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LIL FLIP lyrics : "It's A Fact (Remix)"

[talking]
Ha, I see they watching watching
You know, it's a fact ^!$$%s don't like to see you wit nothing

It's like crabs in a bucket, everybody wanna pull you down man
It's $#&@ed up, but that's how the world is, you should be
Happy for the next man when he make it, but it's a fact

Nine out of ten, black people are jealous (jealous)

[Lil' Flip]

Take a look in my eyes, tell me what you see
You see a ^!$$%, who dropped a c.d. (yeah)
Yeah, I got a deal now (deal now)

I still gotta keep it real now (real now)
^!$$%s like damn Flip, how it feel now (feel now)
To have platinum records, just like your grill now

It feel good cause I work, it feel good my ^!$$%
That's why I got, my $#&@ing logo on my shirt
I'm proud (I'm proud), I did what I did (I did that)

But law, they sign a type kid
I made it, these ^!$$%s can't fade it
They hate it, magazines wanna rate it

But MTV, play my %#@! everyday (everyday)
BET, play my %#@! everyday (everyday)
BET, play your %#@! every May (ha ha)

So who's the $#&@ing ^!$$% getting paid, me
Underground, I rule that (I rule that)
Rookies, ^!$$% I school that

These hoes see Flip, they start to drool
Cause I'm a god damn fool
And if you don't know, now you know

Cause I'm a mother$#&@ing pimp, you the hoe
I'm the leader you the follower, ^!$$% you ain't %#@!
If that %#@! don't go gold or platinum, it ain't a hit

Thirty thousand, what the $#&@ are you saying, are you playing
^!$$% I'm Lil' Flip, I'm a god damn man
I stand up for my rights, my weed is what I light

Every time I spit a freestyle, you know that (*##$ tight
I ain't have to write, cause I was born like this
^!$$%, in the click I was sworn like this

Now I'm the leader, ^!$$% I'm the general
I drink O's so I could water, from my minerals
Wake up roll a blunt, get on the phone

^!$$%, I'm doing real estate buy you a home
Buy you some land, don't worry bout a mother$#&@ing
Chain and the ice, on the van

20's on the truck, you can't stand that car
All you could do, is play in that car
If you get jacked, you might lay in that car

^!$$% the police see him, ^!$$% they in that car
But uh be smart ^!$$%, be street smart
Don't go to jail and come out, a sweetheart

A !@$)got, if you straight stay straight
If you got love ^!$$%, watch out for the hate
I did a million out the gate, what about you

^!$$%, I represent for my ^!$$% Screw
Rest in peace my ^!$$%, cause he showed me love
We had drank, and he po'd me mud

We use to go to the club, he use to DJ
I would freestyle fast, like I'm at a relay
I'm on my beat tape, cause he made me

Yeah, I did a show and he paid me one
One G, it was cool, %#@! I was just
A young ^!$$%, still going to school

Yeah I had them Jordans, everytime they came out
I was a balla, so I didn't really hang out
I use to skip class, to get some $$#

Sometimes me and hoes, we went to Six Flags
Come to the gallery, and leave with big bags
$#&@ philly blunts, I use to smoke zig-zags

Now I smoke golden raps
I went platinum, but I spit thoed in raps
You feel me, these ^!$$%s don't know who the king

Who the pro, turn off the lights and I glow
Get a hoe, take her straight to the Mo'
Cause if she ain't a dime, she can't come through my do'

You feel me, that's the truth my ^!$$%
Check the billboard, that's the proof my ^!$$%
It's going bling bling, that's the tooth my ^!$$%
You play with me, and I'ma shoot my ^!$$%
I'm in a Coupe, speeding, racing

Laws get behind me, I'm purple hazing
Blowing while it's snowing, you know I'm flowing
I'm sipping drank, I got my codeine open
Po' it up, the weed grow it up
You don't pay me my money, I ain't showing up

Come and thought I was a punk naw, I ain't a punk
I got a pump, that'll put you in the trunk
I $#&@ with Hump, I $#&@ with my ^!$$% Redd
I use to $#&@ hoes, because they real silly
But now, I gotta stay back (stay back)

This is the payback, 23 inches on the made back
Cadillac, as a matter of fact (what)
I had to adapt to my neighborhood, ghetto habitat
And I'm not having that, you ain't gon $#&@ me
You talking %#@!, but you ain't gon touch me

You hating on me, but I made you
I'm just like some brand new jeans, you can't fade it
I'm the greatest, but I'm $#&@ing with the mic
Got a (*##$, got a fo' and a Sprite
And I might get higher, this bud got that fire
I need eight million, when a ^!$$% retire


[talking]
(fire, fire) he's on fire (he's on fire)
(he's on fire) I'm on fire ^!$$%
(I blaze the (*##$) like Beanie Sigel say ^!$$%
It's the truth (Sucka Free) you know (biatch)
This the mother$#&@ing freestyles man

You know the hell I'm saying
This what I'm telling y'all ^!$$%s

If you ain't Sucka Free, don't $#&@ with me
Cause I know you got your eyes, on my luxury [x2]

And it's a fact (it's a fact)

All you hating $$# ^!$$% didn't want me to make it
I thought I told you, we don't fake it (biiatch)
We don't fake it, we don't fake it ^!$$%

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