Flip On You Lyrics - 50 Cent

50, uh 

ScHoolboy Q 

Haha 

Smiling...? 

Nigga you gon' make me Flip On You! 

You gon' make me flip this knife out do some shit to you! 

Nigga you gon' make me Flip On You! 

Nigga you gon' make me-you gon' make me Flip On You! 

Nigga you gon' make me Flip On You! 

You gon make me pull the strap out, do some shit to you! 

Nigga you gon' make me Flip On You! 

Nigga you ain't gon' be moving when this clip is through! 

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Nigga, I'm the one that bought all them bitches out 

Got a G-A-T this MVP don't run his mouth, nigga 

You gon' make me fill this clip for you 

You gon' make me unload then reload 'em number 2 

Nigga, I've been known to get them Oxys off 

I believe in God, but cross my heart this knock go off 

Nigga, I'm from the Mecca of the Groove 

The Hoover Crip, I grew up on Figg I had to dodge them County Blues 

Live my life behind the rules 

Running from the cops, smash the rocks up under my shoes 

Spit out the eighth that once, hid in my face 

Bounce spring over the gate, didn't get caught 

I guess my escape, nigga was fate 

I love the block and all the dogs that kept me safe 

Now it's, back to adding, points to the crime rate 

Get slumped in your drive way 

You gon' make me hurt your boy 

You gon' make me put that work in boy 

You gon' make me get to murkin' boy 

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Smiling...? 

Nigga you gon' make me Flip On You! 

You gon' make me flip this knife out do some shit to you! 

Nigga you gon' make me Flip On You! 

Nigga you gon' make me-you gon' make me Flip On You! 

Nigga you gon' make me Flip On You! 

You gon make me pull the strap out, do some shit to you! 

Nigga you gon' make me Flip On You! 

Nigga you ain't gon' be moving when this clip is through! 

Focus on money, I'm in and out ass fast 

She loosen up against the wall like a NASCAR crash 

Got a bunch of enemies, I count my friends on one hand 

Ghetto philosphy, watch me, I got a hundred scams 

Like we could make a few dollars, that there a hundred grams 

I got a gift, I communicate with the afterlife 

Apparently, your bitch ass ain't acting right 

Niggas killed your man, you ain't gon' get him back? 

What? You is tired out? Why you ain't get around to that? 

You wonder, I travel, I have a destination 

I'll be a street legend new version of Pappy Mason 

My style? It'll never die, boy I'm immortal 

You shoot me down, I'll get back up and keep coming for you 

Man on fire, hitman for hire 

Them niggas got happy they thought I was gon' retire 

Now they bitch giving me head, I'm the man, a man admires 

What's up? 

Smiling...? 

Nigga you gon' make me Flip On You! 

You gon' make me flip this knife out do some shit to you! 

Nigga you gon' make me Flip On You! 

Nigga you gon' make me-you gon' make me Flip On You! 

Nigga you gon' make me Flip On You! 

You gon make me pull the strap out, do some shit to you! 

Nigga you gon' make me Flip On You! 

Nigga you ain't gon' be moving when this clip is through!