(feat. Jim Jones)

Lil Flip Jim Jones [repeat 4X]

[Chorus: Lil Flip - repeat 2X]
Yall dont want it with us yall dont want it with us
Yall dont want it with us (Clover Gs!)
Yall dont want it with us yall dont want it with us
Yall dont want it with us (Dip Set!)

[Verse 1: Lil Flip]
This sixteen bars of my brain I show my scars through my pain
I write my bars on the plane I bring my boys on the plane
Theres nothing like it I swear
Cant no other rappers compare
Cause I can spit it or write it
Just admit it you like it
Im the hottest around
Niggaz know how I get down
But this aint Making The Band
Im tired of shaking your hand
I got the piece to the puzzle Im on the streets when I hustle
I got the heat with the muzzle Okay (Okay)
You think you know it all but I proove to show it all
When I move you get one shot hope you dont blow it dog
Dont bite the hand that feeds you
You just a lukewarm bookworm nigga and believe me I can read you
Im tired of snakes and rats Im moving forward you pacing back
While Im in N.Y. collaborating blazing tracks
You gotta face the fact I got the only platinum plaque
I did it well even when Im gone my shitll sell

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Jim Jones]
Just let my movement protrude (Dips)
Or we will move on you dudes (F*ckers)
And you niggaz thats beefin okay Ill chew you like food (Yummy)
Dont get Houston confused (No)
Cause they music is screwed (Purple)
They aint slow for a second cause they sippin on lean
They will roll up with weapons the four-fifth and the beam (Boom!)
Get you tore up we stretch em you talk shit to my team (R.I.P.)
We controllin our section raw shit for the fiends (Ill smack you)
The boys controllin my section cause we gettin that cream (Squalie!)
And we roll in Rovers iced out birds and frozen clovers (Blingin!)
You know Im smokin dozers with that thing I roll with soldiers (East Side!)
So if you want it fam youll get it fam Ill hit you man (Unnh)
And when I grip that blam POP! POP! POP! Dip Set the fam

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Lil Flip]
Im ready to let you have it
Glocks and automatics
I put them in your chest
You shoulda wore your vest
Cause we comin to your house
With the forty cals
Dumpin twenty five rounds
Now bitch lay it down

[Jim Jones]
So when we pull up to clubs they say we known for the brawlin
And all these bottles Im poppin its uncontrollable ballin
Straight from the projects Im still cased up with charges
It only takes me three seconds to straight spray out a cartridge
Im prepared for the streets and I aint scared of police
You know my gangstas ride out we know to fliz with them heats
We cop cars with them spinners I be in Texas for breakfast
Sippin on Purple and Sprite and back in Harlem for dinner

[Chorus]