[Lil' Flip]   Lord have mercy Jesus Christ   I know I'm doin' wrong but I'm tryna do right   I hustle day to day and night to night   Cause I'm tryna get paid awright   Y'all don't know about my rap wars   Alotta rappers use my name   Just so they can have the stores off the chain   But ain't nobody feelin' that shit   You on ya fifth tape nigga where's ya hit   No skits on my shit I got shit that's heated   Everytime I do shit you know shit be complete   It ain't no half steppin' my name ain't Daddy Kane   But I'ma hop out the Jag wid a big daddy chain   Iced out yellow rocks in the middle   Colourful rainbows is lookin' like skittles   I scratch and I scribble in my notepad when I'm feelin' mad   Cause now I'm doin' good I used to be doin' bad   I used to have go half on my lunch money   Now I got a money machine that help me count my money   I'm ballin' for real, platinum all in my grill   We turned 'em down but they still callin' for real      [Will Lean]   Yeh, say, I don't need your money   On the block niggas still got weed and money   Stash pot, sold bricks ducked in a car   In the kitchen I'm still touchin' it raw   On the highway I'm still buckin' the law   Fuck that I'll never be duckin' the law   I'm takin' shots ain't goin' back to jail   I'm a pimp, I can't be trapped in a cell   I'm eatin' shrimp, but I'm still makin' this mil   From H-Town, straight to A-T-L   We gettin' this money, we spittin' this money   And if you run up wrong then we splittin' these dummies   I'm takin' shots, a nigga goin' all out   And if I hit ya house I'm takin' a fuckin' wall out   You better back back, you better back up   Before I make this fuckin' mack act up   And take ya dome out, nigga   I'm comin' wid the chrome boss, trigga   I'm from the town where niggas make ya lay it down   Come up, and rob ya for ya ki's and pounds      Last real niggas alive   Clover G's, you ain't fuckin wid me