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(*talking*)
Oh (oh), oh (oh) this what the streets been asking fa
The real Kings, Lil' Flip and Z-Ro ha-ha-ha
Clover G'z and Rap-A-Lot, different labels
But we both in the Screwed Up Click, let's go
Lil' Flip
Look me and my , we fifty deep with them triggas
I'm a school boy yeah right, I run with them killas
Afilliated with pimps, I know too many cats
I've been rapping eight years, I got too many placks
Now when I run in your crib, and take your son out the crib
And put the gun to his bib, now it's one in his ribs
Z-Ro
I stay in and out of the jail house, I can afford to bail out
You can call me the post man, all I do is follow my mail route
I got a stank as* attitude, excuse me nigg* you have to move
See these big *old* I'm walking with, there's some behind you too
Don't want us to trip, you don't wanna see this extended clip
Be on the lookout for Z-Ro and Lil' Flip, this is history in the making ya b*tch
Lil' Flip
Now I'm back with my crew, like we ain't got nothing to do
So if you beefing with them, then I'm beefing with you
I'm the King of the South, you see the ring and the house
I'm a major playa like, Mean Green in the South
So if I kick in your do', and put my d*ck in your hoe
Give me the brick in the flo', now it's time to go
Z-Ro
When I roll I roll solo, I got seven sets of fo' do's
I got rid of all my old girls, to make way for some mo' hoes
We are the real Kings, god d*mn it my grill clean
I smoke and I still lean, hit up C-Note or Will-Lean (why dat)
Cause I kick's it with my people, fk friends they all turn evil
They might try, to do me something lethal
All y'all claiming to be cold, can deal with my heater
Lil' Flip
Oh no I flip digits like Puffy, I slay like Buffy
You a f*g, I refuse to let a label fk me
Cause I'm calling the shots, my favorite rapper is Pac
nigg* I was stealing cars, when you was wiping your snot
So when I blow up your office, and rob one of your bosses
I can't take no losses, you know how crunk the South is
Hell yeah we throw bows for really, we blow dro and Philly's
I get three dollas with this, you only getting a penny
This skinny nigg*, will never be in my position
How you gon fight, when you got malnutrition
So when I stomp your ass, and when I front your ass
And when I punch your ass, you ain't gon wanna talk no mo' let's go
Z-Ro
I'm a gangsta kin folk, I stack and don't spend do'
I got five percent tint, on each and every one of my windows
Everytime the wind blows, another Benjamin goes
Where the rest of the Benjamins go, hoe I'm paid for your info
Lil' Flip
I'm the rap LeBron, better yet I'm T-Mac
I was flipping work, when you was playing pitty-pat
I take a brick from here, then I move it on the East
I got New York , paying 23
So when I hit your gut, I'm in my pick-up truck
I come to pick up bucks, after that I'm picking up gals now let's ride