50 cent
flip on you (feat. schoolboy q)
50, uh ScHoolboy Q Haha [50 Cent & ScHoolboy Q] Smiling? Nigga you gon' make me Flip On You! You gon' make me flip this knife out do some shit to you! Nigga you gon' make me Flip On You! Nigga you gon' make me-you gon' make me Flip On You! Nigga you gon' make me Flip On You! You gon make me pull the strap out, do some shit to you! Nigga you gon' make me Flip On You! Nigga you ain't gon' be moving when this clip is through! [ScHoolboy Q] Nigga, I'm the one that bought all them bitches out Got a G-A-T this MVP don't run his mouth, nigga You gon' make me fill this clip for you You gon' make me unload then reload 'em number 2 Nigga, I've been known to get them Oxys off I believe in God, but cross my heart this knock go off Nigga, I'm from the Mecca of the Groove The Hoover Crip, I grew up on Figg I had to dodge them County Blues Live my life behind the rules Running from the cops Smash the rocks up under my shoes Spit out the eighth that once, hid in my face Bounce spring over the gate, didn't get caught I guess my escape, nigga was fate I love the block and all the dogs that kept me safe Now it's, back to adding, points to the crime rate Get slumped in your drive way You gon' make me hurt your boy You gon' make me put that work in boy You gon' make me get to murkin' boy Smiling? Nigga you gon' make me Flip On You! You gon' make me flip this knife out do some shit to you! Nigga you gon' make me Flip On You! Nigga you gon' make me-you gon' make me Flip On You! Nigga you gon' make me Flip On You! You gon make me pull the strap out, do some shit to you! Nigga you gon' make me Flip On You! Nigga you ain't gon' be moving when this clip is through! [50 Cent] Focus on money, I'm in and out ass fast She loosen up against the wall like a NASCAR crash Got a bunch of enemies, I count my friends on one hand Ghetto philosphy, watch me, I got a hundred scams Like we could make a few dollars That there a hundred grams I got a gift, I communicate with the afterlife Apparently, your bitch ass ain't acting right Niggas killed your man, you ain't gon' get him back? What? You is tired out? Why you ain't get around to that? You wonder, I travel, I have a destination I'll be a street legend new version of Pappy Mason My style? It'll never die, boy I'm a model You shoot me down, I'll get back up and keep coming for you Man on fire, hitman for hire Them niggas got happy they thought I was gon' retire Now they bitch giving me head, I'm the man, a man admires What's up? Smiling? Nigga you gon' make me Flip On You! You gon' make me flip this knife out do some shit to you! Nigga you gon' make me Flip On You! Nigga you gon' make me-you gon' make me Flip On You! Nigga you gon' make me Flip On You! You gon make me pull the strap out, do some shit to you! Nigga you gon' make me Flip On You! Nigga you ain't gon' be moving when this clip is through!