Represent - Lil' Flip, E.J. Carter

Lil' Flip, David Banner, Three Six Mafia

Houston Texas, Mississippi, Memphis Tenn. what?

They told me I can’t talk about ice no more

But they ain’t tell me I can’t start another fight no more

I get it crunk in the club, niggas get drunk in the club

When I perform me a ho, niggas get jumped in the club

But I’m used to that shit, so it ain’t no need to run

And just because you gotta gun don’t mean that’s the only one

So if you came here to chill nigga, just chill and shit

Cuz you ain’t gotta act like that I know you feelin' this shit

I bet, I bet I could hit with Juicy, Paul and Banner

I gotta holla at peaches, when I hit Atlanta

Cuz I’m fresh and I’m clean, with baugettes in my ring

I got my name on my jersey like I play with the team

I’mma H-Town nigga and we bang (SCREW TAPES!)

And them FEDS kick in yo door you about to (LOSE WEIGHT!)

So just take it like a man, don’t snitch on ya man

It’s Lil' Flip, representin' Clova Land

I’m reppin' H-Town till the day that I die

If you look me in the eyes you could tell I’m high

Yeah you could talk that talk, but you can’t walk that walk

Cuz when it’s time to ride nigga, I won’t get caught

I’m from the J the A the C to the K. Town, Mississippi bitch

And boy we’ll blow off ya face

Like Nicholas Cage, the way that I feel is trill

Fuck a dollar bill, I live for the slaves that got killed

From the white sheets walkin', snitch nigga talkin'

Dump him in the ditch and let them dogs start barkin'

Like WOOF!, nigga stop beggin' me please

How you gon' walk and talk shit if I blow off yo knees

I’ll have ya walkin' like a parrott do, stick foot pussy you

The boys play the law, so I’ll kill them holla maker’s too

I’m D.B.C., from the home of the G’s

And the V.L.'s, bustin' 17 in ya C-L.K

Ya body done got carried away

Mississippi til' I die bitch so have a nice day

Or a long ass night nigga

Yeah yo death is settin' in muthafucka ain’t no need for you to fight nigga

Throw yo sets up nigga, and raise em' real high

David Banner in this bitch, Mississippi til' I die

Now I’mma M-Town reppa, like no other

Mask on my face cause I ride undercover

I’mma mean-mugga, a nigga ho up from the show up

And stick the barrell down ya throat until you start to throw up

When I roll up, it is a hold up

Ain’t nothin' funny don’t breathe

Cause all I wanna hear is ching-ching

Like casino slots, or this hot Glock

Get cocked, leave a nigga shot in the parkin' lot

For his stash spot

No more gangstas in this bitch (this bitch)

With the tech’s with the extra clip (extra clips)

And you know that we runnin' this thang (this thang)

Nigga step, I’mma let my nuts hang (nuts hang)

You can get yo ass shot popped, put off in a head-lock

Knock til' you see some knots, hit em' with the phop-phop

Shot yeah you boys in shock, just the way the fish dropped

Memphis, Tenn. in this bitch thought you knew we don’t stop

We some M-Town niggas and we gonna turn it out

Memphis, Tenn. in this muthafucka ho, shut ya mouth