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Yeah, I go by the name Lil Flip
(that's right), me and my n***a Greg Street
It's from Texas, to atl, yeah

[Lil Flip]
(on my block), them n****s 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 n***a, 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 n****s 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-are-Land
And where I'm from (Cloverland), b***h I'm the man

On my block, everybody on the corner hustling
On my block, n****s pulling up on them buttons
On my block, we getting that money fa sheezy
I can't leave freestyling alone, the game need me

[Lil Flip]
(on my block), you might see my n***a Greg Street
In a black G-Wagon, or that black Bentley
Or you might see my n***a, C-Note in the drop
You might see my n***a, Will-Lean on the block
You might see my n***a, Rebel at the Chop Shop
You might see my n***a D, at the Barber Shop
You might see my n****s, on Groden shooting hoops
Or you might see my n***a T. A. Z., rolling in a Coupe
You might see my n***a Dre, from S. A
Or you might see my n***a Ken, at Quickway
Or you might see the cops, just rolling through the hood
Trying to bust another n***a, when they see you living good


[Lil Flip]
You got dope dealers and crackheads, with bumps in they face
We drive fo' wheelers on flat beds, so n***a 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 s**t for ya
And to my fans, who really buy my s**t
I appreciate the love, cause y'all made me rich
And if it wasn't for y'all, I wouldn't be s**t
So I'ma hold this s**t down, for the Screwed Up Click

On my block, ha-ha, ha-ha

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