[Lil' Flip]
  Lord have mercy Jesus Christ
  I know I'm doin' wrong but I'm tryna do right
  I hustle day to day and night to night
  Cause I'm tryna get paid awright
  Y'all don't know about my rap wars
  Alotta rappers use my name
  Just so they can have the stores off the chain
  But ain't nobody feelin' that shit
  You on ya fifth tape nigga where's ya hit
  No skits on my shit I got shit that's heated
  Everytime I do shit you know shit be complete
  It ain't no half steppin' my name ain't Daddy Kane
  But I'ma hop out the Jag wid a big daddy chain
  Iced out yellow rocks in the middle
  Colourful rainbows is lookin' like skittles
  I scratch and I scribble in my notepad when I'm feelin' mad
  Cause now I'm doin' good I used to be doin' bad
  I used to have go half on my lunch money
  Now I got a money machine that help me count my money
  I'm ballin' for real, platinum all in my grill
  We turned 'em down but they still callin' for real
  
  [Will Lean]
  Yeh, say, I don't need your money
  On the block niggas still got weed and money
  Stash pot, sold bricks ducked in a car
  In the kitchen I'm still touchin' it raw
  On the highway I'm still buckin' the law
  Fuck that I'll never be duckin' the law
  I'm takin' shots ain't goin' back to jail
  I'm a pimp, I can't be trapped in a cell
  I'm eatin' shrimp, but I'm still makin' this mil
  From H-Town, straight to A-T-L
  We gettin' this money, we spittin' this money
  And if you run up wrong then we splittin' these dummies
  I'm takin' shots, a nigga goin' all out
  And if I hit ya house I'm takin' a fuckin' wall out
  You better back back, you better back up
  Before I make this fuckin' mack act up
  And take ya dome out, nigga
  I'm comin' wid the chrome boss, trigga
  I'm from the town where niggas make ya lay it down
  Come up, and rob ya for ya ki's and pounds
  
  Last real niggas alive
  Clover G's, you ain't fuckin wid me