DJ Drama - 99 Problemz (But Lil' Flip Ain't One) Freestyle lyrics

[T.I. talking] Live and direct from the traps of the A-town, n***a West side, Bankhead, n***a Pimp Squad Clique, n***a Grand Hustle, pimp Say I'm mad, huh? Your f*ggot a** gon' be mad in a minute (Sissy a** n***a) (Hey, let's go, n***a) I'mma hit your f*ggot a** in the mouth when I see ya, n***a f** what you heard, homie, leprechaun a** n***a King of the place called home of the ba** He emerged at the trap, from the zone of the flake Caught a case, and he still keep a chrome on his waist For the haters in the face gettin' thrown in the way Like a p**y n***a named Lil' Wesley, tryna test me On your best behavior what your f*ggot a** best be Choose words carefully when you address me You ain't gotta like me, but you're gonna respect me (Or else) or else you get wet like a jet ski Take ten of these and live, that'll impress me Say I wanna rap on your songs but you ain't let me See you on the front of The Source, like that upset me f** you in the a**, I ain't mad 'bout sh** Try Tip, shot quick, that's all your a** gon' get And I ain't finna put a mask on, Flip I'mma empty out the clip and your a** gon' flip Bet your mom and your dad gon' trip But them the consequences try to mash on Tip n***a, lyrically I'll murk you Physically I'll hurt you You ain't never ran the streets, you had a curfew p**y n***a playing with me, you'll be in the dirt soon Look you in the eye see you sweet like perfume (muah) So go on, keep running you dick s**ers I'mma swing, show the world that you just a big s**er Daddy shoulda got some head, bet he wish he woulda worn rubber But he didn't, so now I guess the world gotta suffer You the kind of wa*ksta, gangsta's done had enough of So I'mma take pride when I ride through and bust you Tip will be the reason for the saddest day your momma seen When I let this K slay a n***a like the Drama King Better find a n***a to try, n***a I ain't the one I got 99 problems, Lil Flip ain't one (ha, hey, hey) I got 99 problems, Lil Flip ain't one This p**y n***a wanna beef well he find him some I got 99 problems, Lil Flip ain't one (ha, hey, hey) I said, I got 99 problems, Lil Flip ain't one f**, boy you wanted beef, well you found you some I got 99 problems, Lil Flip ain't one [Lil Flip] Scarface the king of the South [T.I.] p**y n***a, shut the f** up I'm cool with Face and even he know that you're a s**er Paul Wall runnin' Texas along with Slim Thug Mike Jones, ESG, and Z-Ro some real hustlers Never been a Botany Boy, you just a buster Never been seen outside on the Southside s**a n***a puttin' on like you run sh** After Third go to jail with this leprechaun sh** Half the time you don't like what I'm saying then buck n***a, swing when you see me, n***a, I don't give a f**! Cause I know you just a lame and your partners ain't tough Know your aim ain't sh** and know your fight game s** So I couldn't image you what G's would wanna listen to Just some kids, women, and a lot of h*mos**uals I'm a stand up guy man I'm into principle All you do is lie, and everything you say is fictional I demand my respect, I'll die about that But I'mma hit you with the tek, and let you lie about that So keep me out your raps or this sh** ain't done I got 99 Problems, Lil Flip ain't one (come on) I say, 99 problems, Lil Flip ain't one p**y n***a wanted beef well he found him some I got 99 probelms, Lil Flip ain't one [T.I. talking] Lil who? Say f**, n***a I heard you talking about me, n***a You wanna see me, n***a? Come see me, n***a ATL, Westside, Zone 1, you understand that, n***a? (Bankhead) Mattafact, I'll come see you, n***a In the suburban area of Houston, n***a, I know you can't come to the city, n***a f** boy n***a, wasn't you a janitor in highschool? You s**a a** n***a, you thought we forgot? n***a Hump said he made you put on the mothaf**ing leprechaun suit, n***a You talkin' bout you got rich off that sh**, n***a You ain't even get no car n***a till this next album (You lil' bow tie wearing a** n***a) And it's leased too, n***a You better not go over 20,000 miles, n***a, that's fifteen hundred extra You know what I'm saying, you s**a a** n***a (Top hat wearing a** n***a) n***a, how I'm livin'? n***a what? n***a, n***a You rented that mo'f**ing house in Galveston, n***a for six thousand, n***a You think I didn't know about that, don't ya, n***a? I'mma expose yo' p**y a** n***a You ho a** n***a Wait till I see ya, I'mma slap you in them white gold teeth you got n***a That ain't no mothaf**ing platinum, 30 g's my a**, n***a (ha) n***a, you must've forgot, n***a, Paul Wall made grills, n***a, that's my mothaf**ing partner, n***a 30 g's my mothaf**ing a**, n***a I'mma get a grill, n***a, just to show yo' motherf**ing a** what 30 g's look like f** boy (ha) Lil Flip, man, how dare you, for real, man King of the mothaf**ing South, n***a The audacity of this ho n***a, man can you believe it? Lil Flip, man, will you get me one of them bow tie's and one of them top hats, n***a, please, I need one A glitter bow ties, and one of them top hats I want... This halloween I wanna be the leprechaun, this halloween Could I please get a glitter bow tie and a top hat, please? And my very own pot of gold to squat over like a little b**h, you s**a a** sweet boy n***a n***a, I'll mothaf**ing beat yo' a**, man You gon' make a n***a do somethin' to yo' little p**y a** Keep on talkin', n***a I'm done with you for now, n***a, I'll be back, though I'm done with you for the moment Ha (gunshot) [Lil Flip] And I'll adore you, I'll treat you like milk I'll do nothing but spoil you