Lil' Flip: Y'all don't want it

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]