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    Lil' Flip / Lyrics

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    "8 Rulez" Lyrics

    Lil' Flip

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    [Chorus]
    1 - Never let a nigga know yo business
    2 - Always start what you finish
    3 - Stay on yo note don't slip
    4 - Be careful cause these streets are a trip
    5 - Always keep a glock in yo whip
    6 - Real niggaz stick to the script
    7 - Don't slang crack where you stay
    8 - Just don't do it okay

    [Lil' Flip]
    In my hood all you see is dope fiends and dope dealers
    Rats and roaches police and 4 wheelers
    Metro's gun shots liquor sto's
    30-year-old men chillin drinkin Michelob
    Stop signs but don't nobody ever stop
    Theres ten groups in my hood but don't nobody drop
    Plus the block is hot, and this dope game cold
    Through rain sleet or snow birds gotta get sold

    [Somebody]
    Birds get sold, I stand and watch the game unfold
    thang get thowed, I teach the grain get gain and blowed
    Exchange the dough
    Leave the scene wit no clue
    4 wheels gotta remember dont break the rules
    use your tool
    (Its kinda like you move you loose)
    If you don't fuck wit me I aint fuckin wit you

    [Lil' Flip]
    Respect the game 'til you see my weapons aim
    Nigga I aint a rookie I'm a veteran mayne

    [Chorus]

    [Lil' Flip]
    Hustle for yo whip, stack benjamins
    Buy a cookie cut it whip it ship it then im in the wind
    Back to home base, I'm on a paper chase
    I'm not a case catcher so I can't catch a case
    Money on my mind, and how am I gonna get it
    I dress like I'm broke but I'm really running the city
    Bricks turn into crumbs, gallons turn into one
    Drugs buyin, distributin
    Narcotics using guns
    Money, cash, hoes, swangin gas full
    If you don't pay the bills man thats all I know
    Hustlers never sleep and sleepers never hustle
    Down the interstate with a brick in my muffler
    Keep it on the low cause niggas be snitchin
    They'll do anything so they won't see prison
    Man you never know yo brother can be a snitch
    A month later undercovers checkin yo piss
    I'm off the block, somebody better call the cops
    I'm haulin rocks somebody better call the docks
    I'm shippin and handlin, when I'm not, chickens dismantle it
    The family don't feed me I feed the family

    [Chorus]
    This song was last modified on November 23rd, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Maurice Jordan, Wesley Weston, Shasta Moore.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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