Yeah, nigga.
Put them fists up.
That's what we make them do, nigga.
But we on point.
I ain't gonna kick or slip it,
but we always on point.
Got my nigga name Big James on it.
Y'all look out for my little nigga, nigga.
Nigga Young.
Don't come,
come running.
I'm on point, Flip.
You act bad, James.
I act bad, Flip.
You got skills.
You know I got skills.
Well,
let's put our brains together and make some meals.
Skills, skills like a coal miner with a drill.
Keep the crowd on beat like Vince Quarters with me.
And I'm from the heart of the city.
It ain't no harder than me.
You better throw in the towel.
You can't flow harder than me.
They walk us,
walk us in the suites,
up on the board and the beat.
Then I'm in studios, in flows, dodging the heat.
Game is harder than three.
Mine, harder to compete.
It's so dope.
We don't need ten and goggles to see.
It's ice-hot.
You think you can hang, but I be wining.
It's ice-hot.
You think you can hang with Big Jack and you drop,
drop.
You think you can rip with Lil' Flip.
You might chip, so don't skip.
You locking tight like Christ, nigga.
You on point, Flip.
I'm on point, James.
You act bad, Flip.
I act bad, James.
You got skills, nigga.
You know I got skills.
Let's put our brains together and make some meat.
You know I got skills like Kevin Gordon here.
In my garage, I got a living.
I'm Lil' Flip and I'm the freestyle king.
And I like to act bad.
Did you peep my ring?
And the heat I bring will burn asses.
So step back, cause I burn.
I'm the hardest down south, but niggas, eh, eh.
You claim you making cash.
You ain't got it yet.
S-E-C-E-O.
You know what that mean.
Don't know nobody else.
Touch green.
Some niggas strange, right?
Some niggas close, close.
But guess what?
Lil' Flip is close.
You on point, Flip.
I'm on point, James.
You act bad, Flip.
I act bad, James.
You got skills, nigga.
You know I got skills.
Let's put our brains together and make some meat.
So niggas, fight fighters.
I'm a fast flower.
A true nigga that's sure.
Indo-optimal, hydro-head floor.
I'm a big shot.
I'm the king of hip-hop.
And when I freestyle,
I leave you with your lips locked.
I'm a mud puppet.
Cold in cub guppy.
I eat fish,
shrimp,
french fries,
and hush puppy.
I'm in the pathfinder.
I'm an artist's grass finder.
And I'ma be rich until I'm a pathfinder.
I'm a young thug ready.
Nineteens on the shipper.
Breaking hoes like Eddie.
Mo' Blake.
Super, super star.
I know you heard of us, y'all.
Yeah,
we the ones that be driving them convertible cars.
I'm a son of a son, nigga.
I ought to check a whole tick.
Cause I stay money wise,
nigga,
like a chief exec.
You on point, James.
I'm on point, Flip.
You act bad, James.
I act bad, Flip.
You got skills, nigga.
You know I got skills.
Well,
let's put our brains together and make some meat.
You on point, Flip.
I'm on point, James.
You act bad, Flip.
I act bad, James.
You got skills, nigga.
You know I got skills.
Well,
let's put our brains together and make some meat.