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Letra 'Kings Of The South'

(*talking*)
Oh (oh), oh (oh) this what the streets been asking fa
The real Kings, Lil Flip and Z-Ro ha-ha-ha
Clover G z and Rap-A-Lot, different labels
But we both in the Screwed Up Click, let s go

[Lil Flip]
Look me and my niggaz, we fifty deep with them triggas
I m a school boy yeah right, I run with them killas
Afilliated with pimps, I know too many cats
I ve been rapping eight years, I got too many placks
Now when I run in your crib, and take your son out the crib
And put the gun to his bib, now it s one in his ribs

[Z-Ro]
I stay in and out of the jail house, I can afford to bail out
You can call me the post man, all I do is follow my mail route
I got a stank ass attitude, excuse me nigga you have to move
See these big old niggaz I m walking with, there s some behind you too
Don t want us to trip, you don t wanna see this extended clip
Be on the lookout for Z-Ro and Lil Flip, this is history in the making ya bitch

[Lil Flip]
Now I m back with my crew, like we ain t got nothing to do
So if you beefing with them, then I m beefing with you
I m the King of the South, you see the ring and the house
I m a major playa like, Mean Green in the South
So if I kick in your do , and put my dick in your hoe
Give me the brick in the flo , now it s time to go

[Z-Ro]
When I roll I roll solo, I got seven sets of fo do s
I got rid of all my old bitches, to make way for some mo hoes
We are the real Kings, god damn it my grill clean
I smoke and I still lean, hit up C-Note or Will-Lean (why dat)
Cause I kick s it with my people, fuck friends they all turn evil
They might try, to do me something lethal
All y all niggaz claiming to be cold, can deal with my heater

[Lil Flip]
Oh no I flip digits like Puffy, I slay niggaz like Buffy
You a fag, I refuse to let a label fuck me
Cause I m calling the shots, my favorite rapper is Pac
Nigga I was stealing cars, when you was wiping your snot
So when I blow up your office, and rob one of your bosses
I can t take no losses, you know how crunk the South is
Hell yeah we throw bows for really, we blow dro and Philly s
I get three dollas with this, you only getting a penny
This skinny nigga, will never be in my position
How you gon fight, when you got malnutrition
So when I stomp your ass, and when I front your ass
And when I punch your ass, you ain t gon wanna talk no mo let s go

[Z-Ro]
I m a gangsta kin folk, I stack and don t spend do
I got five percent tint, on each and every one of my windows
Everytime the wind blows, another Benjamin goes
Where the rest of the Benjamins go, hoe I m paid for your info

[Lil Flip]
I m the rap LeBron, better yet I m T-Mac
I was flipping work, when you was playing pitty-pat
I take a brick from here, then I move it on the East
I got New York niggaz, paying 23
So when I hit your gut, I m in my pick-up truck
I come to pick up bucks, after that I m picking up sluts now let s ride