Flip 2 Rip lyrics

Artist  : X Mia 
Song : Flip 2 Rip



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Artist: Mia X 
Album: Mama Drama 
Title:
Flip 2 Rip 

featuring Mac

[DJ
KLC]
Yo Mia. I got the firest beat and I want
you and Mac to bust off it.
So who goin
first?
[Mia X]
It don't matter to me,
Boo.
[DJ KLC]
Well, we gone flip for it.
Call it in the air.
[Mia
X]
Heads.
[Mac]
Tails
[Mia X]
Mac,
you up first.
[Mac]
Say, KL. Since I gotta
go first and shit I'ma kick this shit one more
time
for the old fake ass niggas who thought I
lost it. Ya heard me? Check it

Verse One:
Mac

Street camo
Cover my flesh
I'm
one of the best in the contests
They steppin
to Mac without a vest on they chest
If all you
wanted was rest
Then I'm your Nyquil
guy
Your night time sniffin and stuffiness

I kill with one shot
The murder murder
verses
Quench lunatic's thirsts
I get pussy
from nurses
Comin from churches
The
camouflage A-S-S A-S-S I-N
I'm deadlier with
my pen
Then niggas with the mac 10
But that
was back then
In 98 I'm strapped
Cuz I'm on
the map
Ain't afraid to bust a cap
And I
get paid for bustin raps
I like them ghetto
girls
Y'all can have them super models
Cuz
gangsta bitches got bodies like Coke bottles
I
get the game from my nigga V9
I get the beats
off the 3-9
Them niggas can't see mine
I'm
lyrically a therapist
A fuckin
terrorist
Boom Boom!
I never miss
I'm on
the next level

Chorus: repeat 2X [Mia X and
Mac]

Well I'ma flip it like this
And
I'ma rip it like that
And I'ma rip it like
that
And I'ma flip it like this

Verse
Two: Mia X

When the smoke clears
I'ma
still be here nigga
Mic in my hand 
Rowdy
doin the rip the rapper dance
I set the lines
behind the fallen emcees that challenge me
You
cross my path
You gets flipped in my
wrath
The aftermath left bitches quiet as
fuck
Like when the neighbors saw the crim and
the cops came up
I rips it up from the
gut
Like Jack the Shanka Man
Chasin hoes
down with the knife in his hand
The better
man's gone be Mama
And you know this
nigga
On the top or the bottom
I'ma show
this nigga
He's goin to sleep
I'm too
deep
The lady alligator
Stick your seven
inches in the swamp
And I'ma fade ya
I made
you motherfuckers recognize the south
For the
gumbo flava comin out my mouth
About
drama
Bout paper
Bout settin it off
Fuck
the verbal fantasies
My shit is real
y'all.

Chorus: X4

Verse Three: Mac
and Mia X

[Mac]
Pass me the mic
And
let me dig into they chests
Like AK bullets
through they proof vests
In a shootin
fest
I murder emcees like media
Mac the
street encyclopedia
Who wanna test
me?
Bless me with somethin knottin
Bitches
who start pussy poppin
Rhyme I quote
em
Nines I told em
Like wallets
I'm rock
solid
And I like it when they suck and swallow
it
I'm hardcore
Fuck that slangin and
shit
Cuz when I'm on the mic
Niggas be
bangin and shit

[Mia]
I love them buck
wild crowds
Mama be center stage
Throwin
lyrics at them niggas 
Like hand
grenades
You can' take the projects out of a
bitch like me
Six figures make me throw bigger
block parties
Still warm my bed with a thug
nigga of course (fo sho)
Still in the mix with
all them messy ass hoes
Still bust a freestyle
with my camouflage son
Off top, then leave the
studio with my gun cocked
What?!