Flip & Rip

Yo Mia I got the firest beat and I want you and Mac to bust off it

So who goin first

It don't matter to me Boo

Well we gone flip for it Call it in the air

Heads

Tails

Mac you up first

Say KL Since I gotta go first and sht I'ma kick this sht one more time

For the old fake a** n***as who thought I lost it ya heard me check it

Verse OneMac

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 p**sy from nurses

Comin from churches

The camouflage A-S-S A-S-S I-N

I'm deadlier with my pen

Then n***as 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 b**ches got bodies like Coke bottles

I get the game from my ni**a V9

I get the beats off the 3-9

Them n***as can't see mine

I'm lyrically a therapist

A f**kin terrorist

Boom Boom

I never miss

I'm on the next level

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 TwoMia X

When the smoke clears

I'ma still be here ni**a

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 b**ches quiet as f**k

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 h*es down with the knife in his hand

The better man's gone be Mama

And you know this ni**a

On the top or the bottom

I'ma show this ni**a

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 motherf**kers recognize the south

For the gumbo flava comin out my mouth

About drama

Bout paper

Bout settin it off

F**k the verbal fantasies

My sht is real y'all

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Verse ThreeMac and Mia X

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

B**ches who start p**sy 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

F**k that slangin and sht

Cuz when I'm on the mic

N***as be bangin and sht

I love them buck wild crowds

Mama be center stage

Throwin lyrics at them n***as

Like hand grenades

You can' take the projects out of a b**ch like me

Six figures make me throw bigger block parties

Still warm my bed with a thug ni**a of course

Fo sho

Still in the mix with all them messy a** h*es

Still bust a freestyle with my camouflage son

Off top then leave the studio with my gun cocked

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