[Chorus x2: Lil' Flip] 

You know my niggaz ridin, I hope you niggaz hidin 

You know my niggaz ridin, I hope you niggaz hidin 

You know my niggaz ridin, I hope you niggaz hidin 

Cause it's the Art of War, when I cruisin lyin 

(Wooh, Wooh, Wooh) 



[Lil' Flip: Verse 1] 

You see the pain in my eyez 

Bitch I ain't never scared 

Lightin the flame i'm smokin my chain anywhere 

A lot of niggaz tryin go against gangaz come 

Every since March 27 I ain't forget to bring my gun 

I took one and I ain't tryin to take no more 

So before, get at me I'ma get you hoe 

I keep a lot of dough I'm livin like the Godfather 

And I just bought three carrots for my Goddaughter 

Christain get over my chicks, this rappin shit made me rich 

I smell like curv when I pitch 

Nigga you get it homie 

I be a orange mouth 

Drinkin yellow drank nigga 

I might be with Qute, Puff and Green gank nigga 

You know we get each other 

Like the Get It Boyz 

Any rapper step to me he will get destroyed 

Cause I'm the Marvin day of my time 

And if you so hot why your video ain't retired bitch 



[Chorus: x2] 



[Lil' Flip: Verse 2] 

Me and Z-Ro the kings 

You better do your math 

And this shit i'm spittin bitch 

I ain't use a pad 

I might bruise you bad 

Just to mo your ass 

Come down to Texas, and I bet the crowd boo yo' ass 

A lenny got you gas nigga you ain't hotter then Twista 

Jet on make you a gangsta, and neither do a pistol 

Hood beef, is hood beef 

We supposed to keep it in the hood 

This nigga ain't from Houston Texas why y'all make him look good 

I can tell he ain't real 

Cause when the cameras come on 

He got to put his grill in and pat his makeup on, huh 

No hummers we got four four 

Four hummers sittin' on no mo 

In the lab me and Toad down state blowin dro 

We ride around in dem drops 

Sixteen switches it hot 

Now stop, I know your lookin at my watch (Wooh) 

Now it's time for me to end this verse 

Because I'm tired nigga since I'm the Boston your fired nigga 



[Chorus: x2] 



[Z-Ro: Verse 3] 

Y'all know my niggaz ridin 

On the front line none of my niggaz are hidin 

Glidin, on twenty two inches when I'm ridin 

Custom made jewelry from Johnny got me ride 

Hold up my nigga you don't want to go up 

Thats what mo city militia only goes up 

From my body step again my name yells up 

Yell me yell up won't fuck up 

See me rollin around on my big ass rims 

Bake any top blue jeans come back around ten 

Cream does its scenes big gunz another dem bitch hard dease don't want none of dem 

Non about stick the game hood came me 

Fuck about a nigga where a Sucka can't free 

Remad of y'all of y'all is what you fellas can't be that block is the D.J. of E.A.D. 

D.J. is in tha topic barber shop like a fan talkin about me hard to stop 

I'm a real nigga and plus I like to squart a lot 

Man niggaz heard me talk on the ben talk a lot 

You gon fuck as a nigga when I Squart or not 

Payin job is runnin or a twelve a shot 

When a bitch is gonna pay me he better pay me 

Cause when I better call or not or I'ma cause a lot 

I'ma punch every body in yo' block right now 

Bitch nigga try to make it get out my sight right now 

I'ma be quite or wit a white light right now 

Oh you think you got hands we can fight right now 

It's the king of the ghetto and dem Clover G's 

Late night in the studio blowin trees 

I'ma bout to jump in the big whole and let the girls sick him and then they find yo' ass 

We gon seal the seas 



[Chorus: x2]