Flip And Rip Lyrics

Flip And Rip lyrics

DJ KLC] 

 Yo Mia.  I got the firest beat and I want you and Mac to bust off it. 

 So who goin first? 

 [Mia X] 

 It don't matter to me, Boo. 

 [DJ KLC] 

 Well, we gone flip for it.  Call it in the air. 

 [Mia X] 

 Heads. 

 [Mac] 

 Tails 

 [Mia X] 

 Mac, you up first. 

 [Mac] 

 Say, KL.  Since I gotta go first and shit I'ma kick this shit one more time


 for the old fake ass niggas who thought I lost it.  Ya heard me?  Check it 

  

 Verse One:  Mac 

  

 Street camo 

 Cover my flesh 

 I'm one of the best in the contests 

 They steppin to Mac without a vest on they chest 

 If all you wanted was rest 

 Then I'm your Nyquil guy 

 Your night time sniffin and stuffiness 

 I kill with one shot 

 The murder murder verses 

 Quench lunatic's thirsts 

 I get pussy from nurses 

 Comin from churches 

 The camouflage A-S-S A-S-S I-N 

 I'm deadlier with my pen 

 Then niggas with the mac 10 

 But that was back then 

 In 98 I'm strapped 

 Cuz I'm on the map 

 Ain't afraid to bust a cap 

 And I get paid for bustin raps 

 I like them ghetto girls 

 Y'all can have them super models 

 Cuz gangsta bitches got bodies like Coke bottles 

 I get the game from my nigga V9 

 I get the beats off the 3-9 

 Them niggas can't see mine 

 I'm lyrically a therapist 

 A fuckin terrorist 

 Boom Boom! 

 I never miss 

 I'm on the next level 

  

 Chorus:  repeat 2X [Mia X and Mac] 

  

 Well I'ma flip it like this 

 And I'ma rip it like that 

 And I'ma rip it like that 

 And I'ma flip it like this 

  

 Verse Two:  Mia X 

  

 When the smoke clears 

 I'ma still be here nigga 

 Mic in my hand 

 Rowdy doin the rip the rapper dance 

 I set the lines behind the fallen emcees that challenge me 

 You cross my path 

 You gets flipped in my wrath 

 The aftermath left bitches quiet as fuck 

 Like when the neighbors saw the crim and the cops came up 

 I rips it up from the gut 

 Like Jack the Shanka Man 

 Chasin hoes down with the knife in his hand 

 The better man's gone be Mama 

 And you know this nigga 

 On the top or the bottom 

 I'ma show this nigga 

 He's goin to sleep 

 I'm too deep 

 The lady alligator 

 Stick your seven inches in the swamp 

 And I'ma fade ya 

 I made you motherfuckers recognize the south 

 For the gumbo flava comin out my mouth 

 About drama 

 Bout paper 

 Bout settin it off 

 Fuck the verbal fantasies 

 My shit is real y'all. 

  

 Chorus:  X4 

  

 Verse Three:  Mac and Mia X 

  

 [Mac] 

 Pass me the mic 

 And let me dig into they chests 

 Like AK bullets through they proof vests 

 In a shootin fest 

 I murder emcees like media 

 Mac the street encyclopedia 

 Who wanna test me? 

 Bless me with somethin knottin 

 Bitches who start pussy poppin 

 Rhyme I quote em 

 Nines I told em 

 Like wallets 

 I'm rock solid 

 And I like it when they suck and swallow it 

 I'm hardcore 

 Fuck that slangin and shit 

 Cuz when I'm on the mic 

 Niggas be bangin and shit 

  

 [Mia] 

 I love them buck wild crowds 

 Mama be center stage 

 Throwin lyrics at them niggas 

 Like hand grenades 

 You can' take the projects out of a bitch like me 

 Six figures make me throw bigger block parties 

 Still warm my bed with a thug nigga of course (fo sho) 

 Still in the mix with all them messy ass hoes 

 Still bust a freestyle with my camouflage son 

 Off top, then leave the studio with my gun cocked 

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