Gangsta Rizeal (Down with the King!)
[T.I. talking]
Live and direct from the traps of the A-town, n***a
Westside, Bankhead, n***a
Pimp Squad Clique, n***a
Grand Hustle, pimp
Say I'm mad, huh?
Your f*ggot a** gon' be mad in a minute (Sissy a** n***a)
(Hey, let's go, n***a) Imma hit your f*ggot a** in the mouth when I see ya, n***a
f** what you heard, homie, leprechaun a** n***a
King of the place, called home of the ba**
He emerged at the trap, from the zone of the flake
Caught a case, and he still keep a chrome on his waist
For the haters in the face, gettin' thrown in the waist
Like a p**y n***a named Lil' Wesley, tryna test me
On your best behavior what your f*ggot a** best be
Choose words carefully when you address me
You ain't gotta like me, but you're gonna respect me
(Or else) or else you get wet like a jigsknee
Take ten of these and live, that'll impress me
Say I wanna rap on your songs but you ain't let me
See you on the front of The Source, like that upset me
f** you in the a**, I ain't mad 'bout sh**
Try Tip, shot quick, that's all your a** gon' get
And I ain't finna put a ma** on Flip
Imma empty out the clip and your a** gon' flip
Bet your mom and your dad gon' trip
But them the consequences tryna mash on Tip
n***a, lyrically I'll murk you
Physically I'll hurt you
You ain't never ran the streets, you had a curfew
p**y n***a playin' with me, you'll be in the dirt soon
Look you in the eye see you sweet like perfume (muah)
So go on, keep runnin', you dick s**a
I'mma swing, show the world that you just a big s**a
Daddy shoulda got some head, wish he woulda worn rubber
But he didn't, so now I guess the world gotta suffer
You the kind of wa*ksta, gangsta's done had enough of
So I'mma take pride when I ride through and bust you
Tip will be the reason for the saddest day your momma seen
When I let this case slay a n***a like the Drama King
Try n***a, I ain't the one
I got 99 problems, Lil Flip ain't one (ha, hey, hey)
I got 99 problems, Lil Flip ain't one
This p**y n***a wanna beef when he find him some
I got 99 problems, Lil Flip ain't one (ha, hey, hey)
I said, I got 99 problems, Lil Flip ain't one
f**, boy you wanna beef when you find you some
I got 99 problems, Lil Flip ain't one
(Lil Flip) Scarface the king of the South
p**y n***a, shut the f** up
I'm cool with face and even he know that you're a s**er
Paul Wall runnin' Texas along with Slim Thug
Mike Jone he a genius he rode some real hustlers
Never been a potent boy, you just a buster
Never been seen outside on the southside
s**a, now you puttin' on like you run sh**
At the third go to jail with this leprechaun shot
Half time you don't like what I'm saying then buck
n***a, swing when you see me, n***a, I don't give a f**!
Cause I know you just a lame and your partners ain't tough
Know your aim ain't sh**, know your fight game s**
So I couldn't image you what G's wanna listen to
Just some kids, women, and alot of h*mos**uals
I'mma stand up high, man, I set the principle
All you do is lie, and everything you say is fixual
I demand my respect, and I'll die about that
But I'mma hit you with the take, and let you lie about that
So keep me out your raps or this sh** ain't done
I got 99 Problems, Lil Flip ain't one (come on)
I say, I got 99 problems, Lil Flip ain't one
This p**y n***a wanna beef when he find him some
I got 99 probelms, Lil Flip ain't one
[T.I. talking]
Lil who?
Say f**, n***a
I heard you talking about me, n***a
You wanna see me, n***a? Come see me, n***a
ATL, Westside's only one, you understand that, n***a? (Bankhead)
Mattafact, I'll come see you, n***a
In the suburban are of Houston, n***a, I know you can't come to the city, n***a
f** boy
n***a, wasn't you a janitor in highschool?
You s**a a** n***a, you thought we forgot?
n***a Hump said he made you put on the mothaf**ing leprechaun suit, n***a
You talkin' bout you got rich off that sh**, n***a
You ain't even get no c*nt, n***a, till this next album
(You lil' bow tie wearing a** n***a)
And it's leased, too, n***a
You better not go over 20,000 miles, n***a, that's fifteen hundred extra
You know what I'm saying, you s**a a** n***a
(Top hat, wearing a** n***a)
n***a, how I'm livin'? n***a what? n***a, n***a
You rented that maf**in' house
In Galveston, Ohio, n***a for six thousand, n***a
You think I didn't know about that, don't ya, n***a?
I'mma expose yo' p**y a** n***a
You ho a** n***a
Wait till I see ya, I'mma slap you in them white gold teeth you got n***a
''That ain't no mothaf**in' platinum, 30 g's my a**, n***a (ha)
n***a, you must've forgot, n***a, Paul Wall made grills, n***a, that's my mothaf**in' partner, n***a
30 g's my mothaf**in' a**, n***a
I'mma get a grill, n***a, just to show yo' mothaf**in' a** what 30 g's look like
f** boy (ha)
Lil Flip, man, how dare you, for real, man
King of the mothaf**in' South, n***a
We are bout to tear this ho, n***a, can you believe it?
Lil Flip, man, will you get me one of them bow ties and one of them top hats, n***a, please, I need one
A glitter bow ties, and one of them top hats
I want... This Halloween I wanna be the leprechaun, ha this Halloween
Could I please get a glitter bow tie and a top hat, please?
And my very own little pot of gold to squat over like a b**h, you s**a a** sweet boy n***a
n***a, I'll mothaf**ing beat yo' a**, man
You gon' make a n***a do somethin' to yo' little p**y a**
Keep on talkin', n***a
I'm done with you for now, n***a, I'll be back, though
I'm done with you for the moment
Ha (gunshot)
(Lil Flip) And I'll adore you, I'll treat you like milk
I'll do nothing but spoil you