(*talking*)
Oh (oh) oh (oh) this what the streets been asking fa
The real Kings Lil Flip and Z-Ro ha-ha-ha
Clover Gz and Rap-A-Lot different labels
But we both in the Screwed Up Click lets go

[Lil Flip]
Look me and my niggaz we fifty deep with them triggas
Im a school boy yeah right I run with them killas
Afilliated with pimps I know too many cats
Ive been rapping eight years I got too many placks
Now when I run in your crib and take your son out the crib
And put the gun to his bib now its one in his ribs

[Z-Ro]
I stay in and out of the jail house I can afford to bail out
You can call me the post man all I do is follow my mail route
I got a stank ass attitude excuse me nigga you have to move
See these big old niggaz Im walking with theres some behind you too
Dont want us to trip you dont wanna see this extended clip
Be on the lookout for Z-Ro and Lil Flip this is history in the making ya bitch

[Lil Flip]
Now Im back with my crew like we aint got nothing to do
So if you beefing with them then Im beefing with you
Im the King of the South you see the ring and the house
Im a major playa like Mean Green in the South
So if I kick in your do and put my dick in your hoe
Give me the brick in the flo now its time to go

[Z-Ro]
When I roll I roll solo I got seven sets of fo dos
I got rid of all my old bitches to make way for some mo hoes
We are the real Kings god damn it my grill clean
I smoke and I still lean hit up C-Note or Will-Lean (why dat)
Cause I kicks it with my people f*ck friends they all turn evil
They might try to do me something lethal
All yall niggaz claiming to be cold can deal with my heater

[Lil Flip]
Oh no I flip digits like Puffy I slay niggaz like Buffy
You a fag I refuse to let a label f*ck me
Cause Im calling the shots my favorite rapper is Pac
Nigga I was stealing cars when you was wiping your snot
So when I blow up your office and rob one of your bosses
I cant take no losses you know how crunk the South is
Hell yeah we throw bows for really we blow dro and Phillys
I get three dollas with this you only getting a penny
This skinny nigga will never be in my position
How you gon fight when you got malnutrition
So when I stomp your ass and when I front your ass
And when I punch your ass you aint gon wanna talk no mo lets go

[Z-Ro]
Im a gangsta kin folk I stack and dont spend do
I got five percent tint on each and every one of my windows
Everytime the wind blows another Benjamin goes
Where the rest of the Benjamins go hoe Im paid for your info

[Lil Flip]
Im the rap LeBron better yet Im T-Mac
I was flipping work when you was playing pitty-pat
I take a brick from here then I move it on the East
I got New York niggaz paying 23
So when I hit your gut Im in my pick-up truck
I come to pick up bucks after that Im picking up sluts now lets ride