Know What the Game Is About
[Lil' Ron]
Yea...
You betta learn what the game got to offer
Before you try to jump foot first in it
You gotta watch what you do around certain people
Gotta peep yo' surroundings
Watch for snake niggaz, snake bitches
Know what I'm sayin...
[Lil' Ron]
A lot of people got crooked ways
'Cause they was broke and they couldn't really make no pay
I knew a dude that worked at the super market
Makin minimum wage, livin poor and starvin
He stopped by my house and told me he was on his ass
Then he asked, could I afford to front a half
I wasn't worried about him tryna play a nigga
I knew where he stayed, So I go and spray the nigga
I ran in and out and laid down the rules
Made sure he understood everything was cool
After 3 hours he pulled in my drive way
With all my money dog, this musta been a great day
But somethin wasn't right, that was just too quick
I found out this bitch was tryna be slick
This lil trick had a mic taped to his chest
So instead I hit him in the head, not the chest
[Chorus, Yung Sears x 2]
They don't know what the game about
Got caught up short
Because you tried to save a drought
The streets is hot
Live with yo' eyes and ears
Mouth closed, on ya toes and you won't get killed nigga
[Big Shasta]
Now see life is a big game, y'all playin to win
Would you risk ya own life if it meant savin ya friend
Would you be a millionaire if you woulda been savin ya ends
Are you really that real nigga that you claimin you been
Would you still act the same to ya friends
Even though you made some change
Or have you changed now that you havin things
But I know what, I can promise you this
Man, life is too short and ain't promisin shit
Look, you never know what tomorrow will bring
That's why I got this mo' wet to drown my sorrows away
'Cause when tomorrow's today and yesterday is last week
Somebody could blast me
For what reason, don't ask me
Tryna be flashy, but game run out the respect
Show none, and get that chain snatched off ya neck
But hoe ass niggaz do hoe ass shit
And hoes don't get whatever, act like ya know that shit
[Chorus]
[Yung Sears]
It's a shame
But who's to blame
You gotta stack yo change
And try ya best to get paid, yea
And if you don't know what the streets'll do
Stay out of harms way 'cause it could happen to you
And you and you or me and the rest of my crew
Just handle your business and do what you do
My mama told me that life is hard
Stay focused, thank God and you'll make it far
But through the pain and scars, I seen it all
But one minute you on top and then you stumble and fall
[Chorus] + 1
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10. _ Mind Blowin
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11. _ Bounce With Me
[Hook]
Now it don't matter where you from, its where you at
Everybody come and bounce with me, come on and bounce with me
And if these hoes want to roll let em know, it don't matter
They can bounce with me, come on and bounce with me
Tell them niggas get off the wall get a broad, all of y'all
Need to bounce with me, come on and bounce with me
Come on and throw your sets up, represent
Everybody need to bounce with me, come on and bounce with me
[Lil' Flip]
Look I came to get it crunk, so nigga throw your hood up
[Yung Redd]
Like when your car running hot, nigga throw your hood up
[Lil' Flip]
Cause we some trill ass niggas, with a whole lotta game
[Yung Redd]
Now that I got a little change, I ain't pimping the same
[Lil' Flip]
And y'all know, I ride with my heater
[Yung Redd]
We keep maxing hoes out, like Visa
[Lil' Flip]
We keep driving, them Bentley two seaters
[Yung Redd]
Yung Redd and Lil' Flip, off the meters
[Lil' Flip]
So bounce with a nigga, blow a ounce with a nigga
[Yung Redd]
And ball out spend something, come and floss with a nigga
[Lil' Flip]
Cause that's all we know how to do
[Yung Redd]
Yeah see we some hustlas, what about you
[Hook]
[Yung Redd]
I'm jumping out Air Force 1's, straps and loot
So believe it when you see it, dog we got proof
That's when I slide out the Coupe, raising the roof
I want you and you, girl do what you do
And when the syrup in my system, ain't no telling
Will I get em or diss em, that's what they be yelling
I'm a pimp by blood, Yung Redd young thug
Whatever you want to call it, just show me some love
Girls bouncing and catching the wall, that ain't all
To-night's the night, I feel like catching em all
Y'all throw your elbows, till your arms fall off
Till the club start sweating, and people get hauled off
