X Mia - Flip 2 Rip lyrics

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

featuring Mac

[DJ KLC]
Yo Mia. I got the firest beat & I want you & Mac to bust off it.
So who goin 1st?
[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 1st.
[Mac]
Say, KL. Since I´ve got to go 1st & shit I ama 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 am 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 am your Nyquil guy
Your night time sniffin & 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 am deadlier with my pen
Then niggas with the mac 10
But that was back then
In 98 I am strapped
Cuz I am on the map
Aint 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 am lyrically a therapist
A f*ckin terrorist
Boom Boom!
I never miss
I am on the next level

Chorus: repeat 2X [Mia X & Mac]

Well I ama flip it like this
And I ama rip it like that
And I ama rip it like that
And I ama flip it like this

Verse Two: Mia X

When the smoke clears
I ama 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 f*ck
Like when the neighbors saw the crim & 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 ama show this nigga
He has goin to sleep
I am too deep
The lady alligator
Stick your seven inches in the swamp
And I ama fade ya
I made you motherf*ckers recognize the south
For the gumbo flava comin out my mouth
About drama
Bout paper
Bout settin it off
F*ck the verbal fantasies
My shit´s real y´all.

Chorus: X4

Verse Three: Mac & 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 want to test me?
Bless me with somethin knottin
Bitches who start pussy poppin
Rhyme I quote em
Nines I told em
Like wallets
I am rock solid
And I like it when they suck & swallow it
I am hardcore
F*ck that slangin & shit
Cuz when I am on the mic
Niggas be bangin & 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?!

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