Flip & Rip-Mia x/Mac

Yo Mia. I got the firest beat and I want you and Mac to bust off it. So who goin first It don't matter to me Boo. Well we gone flip for it. Call it in the air. Heads. Tails Mac you up first. Say KL. Since I gotta go first and sht I'ma kick this sht one more time For the old fake a** n***as who thought I lost it. ya heard me check it Verse OneMac Street camo Cover my flesh I'm one of the best in the contests They steppin to Mac without a vest on they chest If all you wanted was rest Then I'm your Nyquil guy Your night time sniffin and stuffiness I kill with one shot The murder murder verses Quench lunatic's thirsts I get p**sy from nurses Comin from churches The camouflage A-S-S A-S-S I-N I'm deadlier with my pen Then n***as with the mac 10 But that was back then In 98 I'm strapped Cuz I'm on the map Ain't afraid to bust a cap And I get paid for bustin raps I like them ghetto girls Y'all can have them super models Cuz gangsta b**ches got bodies like Coke bottles I get the game from my ni**a V9 I get the beats off the 3-9 Them n***as can't see mine I'm lyrically a therapist A f**kin terrorist Boom Boom I never miss I'm on the next level Well I'ma flip it like this And I'ma rip it like that And I'ma rip it like that And I'ma flip it like this Verse TwoMia X When the smoke clears I'ma still be here ni**a Mic in my hand Rowdy doin the rip the rapper dance I set the lines behind the fallen emcees that challenge me You cross my path You gets flipped in my wrath The aftermath left b**ches quiet as f**k Like when the neighbors saw the crim and the cops came up I rips it up from the gut Like Jack the Shanka Man Chasin h*es down with the knife in his hand The better man's gone be Mama And you know this ni**a On the top or the bottom I'ma show this ni**a He's goin to sleep I'm too deep The lady alligator Stick your seven inches in the swamp And I'ma fade ya I made you motherf**kers recognize the south For the gumbo flava comin out my mouth About drama Bout paper Bout settin it off F**k the verbal fantasies My sht is real y'all. ChorusX4 Verse ThreeMac and Mia X Pass me the mic And let me dig into they chests Like AK bullets through they proof vests In a shootin fest I murder emcees like media Mac the street encyclopedia Who wanna test me Bless me with somethin knottin B**ches who start p**sy poppin Rhyme I quote em Nines I told em Like wallets I'm rock solid And I like it when they suck and swallow it I'm hardcore F**k that slangin and sht Cuz when I'm on the mic N***as be bangin and sht I love them buck wild crowds Mama be center stage Throwin lyrics at them n***as Like hand grenades You can' take the projects out of a b**ch like me Six figures make me throw bigger block parties Still warm my bed with a thug ni**a of course Fo sho Still in the mix with all them messy a** h*es Still bust a freestyle with my camouflage son Off top then leave the studio with my gun cocked What