It don't matter where you from, its where you at (where you at)
And remember all girls throw it back, you caught that
See me and my partnas, want you and your friends
When its over no problem, we can do it again
[Hook]
[Lil' Flip]
Now I'm bouncing in the club, with my niggas you know that
But I can't get in the do', women pulling my throwback
And the bouncers steady hating, and telling me go back
But when he found out who I was, now he want a Kodak
Say cheese, cause me and my niggas we flipping key's
You going gold over here, we going platinum overseas
So bounce when you see me, on the stage trying to rock it
Bounce, when you see me cock it back then I pop it
Now bounce when I hit switches, on my drop
Now bounce when I sell out of rocks, on my block
Then its back to the lab, cause I'm a work-a-holic
Every car I drive, gotta have hydrolics
So I can lean to the left, and lean to the right
And later on tonight, I gotta catch another flight
So take this napkin, and write your number down
And next time I come in town, we can drive the Hummer around
[Hook]
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12. _ It's a Fact [Remix]
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13. _ In My Backyard
[Yung Redd]
Yeah, take a look into my backyard
Where there ain't no way out, and niggas want to act hard
Watch your friends, some turn to fakers
That's why I smoke green acres
Get your paper, look around the world is violent
I, do my dirt and move in silence
Come on, you seen them capture, heard them sirens
Just come outside, boys are fighting
Yet the, grass is green, mosquitoes biting
So I grabbed a pencil, and started writing
About the the shit we seen, the shit we did
And how we live, just growing up as a kid
Down in Houston Texas, its hot as hell
I know its hard to gain, easy to fail
Now days, anything might send you to jail
Take note, this is show and tell, in my backyard
[Chorus]
Oh I never thought, that it would be this way
Living in the ghetto
Who would of thought that I could make a change
All I ever wanted, was to make it out this game
Living in the ghetto
I kept on trying until I found my way, my way
[Yung Redd]
From the porch to the street, from the street to the sto'
From the sto' to the corner, where a nigga sold dope
Put it together, this left niggas with no hope
But it seemed to twerk the block, work or stay broke
Oh no, back then money was slow
Wasn't cool to be bold, believe it I know
Wasn't no field of dreams, couldn't get no sleep
When cops popped the pistols, in the street
Now let's see, the ghetto's been shooting at me
Tell me to freeze, before I can stash my cheese
Some of us get caught, some make it out
Day in and day out, on a paper route
[Chorus]
[Yung Redd]
Waking up with the roosters, can't do what I use to
Like wasting time, fucking with losers
This is what goes on, way down here
Tell it like it is, we stay round here
All my niggas, get paid round here
Sometimes, people get sprayed round here
Hey, days and nights, nights and days
I use to dream of ways, to get paid
So now I'm, looking around to see what's shaking
Opportunity knocked, but my spot was vacant
Boys on the country, locked up for hustling
Game over, we just got time for nothing
You might see niggas yelling, always fussing
Around the way, this what happens everyday
So just put up your guards, times is hard
Live from the backyard, from the backyard
[Chorus]
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14. _ I Shoulda Listened [Remix]
This song right here, this what Steve Harvey say
He like off the album I shoulda listened
Shouts out to my nigga Steve Harvey (yeah)
My nigga Cool Cat, you know this just the underground shit
Freestyles man (freestyles), off my own beats
Check me out look
I shoulda listened, when you said don't do
A lot of shit, that people just don't do (my bad)
Move that dope (what), sell that crack (what)
Just to get money, and drive a Cadillac
I shoulda listened, when you told me
That, bullshit is what they sold me
Cause, they say black people ignorant
But I don't think that, I didn't listen
I'm in a bigger position, I paid my dues
I keep God first, cause that's the rules
I'm a changed man, the same man
I'm Lil' Flip, I stick to the game plan
Execute every move, watch out for every hater
Fuck getting blown, nigga I'm about my paper
After my paper blown, then I'ma get blown
But if I ain't got no paper, ain't no reason to blow
I do the show, and I make my stacks
A lot of niggas, don't know these tracks
