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State Yo Name - Lil' Flip
I ain't leavin' mothaf**ka I'm back
You been away too long,
I can't do nothin' 'bout that
The 'hood askin' me
""why do Bleek a tragedy?""
And drive over Brooklyn bridge with Cassidy
I drove down Flushing,
In the Rove down Flushing
The 'hood show me love like
I was Hov down Flushing
Compton's most with the Yonkers flow
And I got love for Queens and the Bronx, fo' sho'
Got Swizz blowin' that Cali dro, mo' f**ka
And I get off shots like Allie Moe at the Rucker
Yeah, the bird flipper in
Houston with the syrup sipper
I'm nice around mics, word to Pippen
Got a mean knuckle game,
I learned my dippin'
In '87 when Tommy Hearns was stickin'
I hear niggas dissin',
Why you have to use Jay
Let that man retire mothaf**ka it's a new day
State your name, gangsta (Lil Flippa)
Where you representin'? (Houston)
You gon' hold it down? (You damn right)
Enough said ni**a!
I'll take you back to the block,
Them automatics are cocked
Try to snatch my watch,
Your dumb a** gettin' shot
I got the block on lock
And when the sh*t get hot
I'ma switch up spots, oh boy
I'm breakin' bread with my homies,
I'm bustin' lead at you phonies
F**k your b**ch when
She lonely that's every other night
I'll flip your wife with a dream,
They call me Hustle Man
Ni**a my money too big for a rubba band
I'm a veteran, givin' fiends they medicine
I'm in Compton with Game bumpin'""Let Me In""
My ni**a Will in the pen,
He 'bout to come home
Hey tell these niggas
I made a million off a ringtone
I got a Spring home down in Tampa Bay
I was raised off of Scarface and UGK
Now it's my turn, I want that Puff money
Matter fact, that ain't even enough money
State your name, gangsta (Cassidy, ni**a)
Where you representin'? (Philly, Pistolvania)
You gon' hold it down? (You already know)
Enough said, ni**a!
The streets wave ahead Cass cause
They know the industry fed Cass
I got these chicks cryin' like tear gas
Used to sell dirt w**d,
Couldn't even put it in clear bags
But years passed,
Now my thugs puffin' like air bags
You might see me out in Houston,
On Flip' block
With a sick watch, in an old
School drop with a ripped top
Forget it, I got sh*t locked, ni**a my sh*t hot
I'm the best that did it since Big Pop
Out in the west coast with Game
I let the toaster bang
Or cut you more times than
The cards in a poker game
Cause most you lames wanna
Solve my battle with Free
All y'all wanna battle for free
See if you ain't got millions to bet
Or put your deal on the desk
You ain't real and I don't feel you a threat
So I suggest you get off my dick
And go vote or somethin'
Before you get the sawed off
And tossed off a boat or somethin'
