7-1-3 (Remix) lyrics

(Intro)
Junior talk that ole hustling talk
I was gon tell his daddy, but I found
Out his daddy was a damn hustla

Lil' Flip, representing 7-1-3 n*gga yeah...

[Lil' Flip]
You know I'm back on the scene, with a pocket full of green
It's Lil' Flip, I'm the Freestyle King
So extra extra, read all about it
Guess who went platinum when, everybody doubt it
Me, and ain't sh*t for free
I'm on your track, cause I'm a hard emcee
Don't hate on me, cause you a scrub
Summertime, I'm riding Dubz
Feeling good, representing where I stay
I got a H, and I got a AK
So don't play, cause I got gats
Summertime I'm on Dubz, n*gga how you love that
I got the plack for the King, I got the
Platinum plack n*gga, size me up for the ring
Cause I'm a champion, you a loser
You f*ck around with me, and I'll bruise you
Real break your neck, n*gga now you eating
Out a straw, playing with a man you a boy
My paper grown, how you fold that
How the f*ck you hating, and you ain't gold yet
How you hating, when you ain't even went platinum
n*gga what the f*ck is going on, why you capping
You acting like you a star, but ain't nobody buying your sh*t
You dummy, you the dumbest in the click
Cause, you wanna act like you hard and sh*t
But real n*ggas like me know, that you fraud and sh*t
Cause you a faker, you ain't no motherf*cking gangsta
Like 50 Cent say, you just a wanksta
How you claim to be a hustla, when you flat broke
My n*gga I'm stepping out, in a mink coat
I got blue, black, red (red)
I got a lot of girls, some of em give me head
Some of em give me bread, when my money get low
I use to f*ck, one three days in a row
But she wouldn't let me drive her car
So I found me a b*tch, with a Jaguar
Now I got, two herbs in mind
So don't try and jack, cause I'll burst a nine
That's one shot, two shot, three shot, fo'
And if you don't die, I'ma shoot five mo'
Yeah n*gga, I'm on my grind
I'm just like Nas, I'm a mastermind
You got a plan, before you try to do something
Get a rubber, before you try to screw something
(*talking*)
Yeah ha-ha, it's your boy Lil' Flip man
I represent the 7-1-3, n*gga
Shouts out to all my n*ggas in H-Town
Big H.A.W.K., Chris Ward, (Pokey), Z-Ro
3-2, (Big Moe), all my n*ggas in H-Town
(Lil Troy), Wise Guys, (T-2), can't forget
Who else I'm leaving out in this motherf*cker
Shouts out to the motherf*cking Walston, you know
All the Houston n*ggas getting they money
C-Note, Willean, that's how we doing it
Who else we forget, can't forget
J-Mack and Mad Hatter, 97.9-97.1 House Party
All that sh*t, we repping this motherf*cking 7-1-3
n*gga, holla back, ha-ha, iight
Oh can't forget my n*gga Swamp, my bad dog
We can't forget Ron Wilson
He got the Lamborghini, you see it