Go everywhere, even overseas
That's why, I got some Range Rover keys
Cause I keep, going platinum in the streets
And I keep going platinum on these, beats
And some rappers, ain't even on they feet
But they doing thirty shows, all week
And I'm at my peak, I'm a be the best
Represent for the South, like Pac did the West
I'm a rep, for my niggas who in jail
I'm a rep, for niggas who making crack sales
I'm a rep, for my niggas in the motherfucking Penn
Trying to get out, just got ten
I'm a rep, for the niggas with no do'
I'm a rep, for the pimps who be really pimping hoes
Pimpin' Ken, can't forget the Don Juan
I'm Lil' Flip, what's up to my nigga Ron
Lil' Ron nigga, that's my dog nigga
You got some beef, all you gotta do is call nigga
You know we coming, me and Hump we gunning
Watching out for these hoes, that I fucked when I was in Hundred
Middle School, I was just a little fool
I did a lot of shit, I got shot and was in critical
Condition, but I was still on a mission
It's like tracks, it's just like I'm fishing
I write a hook, and I hope somebody bank
I might go platinum, if it's music that they like
I'm so tight, cause I'm better now
I'm getting cheddar now, I'ma do a double header now
I'm a sell a lot of records, I'ma tell the people
I'm Lil' Flip, and I'm so so special
Yeah (yeah), ha-ha I shoulda listened man
I shoulda listened, and that's what I'm saying man
Reality, this a reality check for y'all
Yeah, I shoulda listened, yeah I shoulda listened
Uh I shoulda listened, yeah kids, I shoulda listened
Keep God first
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15. _ Plain and Simple
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16. _ Tonight [Remix]
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17. _ 7-1-3 [Remix]
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18. _ U See It [Remix]
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19. _ Deep Down South
Come on, uh...
[Lil' Ron]
I'm bout to cause a disaster, like a earthquake
Eighteen's, got little kids dropping milk shakes
I smoke and sip eights, poured in one soda
Treat my girls like dogs, nigga teach em to roll over
Give em the cold shoulder, if they don't listen
But they quickly convinced, when they see them rims twisting
Better pay attention, to that nigga Lil' Reezy
It takes six dimes in bikinis, just to please me
Better believe me, its real in the field
My chain like yellow lights, it make people ill
In the Porsche switching gears, like a Nascar racer
And the rocks on my bracelet, got it looking like a glacier
I'm a clutch player, like Robert Hory
These cats ain't balling, they telling stories
But ain't gotta worry, bout H.S.E.
If I ain't hating on you, then why you hating on me
[Chorus: Big Shasta]
We from the deep down South in the city
In the light, and I be seeing these girls be looking pretty
That's why, I got to stay on my grind
So we can be a hundred percent, all the time
Y'all don't know where we from (where we from)
Y'all don't know where we been (where we been)
[Yung Redd]
Its like one for the money, and two is for them hoes
Three is for the drank, Four pass me the smoke
You won't see me riding, in any ole Benz
Unless its jet black, on twenty inch rims
I got more Air Force, than the government
Every color pair, I'm so fly trust me I'm loving it
I never leave the hoe, with just a single rubber
And I crawl like Ringling Brothers, hoes love us
Under the in-fluence, catch me swerving
Playing in a number six, like Julius Irving
My watch and my chain, got me coughing and sneezing
Still a young heathen, as long as I'm breathing
I pay for a show, turn it out then I'm leaving
The way the man told us, its flossing season
This year we got it made, we shining y'all
Even though we got a due, we still grinding y'all
[Chorus]
[Lil' Flip]
Who am I, name is Lil' Flip
And I roll with, two clips
Just in case, something happen
While y'all niggas yapping, I'ma be capping
Rolling with my strap and, pistol packing
Glock 9's, Tech 9's, even a Mack 10
I'm not acting, I pack clips so
Play your roll, and stick to the script
Before I flip, and empty the clip
I'm Gladys Night, cause I'm a pimp
We eating shrimp, and catching planes
You know I'm great, at catching dames
And what's your name, where you live
Will you give some brain, do you got kids
Cause if you do girl, its okay
So pass the syrup, fuck the courvassier
[Chorus]
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20. _ Nobody Move
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