Killa in the video rocking a shirt with his face on it.
That's my Cam.
I tell her front (front), back (back), side to side
Never let a punk ass nikka slide, dawgggggg
You get beat dead, that means you dead meat
I been on Wall Street, Beach Street, *Gregg Street*
That's Dallas, Atlanta, I style with them hammers
I wild witcho nanna, doggystyle on a hamper
You'll get ripped apart, that's it with darts, you kids ain't smart
Pop, pop, pop,
I lit the dark, from the wizard door, come get some heart
That's courage and brain, 'caine on several strips
Not from Houston, but shyt, call me *Lil' Flip*
Cuz I flip a little, fa shizzle, you flippin' nickels
When I flip coke and flip boats, come live a little
And you best be knowin', p*ssy still is the best thang goin'
Any extra dough, come invest in hoe'in
But I clap that boy, kidnap and wrap that boy
Clap, "We reeeeeeadddy" I'ma b*stard boy like Pastor Troy
But I'm stoned sucka, with my nikka Bone Crusher
Baby, we like to bone, all our chicks are bone crushers
We got guns
in coupes, in case our sun'll roof
No basketball, when we talkin', run and shoot