Lil' Flip: Flip'n on my block

(*talking*) Yeah, I go by the name Lil Flip (that's right), me and my nigga Greg Street It's from Texas, to ATL, yeah [Lil Flip] (on my block), them niggas jamming Flip and 'Face And don't nobody have muscles, but we all moving weight (on my block), where the dopefiends let you rent they car And if you got the biggest rocks, you the neighborhood star So holla at a nigga, when you get your check And if it's 800 dollars, you about to triple that (on my block), we staying up playing dominoes And we got boosters in the hood, that be selling fake clothes That's how the game go, when you living in my city And niggas in the hood, they don't show no pity So don't act hot seditty, when you see me at a show And the reason we don't hang, cause you act like a hoe (on my block), the little kids they be smoking weed And if you go to sleep, they coming to steal your ten speed I'm from the C to the L-O-V-E-R-Land And where I'm from (Cloverland), bitch I'm the man [Hook] On my block, everybody on the corner hustling On my block, niggas pulling up on them buttons On my block, we getting that money fa sheezy I cant leave freestyling alone, the game need me [Lil Flip] (on my block), you might see my nigga Greg Street In a black G-Wagon, or that black Bentley Or you might see my nigga, C-Note in the drop You might see my nigga, Will-Lean on the block You might see my nigga, Rebel at the Chop Shop You might see my nigga D, at the Barber Shop You might see my niggas, on Groden shooting hoops Or you might see my nigga T.A.Z., rolling in a Coupe You might see my nigga Dre, from S.A Or you might see my nigga Ken, at Quickway Or you might see the cops, just rolling through the hood Trying to bust another nigga, when they see you living good [Hook] [Lil Flip] You got dope dealers and crackheads, with bumps in they face We drive fo' wheelers on flat beds, so nigga let's race And we can't catch a case, cause we got the best lawyers And I spit dead in your face, now that's some gangsta shit for ya And to my fans, who really buy my shit I appreciate the love, cause y'all made me rich And if it wasn't for y'all, I wouldn't be shit So I'ma hold this shit down, for the Screwed Up Click On my block, ha-ha, ha-ha