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    Lil' Flip / Lyrics

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    "It's A Fact" Lyrics

    Lil' Flip

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    Yeah, that's what it do to you, that's what it do to you
    I'm just thinkin', ya know what I'm sayin'?
    I'ma think I lied though, you know
    The shit a nigga been through, where a nigga goin'

    Take a look in my eyes, tell me what you see
    A nigga who was young, grew up to be a G
    I started off playin' basketball for my coach
    He started hatin', so I took a different approach

    I'ma rap, fuck sweatin' an' I'ma do somthin'
    That a nigga won't be regrettin'
    Could I ride? No, could I steal? No
    Could I jack? No, should I kill? No

    Nah, I gotta get my shit together
    'Cause a nigga need a house an' big furniture with the leather
    I pick up the pen, I pick up the pace
    An' I used to be broke, I couldn't even pick up my face

    But now, listen to the shit a nigga be doin'
    While you nigga's think that a nigga's career be ruined
    From smokin' an' drinkin', drinkin' an' smokin'
    An' I'ma try an' go platinum while you thinkin' an' hopin'

    Wishin' an' lookin', tryin' to do what I do
    An' if ya fuck with me, I'll shoot or I'll sue
    An' how you wanna handle business, I can get it like that
    An' sellin' work on the block, I used to get it like that

    But I had to back back an' open up my eyes
    When you runnin' in these streets, you might get a surprise
    Your friend could be a foe, your girl could be a hoe
    An' everybody think got your back, you don't know

    Doop been here before a nigga got rich
    So Doop right here when I ridin' in my 6
    My nigga Cease make beats for me everyday
    An' guess what? He don't never ask to get payed

    My nigga Red keep it real, Hump got my back
    When I didn't have a car, Hump bought a Lac
    Now Hump bought a Jag an' I'm in it
    Runnin' through these hoes but my name ain't Emitt

    An' it's a fact, everybody smilin' ain't your friend
    Everybody with a grin contemplatin' on you, man
    An' it's a fact, you reap what you sow, better watch what you do
    'Cause you do it to somebody, they gon' do it to you

    It's a fact, your best friend will turn his back on ya
    Pull a gat on ya, even rat on ya
    An' it's a fact that most niggaz act like hoes
    It's a fact that most niggaz act like hoes

    Now who can you trust, who can you depend on?
    When you all broke, need money to lend on
    When you tryin'a ball an' your money been gone
    When you tryn'a put the down payment on 10 homes

    Will your nigga ride for you? Will your nigga bust?
    Will a nigga come an' get your ass out them cuffs?
    Will your nigga take you to the mall an' buy some clothes?
    Will your nigga ever put you first before them hoes?

    Will your nigga buy you drink an' smoke up the weed?
    Ride for your ass when niggaz shootin' down your street
    Come to your funeral an' tell a fuckin' story
    Think about them nuts that we took with no glory

    That category, the list, the rappin', the hoes
    The hoes an' the shows, it comes an' it goes
    De da, de da, de da

    Straight up, nigga, that's how I feel
    Know what I'm sayin'?
    Everybody needs to be ballin' nigga

    If you got a chain, nigga, your nigga need to have a chain
    If you got a cut, nigga, your nigga need a cut, nigga
    If you gotta hundred in your pocket
    Your nigga got at least have fifty, man, know what I'm sayin'?

    Niggaz get in the rap game forget about them niggaz
    Who helped 'em nigga, keep it real, nigga
    So that's why I don't wanna fuck with you new niggaz, man
    I ain't shootin' marbles with you niggaz, man, but y'all cool

    If it ain't suckafree don't fuck wit me
    'Cause I know you got your eyes on my luxury
    If you ain't suckafree don't fuck with me
    'Cause I know you got your eyes on my luxury

    An' it's a fact, everybody smilin' ain't your friend
    Everybody with a grin contemplatin' on you man
    An' it's a fact, you reap what you sow, better watch what you do
    'Cause you do it to somebody, they gon' do it to you

    It's a fact, your best friend will turn his back on ya
    Pull a gat on ya, even rat on ya
    An' it's a fact that most niggaz act like hoes
    It's a fact that most niggaz act like hoes
    This song was submitted on December 7th, 2011 and last modified on November 23rd, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Roba Music.
    Written by Estil Hobbs, Anthony Sears, Wesley Weston.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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