We Got It lyrics

by

Lil Flip


Whoooaaaaa
I'm the streets
What you know 'bout it?
We got what you need man

[Hook]
You want that cocaine?
We got it
You want that heroin?
We got it
Cause I'm a thug
T-H-U-G
Cause I'm a thug
T-H-U-G
Look I'm a thug
T-H-U-G
I said all of the above


[Verse]
I'm spectacular, I bite your neck like dracula
I'm flippin' in my Acura
Cause Flip still a bachelor
I'm smokin' on tarantula
Flip a key just like the spatula
Got a b*tch by the name of Pamela
Wit a cousin named Tamara
She posin' for my camera
Cause she know a n*gga a star
She know I'm the type to buy the club
n*gga f*ck tryin' to buy the f*ckin' bar
That's who we are, aye
In the streets n*ggas act like they your friend but them n*gga is your enemy
They just come around to smoke your weed and drink your hennesy (I ain't no hoe)
I ain't never been a n*gga that would run from a muthaf*ckin' fight
I'm the n*gga that run to the fight
I'm the n*gga wit the muthaf*ckin' calico c*cked wit a light
One to the head, one to the back
Kill a n*gga just like that over one stack
Cause my n*ggas gangstas ya n*ggas wankstas and we'll kill 'em, thank you
I don't give a damn 'bout you or ya muthaf*ckin' crew
Tell me what you what the f*ck you wanna do
If the n*gga wanna box we'll box
After that we box and put ya n*ggas in a muthaf*ckin' box
I been callin' the shots
A lot of n*ggas get in the game and get a lil' fame
Sell a couple of ringtones think they bosses
Tell a n*gga to come to my hood and my n*ggas take they crosses
Whatyouknow 'bout comin' up in the hood sellin' keys tryin' to get out
Whatyouknow 'bout try to rob another n*gga just come it's a muthaf*ckin' drop
Yeah n*gga I live it, yeah n*gga whatever I say is real
I don't just make words rhyme
Muthaf*cka I was really sellin' that
Really sellin' them nine's, sellin' them blocks, sellin' them k's
Gotta get the block, gotta move a mill, gotta move 'em out
Gotta watch out for the muthaf*ckin' cops
Undercovers will get ya, put ya behind a cell like in jail can't get no mail
Gotta put ya b*tch on the ground
But she can't watch the muthaf*ckin' trap all the time (damn)
So what you gon' do hustler? You a king pin
How much cocaine n*gga you bring in?
I hear ya records and ya records sound real nice
Except I'm not you n*gga, I don't write
I'm on some other sh*t, some sh*t you ain't known
I spit metaphors, I spit homophones
Embedded chromosomes, check my DNA
I'm always winnin' first place in a relay
I'm a marathon runner, n*gga you a sprinter
I'm a green label Bentley dropper you a rental
I'm a sinner, I sin again but I repented
Sin after I do it, cause I went through it
I'm true to it, the streets, f*ck the beef
Cause if I'm still walkin' around n*gga it ain't no beef
Go to police, but n*gga they can't help ya
Cause just like some muthaf*ckin' wax the K will melt ya
Put ya kids in a shelter cause daddy was a di*khead
All you had to do was come on time wit Lil' Flip's bread
But when these n*ggas play wit me, I don't lose my temper
I use my pistol, then spit on instrumentals
It's critical, I'm the type of n*gga that'll get at you
Get rid of you, hell yeah n*gga now you miserable
Will kill 'til you lose, he don't pay no dues
If you play by the rules, homeboy them keys will get move
But if you hate on a n*gga like me cause a n*gga like me I got respect
Cause a n*gga like me in a G-5 jet, hand on my muthaf*ckin' 'tec
Reppin' my set, Cloverland
Ain't no holdin' hands cause I'm a muthaf*ckin' pimp
Still eat shrimp, still get head from ya b*tch on the first attempt
Never been a wimp, always been a fighter
Gimme the lighter cause I got the fire
These hoe ass producers in the game never wanna sign work for hires
Grab the plyers, got pullin' they teeth
Grab the plyers, got pullin' they piece
Gotta let a n*gga know don't play wit Flip, cause he a muthaf*ckin' don fo' sure
Oh no you ain't know hoe, I got n*ggas in 3rd Ward that'll put a pistol to ya
I got n*ggas in Iraq that'll send a missile to ya
Real ass n*gga I'm a trill ass n*gga don't play no games wit lames
Got a whole bunch of money got a whole bunch of change I can put a lil' on ya brain
For a stack, I can get ya whacked
For two I can get two
For three I can get the whole family we'll spray at ya randomly
It's a casualty, yeah n*gga don't battle me
Cause a n*gga gettin' money like Master P
I rather be livin' so lavishly, I got ya b*tch home back wit me
On my jet ski, Wayne Gretzky say he got ice
Lil' Flip got a whole bunch of ice, got a whole bunch of Nikes
Got a whole bunch of hoes yeah a whole bunch of dykes n*gga you can get one
Gimme a g, gimme a beat, I'll show ya how to have some fun
I'll show ya how to bust a gun, I'll show ya how to turn from a soldier to a don
Don Ron these n*ggas hate us, they hate to congratulate
These n*ggas get behind ya and hate, well they rather late
Cause my success has been happening for 12 years
Almost 13, close the curtains
I'm in that Maybach, that sh*t ya always see
That sh*t ya never had, I'm in there blowin' weed
It came wit a refrigerator, I'm watchin' "The Terminator"
That n*gga the governor, haaaa, n*gga I'm lovin' the
Hustle the way that I grind, I can get on any plane
I can spit a freestyle and leave it on any grain
Anybody complains that means they ain't a grinder
You can put up your rolex my breitling watch it blind ya
25 karats on my muthaf*ckin' grill
Yes I pay the cost to be the boss
You see the cross, n*gga it's all frost
Where you been n*gga? I'm number 1
Cloverland southside of H-Town that's where I'm comin' from
Still pack my 'tomic gun, still packin' the calico
Still go to war for my n*ggas just like we at the Alamo, ploooww!
Hit the ground you see me bussin'
n*gga cause when I'm comin' repercussions ain't nothin'
I, empty the drum
I'll, empty in one
2 to his face, murder was the case
Leave the cops on the high speed chase, I'm a getaway
Cause I got 'Diplomatic Immunity' just like Jim and Cam', and Juelz
Oh yeah you see my je-wels? Haha
I made the song 'Spinners'
So I, got to ride the ride on chrome spinners
Play wit me now, cause I got the f*ckin' cake wit me now
Yessir, the baddest b*tches say they wanna stay for me now
But pray for me now, I'm hustlin' on the edge
One slip, and I can get caught up by the feds
For one flip, I can get make a whole lotta bread
I ridin' for Gudda and the Dream Team until I'm dead
[Hook]
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