Lil' Flip - We Got It lyrics

Whoooaaaaa I'm the streets What you know 'bout it? We got what you need man [Hook] You want that c**aine? We got it You want that h**n? We got it Cause I'm a thug T-H-U-G Cause I'm a thug T-H-U-G Look I'm a thug T-H-U-G I said all of the above [Verse] I'm spectacular, I bite your neck like dracula I'm flippin' in my Acura Cause Flip still a bachelor I'm smokin' on tarantula Flip a key just like the spatula Got a b**h by the name of Pamela Wit a cousin named Tamara She posin' for my camera Cause she know a n***a a star She know I'm the type to buy the club n***a f** tryin' to buy the f**in' bar That's who we are, aye In the streets n***as act like they your friend but them n***a is your enemy They just come around to smoke your weed and drink your hennesy (I ain't no hoe) I ain't never been a n***a that would run from a muthaf**in' fight I'm the n***a that run to the fight I'm the n***a wit the muthaf**in' calico co*ked wit a light One to the head, one to the back k** a n***a just like that over one stack Cause my n***as gangstas ya n***as wa*kstas and we'll k** 'em, thank you I don't give a damn 'bout you or ya muthaf**in' crew Tell me what you what the f** you wanna do If the n***a wanna box we'll box After that we box and put ya n***as in a muthaf**in' box I been callin' the shots A lot of n***as get in the game and get a lil' fame Sell a couple of ringtones think they bosses Tell a n***a to come to my hood and my n***as take they crosses Whatyouknow 'bout comin' up in the hood sellin' keys tryin' to get out Whatyouknow 'bout try to rob another n***a just come it's a muthaf**in' drop Yeah n***a I live it, yeah n***a whatever I say is real I don't just make words rhyme Muthaf**a I was really sellin' that Really sellin' them nine's, sellin' them blocks, sellin' them k's Gotta get the block, gotta move a mill, gotta move 'em out Gotta watch out for the muthaf**in' cops Undercovers will get ya, put ya behind a cell like in jail can't get no mail Gotta put ya b**h on the ground But she can't watch the muthaf**in' trap all the time (damn) So what you gon' do hustler? You a king pin How much c**aine n***a you bring in? I hear ya records and ya records sound real nice Except I'm not you n***a, I don't write I'm on some other sh**, some sh** you ain't known I spit metaphors, I spit h*mophones Embedded chromosomes, check my DNA I'm always winnin' first place in a relay I'm a marathon runner, n***a you a sprinter I'm a green label Bentley dropper you a rental I'm a sinner, I sin again but I repented Sin after I do it, cause I went through it I'm true to it, the streets, f** the beef Cause if I'm still walkin' around n***a it ain't no beef Go to police, but n***a they can't help ya Cause just like some muthaf**in' wax the K will melt ya Put ya kids in a shelter cause daddy was a dickhead All you had to do was come on time wit Lil' Flip's bread But when these n***as play wit me, I don't lose my temper I use my pistol, then spit on instrumentals It's critical, I'm the type of n***a that'll get at you Get rid of you, hell yeah n***a now you miserable Will k** 'til you lose, he don't pay no dues If you play by the rules, homeboy them keys will get move But if you hate on a n***a like me cause a n***a like me I got respect Cause a n***a like me in a G-5 jet, hand on my muthaf**in' 'tec Reppin' my set, Cloverland Ain't no holdin' hands cause I'm a muthaf**in' pimp Still eat shrimp, still get head from ya b**h on the first attempt Never been a wimp, always been a fighter Gimme the lighter cause I got the fire These hoe a** producers in the game never wanna sign work for hires Grab the plyers, got pullin' they teeth Grab the plyers, got pullin' they piece Gotta let a n***a know don't play wit Flip, cause he a muthaf**in' don fo' sure Oh no you ain't know hoe, I got n***as in 3rd Ward that'll put a pistol to ya I got n***as in Iraq that'll send a missile to ya Real a** n***a I'm a trill a** n***a don't play no games wit lames Got a whole bunch of money got a whole bunch of change I can put a lil' on ya brain For a stack, I can get ya whacked For two I can get two For three I can get the whole family we'll spray at ya randomly It's a casualty, yeah n***a don't battle me Cause a n***a gettin' money like Master P I rather be livin' so lavishly, I got ya b**h home back wit me On my jet ski, Wayne Gretzky say he got ice Lil' Flip got a whole bunch of ice, got a whole bunch of Nikes Got a whole bunch of hoes yeah a whole bunch of dykes n***a you can get one Gimme a g, gimme a beat, I'll show ya how to have some fun I'll show ya how to bust a gun, I'll show ya how to turn from a soldier to a don Don Ron these n***as hate us, they hate to congratulate These n***as get behind ya and hate, well they rather late Cause my success has been happening for 12 years Almost 13, close the curtains I'm in that Maybach, that sh** ya always see That sh** ya never had, I'm in there blowin' weed It came wit a refrigerator, I'm watchin' "The Terminator" That n***a the governor, haaaa, n***a I'm lovin' the Hustle the way that I grind, I can get on any plane I can spit a freestyle and leave it on any grain Anybody complains that means they ain't a grinder You can put up your rolex my breitling watch it blind ya 25 karats on my muthaf**in' grill Yes I pay the cost to be the boss You see the cross, n***a it's all frost Where you been n***a? I'm number 1 Cloverland southside of H-Town that's where I'm comin' from Still pack my 'tomic gun, still packin' the calico Still go to war for my n***as just like we at the Alamo, ploooww! Hit the ground you see me bussin' n***a cause when I'm comin' repercussions ain't nothin' I, empty the drum I'll, empty in one 2 to his face, murder was the case Leave the cops on the high speed chase, I'm a getaway Cause I got 'Diplomatic Immunity' just like Jim and Cam', and Juelz Oh yeah you see my je-wels? Haha I made the song 'Spinners' So I, got to ride the ride on chrome spinners Play wit me now, cause I got the f**in' cake wit me now Yessir, the baddest b**hes say they wanna stay for me now But pray for me now, I'm hustlin' on the edge One slip, and I can get caught up by the feds For one flip, I can get make a whole lotta bread I ridin' for Gudda and the Dream Team until I'm dead [Hook]