50 Cent, Schoolboy Q - Flip on You lyrics

50, uh scHoolboy Q
Haha

Smiling? Nigga you gon' make me Flip On You!
You gon' make me flip this knife
Out do some shit to you!
Nigga you gon' make me Flip On You!
Nigga you gon' make me you gon'
Make me Flip On You!
Nigga you gon' make me Flip On You!
You gon make me pull the strap out
Do some shit to you!
Nigga you gon' make me Flip On You!
Nigga you ain't gon' be moving
When this clip is through!

Nigga, I'm the one that bought
All them bitches out
Got a G-A T this MVP don't run his mouth
Nigga
You gon' make me fill this clip for you
You gon' make me unload then
Reload 'em number 2
Nigga, I've been known to get them Oxys off
I believe in God
But cross my heart this nine go off
Nigga, I'm from the Mecca of the Groove
The Hoover Crip, i grew up on Figg I had
To dodge them County Blues
Live my life behind the rules
Running from the cops
Smash the rocks up under my shoes
Spit out the eighth that once, hid in my face
Bounce spring over the gate
Didn't get caught
I guess my escape, nigga was fate
I love the block and all the
Dogs that kept me safe
Now it's, back to adding
Points to the crime rate
Get slumped in your drive way
You gon' make me hurt your boy
You gon' make me put that work in boy
You gon' make me get to murkin' boy

Smiling? Nigga you gon' make me Flip On You!
You gon' make me flip this knife
Out do some shit to you!
Nigga you gon' make me Flip On You!
Nigga you gon' make me you gon'
Make me Flip On You!
Nigga you gon' make me Flip On You!
You gon make me pull the strap out
Do some shit to you!
Nigga you gon' make me Flip On You!
Nigga you ain't gon' be moving
When this clip is through!

Focus on money, I'm in and out ass fast
She loosen up against the wall
Like a NASCAR crash got a bunch of enemies
I count my friends on one hand
Ghetto philosphy, watch me
I got a hundred scams
Like we could make a few dollars
That there a hundred grams i got a gift
I communicate with the afterlife
Apparently, your bitch ass ain't acting right
Niggas killed your man
You ain't gon' get him back?
What? You is tired out? Why you
Ain't get around to that?
You wander, I travel, I have a destination
I'll be a street legend new
Version of Pappy Mason
My style? It'll never die, boy I'm immortal
You shoot me down
I'll get back up and keep coming for you
Man on fire, hitman for hire
Them niggas got happy they thought
I was gon' retire
Now they bitch giving me head, I'm the man
A man admires what's up?

Smiling? Nigga you gon' make me Flip On You!
You gon' make me flip this knife
Out do some shit to you!
Nigga you gon' make me Flip On You!
Nigga you gon' make me you gon'
Make me Flip On You!
Nigga you gon' make me Flip On You!
You gon make me pull the strap out
Do some shit to you!
Nigga you gon' make me Flip On You!
Nigga you ain't gon' be moving
When this clip is through!