Flip 2 Rip Lyrics

Flip 2 Rip lyrics

Artist: Mia X 
Album: Mama Drama 
Title: Flip 2 Rip 

featuring
Mac

[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
What?!