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[Chorus x2: Lil' Flip] You know my niggaz ridin, I hope you niggaz hidin You know my niggaz ridin, I hope you niggaz hidin You know my niggaz ridin, I hope you niggaz hidin Cause it's the Art of War, when I cruisin lyin (Wooh, Wooh, Wooh) [Lil' Flip: Verse 1] You see the pain in my eyez Bitch I ain't never scared Lightin the flame i'm smokin my chain anywhere A lot of niggaz tryin go against gangaz come Every since March 27 I ain't forget to bring my gun I took one and I ain't tryin to take no more So before, get at me I'ma get you hoe I keep a lot of dough I'm livin like the Godfather And I just bought three carrots for my Goddaughter Christain get over my chicks, this rappin shit made me rich I smell like curv when I pitch Nigga you get it homie I be a orange mouth Drinkin yellow drank nigga I might be with Qute, Puff and Green gank nigga You know we get each other Like the Get It Boyz Any rapper step to me he will get destroyed Letras de cancionesCause I'm the Marvin day of my time And if you so hot why your video ain't retired bitch [Chorus: x2] [Lil' Flip: Verse 2] Me and Z-Ro the kings You better do your math And this shit i'm spittin bitch I ain't use a pad I might bruise you bad Just to mo your ass Come down to Texas, and I bet the crowd boo yo' ass A lenny got you gas nigga you ain't hotter then Twista Jet on make you a gangsta, and neither do a pistol Hood beef, is hood beef We supposed to keep it in the hood This nigga ain't from Houston Texas why y'all make him look good I can tell he ain't real Cause when the cameras come on He got to put his grill in and pat his makeup on, huh No hummers we got four four Four hummers sittin' on no mo In the lab me and Toad down state blowin dro We ride around in dem drops Sixteen switches it hot Now stop, I know your lookin at my watch (Wooh) Now it's time for me to end this verse Because I'm tired nigga since I'm the Boston your fired nigga [Chorus: x2] [Z-Ro: Verse 3] Y'all know my niggaz ridin On the front line none of my niggaz are hidin Glidin, on twenty two inches when I'm ridin Custom made jewelry from Johnny got me ride Hold up my nigga you don't want to go up Thats what mo city militia only goes up From my body step again my name yells up Yell me yell up won't fuck up See me rollin around on my big ass rims Bake any top blue jeans come back around ten Cream does its scenes big gunz another dem bitch hard dease don't want none of dem Non about stick the game hood came me Fuck about a nigga where a Sucka can't free Remad of y'all of y'all is what you fellas can't be that block is the D.J. of E.A.D. D.J. is in tha topic barber shop like a fan talkin about me hard to stop I'm a real nigga and plus I like to squart a lot Man niggaz heard me talk on the ben talk a lot You gon fuck as a nigga when I Squart or not Payin job is runnin or a twelve a shot When a bitch is gonna pay me he better pay me Cause when I better call or not or I'ma cause a lot I'ma punch every body in yo' block right now Bitch nigga try to make it get out my sight right now I'ma be quite or wit a white light right now Oh you think you got hands we can fight right now It's the king of the ghetto and dem Clover G's Late night in the studio blowin trees I'ma bout to jump in the big whole and let the girls sick him and then they find yo' ass We gon seal the seas [Chorus: x2] From Letras Mania